Guitar given for repair

I don't have too much to post about today. The strike continues but we cannot leave our hospital campuses because we have to really fight hard for our demands. But then, I'm not going to let you all down with a dull post.

Yesterday, before the movie I had gone to the Furtado's guitar shop and gave my guitar for repair. I actually had gone there to get it repaired and take it back. But what happened is that the repair guy wasn't there. So I had to leave it and come back.

During the time that I hung out at the shop, I playe a lot of lovely guitar. Fantastic Classical Guitar and Acoustic guitars were racked up. I played an Epiphone acoustic - the one that Noel Gallagher seems to have! Wow!

While I had enough of checking out guitars, two cool looking guys came to amp-test their electric guitar range. When they started grooving over the fret-board, I noticed the awesome professionalism in them. One took up a bass guitar and the other one an Ibanez. They absoultely screamed their way into tight guitar+bass glory. I was almost in love with the duo. Then I realized that the faces looked familiar. I think they are from a rock band in Mumbai.

Meanwhile, I was checking out the pianos. WOW, pianos are awesome!!! I'm so sure that I'll have a pianon in my little home when I can afford it.

Finally, I checked out an acoustic bass - a local make. This is the first time that I have ever played an acoustic bass guitar!

So many thing to occur in a single day!

The day of the strike

Today, I was very happy despite the fact that one of my fellow residents was physically abused. That was because, I get the off day that I dearly wanted. I thought of making use of this wonderful occasion to do those things that mattered most. In the morning, I spent some time playing along with 'Fine Again' from Seether.

Then came the General Body Meeting (GBM) of the association of residence. In between, we received calls from the Department asking us to report back to work. But I wasn't going to miss out on this wonderful chance.

I watched a hindi movie called 'Taxi No. 9211'. It is about 3 star. Not too good. But still watchable. Nothing sexual in the movie at all. But still screenplay is good!

In the nights GBM came the news that this strike was going to go on for an indefenite period of time. That means a lot more of movies and fun!

Downplayed bitchiness

Now things are much more happier in the hospital. As I've started on my search as to why in the previous post, I thought I would complete it in this post. The 'he-bitch' has been thrown out of his position as the registrar. Not exactly that dramatic... but still, he ain't the registrar! A much more efficient, sturdy and German like person is handling those duties.

This makes so much of a difference that I can't believe it. I mean, so much more time to do the things that I want!

All the slogging which went to waste

I spent the whole day from about 11 Am to about 9 pm working without having eaten food or relaxed. I did everything as I usually do; systematically. Naturally, that took a long time. As I was winding up for a nice evening perhaps at the movies, I heard the news that one of the residents was beaten by a relative. This meant that we are going for a strike again tomorrow.

The actual physicality of the incident (slapping) might seem insignificant. Yeah, one female slapping a male (doctor) seems okay right? But what if it was a knife instead? Why isn't there any regulation over such incidences? Why doesn't the hospital security do something? Why don't the administration take the necessary steps?

Wow!

For the first time in my whole 10 months in residency in this prestigious hospital, I felt like I was in control of myself doing a surgery. I performed my first Tibial Interlocking nail surgery. That too, super fast! My senior was impressed with me!

Damn, forget my senior! I was impressed with myself!

Then later on in the long night, I managed to do a minor surgery with so much of clinical precision that I impressed everyone once again! I must be really good!

I felt really good today with what I had achieved!

To think about this development in it's true light would be to first shove myself off the spotlight! Why is this happening? Nothing much has changed from a year before or a week before. The only real thing which changed was the attitude of one of my seniors. He is very happy these days! This meant that he is not unhappy with me and my co-resident. This makes us one happy unit. The reason behind his happiness though, is subject to a lot of specultation. Rumors circulate everywhere. Personally, I feel that he had sex with a luscious Punjabi (I'm not specifying the sex) about 30 times in the 10 days that he had gone for a vacation!

