Oh, this sounds like a typical Quora post, but let’s try to jot it down here, quickly. Um, so, I am not particularly fond of doctors but I do admire their work and ‘patience’ (while they handle incessant patients). Anyway, since birth, I have come across many doctors and after today’s visit, I realized that there are three things which set a doctor apart.
Disclaimer – views will read stupid, but in life, what’s not?!
When she’s done writing all the tablets you have to gobble down thrice a day and you meekly ask, “What about food? What to avoid?”. And she’s like, “Eat whatever, my boy!“. There and then, you know that she is the one!
- You spot a silver circular top stool inside her room. Let’s admit that even Gods can’t resist rotating themselves on them. Swirl till the time doctor enters the room. Perfect entertainment, since childhood! Studies have shown that these stools lower anxiety by at least 67%.
- When she patiently hears out your monologue despite the fact that there are a 100 patients standing outside, for one full minute. Well, that’s really something. Oh wait, now that I think of it, I paid a thousand bucks for that consultation. Maybe, I should strike this point out!
Well that’s my list which isn’t really exhaustive (in any sense). Do share, what you feel (or not feel) about Doctors.
PS: I love doctors, including my brother.
Mom was reading the newspaper with her usual vigor when she suddenly turned towards me and posed a difficult question, “Will you take me to this wedding exhibition at Hotel Ashok? My friend has put a stall there..” Now that’s my mom looking at me expectantly, knowing very well that I am least interested in attending a ‘wedding exhibition’. Oh, but that’s also my mom and as a good son I should take her wherever she wants.
So, I said NO :p and instead threw back a logical question, “What in world will I do there while you hop around Mom?” Little did I know that she was more prepared than a pack of ready-to-eat poha (oh snap! forgive me 😛 ). She immediately pointed her finger at the single guy on the full page ad of the exhibition in Delhi Times and said, “See there is stuff for you as well, so you will have fun!”, and we laughed.
I am writing this piece just to log how I got sold on her illogical sales pitch, again, before we leave for the exhibition (in the next 30 minutes).
Where is my place
I’m still figuring out;
Where is my place
Looms my biggest doubt.
Is it under the sun or over the moon,
Wherever it is, I want to find it soon.
Is it in the hands of some political goon
But tell me, why should I dance to their tune.
My place will be mine
It’s mine to decide;
I have made mistakes but at least I’ve tried.
Confused and dazed I search for my place,
When will time come to end this chase.