Bird Flu

Despite the fact that there is a Bird Flu scare around, I’m eating poultry daily. I ordered chicken for lunch for my unit mates in the afternoon forgetting that everyone else might not be as confident about their immunity status. I was greeted with raised eyebrows after weird looks after they saw the chicken leg piece. They threw the leg away and had the rice in the biriyani.

Feet Fetish

I have always had a fetish for hands and forearms. But these days, I have this huge thing for feet. The triggering factor seems to be a couple of photos that I saw in a website on my mobile. Whatever it is, I'm shagging thinking about feet. I think the Marathas and Gujjus have fairer, shapely feet as compared to those in south. That's why this has started after I moved into Mumbai

Head massage

I don't know if this is true with the rest of you who read my blog. I seem to have an utmost craving for head massage. This has suddenly comed out of nowhere. I think the haircuts that I have had in a state of hyposomnia (related to the overwork in the residency) have to be attributed as a cause. Today, I went to the barber hoping he would do something orgasmic. It eventually didn't materialise though

Reading on mobile

Ever since I saw my senior using his Palm as a book (he reads text books, novels and even Calvin and Hobbes), I have been longing to do something of that with my mobile. I can only do it using the internet though. That's why I am looking for RSS aggregators etc so that I can read news at least. Today night, I had to sleep in the ward and needed something to read. I went back to February 2005 on this very blog and read the entries. It was so much fun reliving the times which are so significant in my life; the time when I met Mr. Lion!

Creative speakers

Xander had called me yesterday to ask if I would be coming to jam. I had said yes, but I changed my plans. I had to somehow get the Creative Speaker set for my room to complete the dream that I have been harbouring ever since I moved into this new room. I went to the famous Lamington Road in search for it.

To my surprise and disappointment, I found almost all shops closed. Amongst the ones which remained open, I entered a shop which claims to be India’s first and only Digital Technology lounge. For the small shop it was, the products showcased were amazing. For the first time in my life, I heard an iPod. I checked out both the iPod Nano and iPod video.

To me, Nano sounded hollowish as compared to my Zen Micro. iPod video was amazing and it sounded awesome with the travel speaker set. You can actually watch movies comofortably with it.

I was lucky to find a shop which had the Creative speakers that I wanted. I also bought a pair of headphones for my guitar practice. I set everything up and sort of cleaned my room before leaving to the ward for the rest of the night’s work.

In the night, I remembered about the broken promise that I had made to Xander.

Today, I felt like going to a movie. I wanted to go to a movie called ‘Mixed Doubles’. After finishing everything, I went to a nearby multiplex. Earlier, I had looked up the movie timings on the newspapers. Disappointingly, that movie was not listed for the late night show.

For the second time this month, I was let down by the newspaper movie charts. I had no choice other than ‘Myth’, the latest Jackie Chan movie. I think I saw the first 40 minutes. The rest of the time, I blissfully slept in the comfort of the snugly fitting multiplex seat. Even after coming out of the theatre having wasted around 200 Rs., I felt okay.

Good Saturday

I’m becoming very creepy and selfish. Instead of rushing to the other ward to help my fellow resident out after the round got finished in my ward, I had my breakfast and had a small nap. Then I went leisurely to the trauma ward where the rounds had not yet been completed. The set up was so nice and fine.

After finishing most of the work for the day, I could take rest in my own room after eating a nice American Chopsuey in a very old, but untried restaurant in front of the hostel. The prices are almost prohibitive for the dilapidated status of the restaurant. But the wind of refreshing change of an otherwise dull food rountine is attractive.

Wide awake in the OPD

For the first time in the last four odd months, I got up early and took a bath and had nice breakfast all in the assured calmness that I’m so unaccustomed to right now. Oh and I forgot, I read some newspaper as well. It felt so good. This directly proves that I’m much more relaxed than I was before. I can sleep adequately and still reach the ward in time for work. That feels nice.

The end result of all this is that I was not trying to find ways to stay awake in the OPD which I’ve been doing for so long now. I was actually trying to see patients in an unbiased manner and not trying to get some wakefulness after talking/examining some ‘hot’ patient. I know t is so unethical to even think like this. But where does ethics come in the life of a first year Orth resident in such hospitals?

Craziness of my lecturer

N. has not yet moved in. I have set up the guitar and stuff. Now, all I need is the speaker system for playing music and a good pair of headphones to practice on the guitar. Of course, I cannot expect myself to blare away on the amplifier.

Otherwise, things are fine except for the fact that my lecturer has created a crazy 'manjan' for us. He wants the Xrays of a patient who is about 1000 km away in a couple of days. Thankfully, he has got a responsible relative who has sent us the images over e-mail.

Due to this craziness prevailing, the details of which are so sickening that anybody who'll read about it will feel nauseuous, I'm not getting rest, nor free time.

May's rank

There is a little bit of saddening news. May only got an averagely good rank in this year's entrance exam. She hopes to get an okay good MD Paediatrics seat somewhere in North India. I happened to be the one to look up an inform her about the results. I don't exactly know her state of mind after this. She seemed positive in the e-mail she sent.

Mr. Lion's indisposition

Today, Ray sent me an e-mail. He had gone out for another 'discussion' with Mr. Lion. But this time, he couldn't neglect the fact that Mr. Lion had lost lots of weight. Understandably, Ray was very anxious about the prospects. He didn't ask or demand a repeat of the tests for Mr. Lion. But he himself is going to take a check up. I think I too have to get myself checked again. Remember, the whole bloodiness due to my braces the last two times I had it with Mr. Lion?

Chronicles of Krisland - The Lamp, Guitar and the amplifier

I have confirmed my craziness. After spending a very busy day yesterday watching working, watching movies etc, shopping etc., I went to Xander's apartment to feed the fishes. When I saw my electric guitar lying there, I couldn't help but resist the idea of bringing it to my hostel. I wanted to get my amplifier as well.

Stupidly, I thought I could bring both myself in my scooty. At 1 AM on Sunday night, I realized that I couldn't. I didn't want to get them back to the apartment which is six stories up on stairs. Thankfully, a cab pulled up and the cabbie seemed to be a decent man who offered me to carry the guitar and amp while I followed in my scooty.

I managed to get them safely to my room. I ended up playing some guitar and reading newspapers until 3 AM. That was another stupid decision. I would feel sleepy for OT tomorrow.

Earlier in the day I went for 'Range De Basanti' with N. and my co-houseman. It was fun. But I thought I expected more. It is around 3 - 3.5 out of 5 stars. Then I bought a sexy looking touch table lamp from the nearby Hallmark gift shop. It was of Chinese make and was very cheap for its functionality and charm.

They disassembled it and put it in a package. I had a lot of trouble putting it back together. My clumsiness showed up as I broke a piece (of glass) of the shade in my effort to tighten screws on glass.

The wet Sunday morning

I was hearing water dripping and flowing. I cannot remember exactly where but I was flirting with men of all kinds in a public place. All my efforts seemed to come good when a man tugged my shirt and pulled me to the nearest loo. Suddenly, the water stopped flowing and I awoke from my dream.

I was lying on Xander's bed and it was about 10 in the mornig. Suddenly I realized that the whole floor was layered by about 1 centimeter of water. Then it struck me! I was supposed to turn of tap in the early morning to prevent flooding of the apartment. Shit, almost everything would be damp now. I hope I have not commited a heinous crime.

On the way back to the hospital, I shopped for the Godrej 7 lever lock that my N. wanted us to use for the room. Along with that, I bought a spike guard for computers and a clothes hanger. I plan to buy a table lamp in the evening. Wow, this is great!

Xander's gone

Xander's closest friend has had a set-back in his life. Apparently, his father has annonced that he should leave all his studies in Pune and join his father's factory and work there. He is very sad and Xander wanted to console him and maybe share one last weekend with him until he goes away.

Therefore, he went today morning entrusting his fishes to me. Not literally though. He wanted me to feed his fishes twice a day for two days. I thought I could do that. Besides, I could watch some TV as well. Maybe I could even bring the guitar tomorrow to my room. Hahaha... my plans!

Feeling much better

The tiredness which seem to plague me in my first three months of this post seems to have fled. Now, after changing to a new ward and a new room, I feel much fresher. More eager to do things. That reflected very well in the emergency where I stayed on the operating table for more hours and didn't sleep much. Wonderful it is to realise the fact that I'm doing well.

And my new address is...

Yes. Finally, I've left my sickening 4 - seater room and have moved into a nice double room. I got the keys yesterday from the ocupant who I had to threaten for the same. Yesterday, my off day, and I spent the whole time cleaning and shifting.

To start things of, I have to confide that the servant who I entrusted with the job of pre-cleaning my room was the same one who I was so aroused with last week. He is a hard core Marathi who struggles even with Hindi. I guess that itself is an incompatibility but why am I thinking of this now?

On, this note, I must say that I find some hard-core Marathis hot. The most characteristic feature I note is the fairness of the skin as well as sumptuous hands, fingers, feet and toes. They seem to have appendages which are perfectable devourable.

In the evening, after my routine work I had the option of total shifting without anybody's help or to do some partial stuff and go for a movie. I chose the former option and I am glad I did that. The actual work was very dusty and boring. But the sounds of Nickelback et al chugging into my calvarium through the headphones of the portable device which is becoming so infamous for its propensity to cause hearing loss kept my gaiety intact.

Another seemingly impossible deed was accomplished at around sunset. My satellite radio set was set up in the new room! I thought it would become a troublesome affair riddled with phone calls to the support etc. But thankfully, the cable was long enough to be taken through the window of my new room easily.

The result is that I have a room which is clean and cute. The lighting coule be improved. Furnishing is just about adequate. I have plans to bring in a Creative 2.1 speaker system to connect it to my radio/mp3 player. Also, I plan to get mah electric guitar and it's amp in the near future. Along with that, I could bring in my text books which must have rotted in my apartment.

My new roompartner N. was aghast when I said that I had shifted. He wanted to confirm the bedbug extinction status of mine and his belongings by insecticidal sprays for 3 days etc. But, honestly, I'm not that patient when it comes to such wonderful prospects as getting into a new room.

'Photograph'

This week's song has to be 'Photograph' by Nickelback. Thus song sounds great and is highly radiofriendly. The cool thing about this song is that the chorus is much better than the verse as opposed to regular Nickelback stuff like 'How You Remind Me'. Check out the sort of funny lyrics.

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red?
And what the hell is on Joey’s head?

And This is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneakin’ out

And This is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must’ve done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it’s too late
Should I go back and try to graduate?
Life’s better now than it was back then
If I was them, I wouldn’t let me in
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I Had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye

Goodbyyyyeeee

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hanging out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we’d know
We said someday we’d find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim’s the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She’s had a couple of kids since then
I haven’t seen her since God knows when
Oh oh oh
Oh god I, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye

I miss that town
I miss their faces
You can’t erase
You can’t replace it

I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it
Time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye

Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it
It’s time to say it
Goodbye, Goodbye

Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every time I do it makes me.

Sister's good times

My sister's long-standing problems with her parents-in-law are shoved aside for about 3 months as the parents-in-law have gone to the US to take care of their daughter who is having a kid. She's so happy. I am happy for her. Not only that, my Dad and Mom can visit her in her present home. The complications of such a thing when the in-laws are there are unimaginable.

New ward, new responsibilities

As I had told, I have changed wards. The patients change and so do the responsibilities. Now my ward work is lesser. I'm supposed to do all the dirty jobs like getting Xrays of patients in odd times and doing more paper work. Suddenly, I find myself increasingly efficient. At the same time, my colleague is sort of finding it difficult to do what I've been doing. The conclusion is that I was not as inefficient that I had thought.

New Room, # 12

Today, after some days of confusion, I got myself a room. The room is number 12. It is on the floor just above the mess. It is almost perfect. I'm getting Dr. N. *(who'll be referred to N. from hereon) as a partner. I called up it's present occupants and asked them to hand over the keys. They have promised to do that by Wednesday. The only big problem is to shift the WorldSpace antenna to near my room!

How I wish

I don't have too much to post about the Double emergency Sunday. Yeah, I was working 24 hours. But I take this opportunity to blog about something that happened in the last week. It was about 7.30 pm in the evening when Xander gave me a ring on the mobile phone. He said that he has first-row tickets to The Jethro Tull concert. I so wanted to go. But what the fucken fate, I couldn't. I had to say the eternal no to Xander again. I hope that I won't miss such opportunities in the future.

Weekly update

Some of the things happening in this big week -
- I assist in arthroscopy
- One registrar decreases confusion
- Ray's proposal on the road
- Coming out to PK
- New room, new senior reg
- concert tickets to Jethro Tull
- Strike, movie, gateway

The strike

After a really heavy day at the emergency yesterday, we were greeted by some good news. The residents were on a protest strike for 24 hours in relation to an incident of patients/relatives beating another fellow resident. Eventhough the sorry situation needed some sort of remorse or something of that sort, for me this break was what the doctor ordered.

We guys went out. We had food. Went to the Gateway of India. Went for a lovely boat ride. Wow, I had my 'fate song' 'The Reason' (the song which was the in thing when I had met Mr. Lion first) of last year playing on the mp3 player when I lay down on top of the boat staring at the blue sky and lunar crescent as the sun went down. I had a mini orgasm there.

Then we went to 'Chronicles of Narnia; The Lion, Witch and the Cupboard'. Because of sleep deprivation, I struggled to stay awake during the dull fist half of the movie. But I liked the movie in toto. Not as good as I thought it would be. But 3 stars is fine!

We had dinner with white wine at a nearby bar/restaurant and then I went to blissful sleep!

Coming out to PK

I don't know if I have posted about a guy called PK. He is an anaesthetic resident and he comes from my state. He is almost built exactly like me and in the OT, people confuse a lot between the two of us a lot. If fact, we have been alleged to be brothers . That too twins. Oh yeah, I remember that I have posted about this guy. He writes songs and we plan to write some songs together etc.

Whatever, I find this guy to be one of the reliable friends in my present life situation. We have been involved in some good chats in the past. Yesterday, we had planned to go out for 'Chronicles of Narnia'. I picked him up on my scooty and we rode to the nearest multiplex. To our disappointment, we were a bit late and those idiots didn't offer us passes.

I wanted to do something good and we decided to go to Cafe Coffee Day. Over coffee and do-nuts, we stumbled my promise to reveal my deepest secret. Initially, I thought I wouldn't need to come out. But his perseverance was demanding. And finally I confided that I'm a queer.

I was surprised to see him surprised. But I explained him a lot about my life. He listened to me with a patient attitude but it was obvious that he wasn't expecting it. That is why I didn't feel as comfortable as I would normally do after coming out to someone.

Another good news

In my work front, I'm getting a good time. I'm going to a lighter ward. Secondly, my senior registrar has changed. In comes a very sincere and good guy. This guy was the guy who helped me by talking down my seniors in the first two months of this post. I hope things will be good for the coming 3 odd months in this unit.

Room reallotment

Today was the room reallotment day for our hostel. As I expected it to be, it was very uncomfortable for me to decide on a room and a partner. First of all, my priorities are totally different. I need cleanliness, options to play music etc. and want a room mate who can tolerate my guitar. These criteria made the decision making difficult.

It is almost official that I don’t exactly dig my present roommates and vice versa. Nothing personal, just different personlalities. Therefore, I’m sort of notorious and everyone seemed to think that I would find it difficult to find a room partner. Finally two people offered. One had worked with me in the first 6 months of my residency. Another colleague called Dr. N. had offered to share a room with me earlier.

Finally, I decide to go ahead with Dr. N because of many reasons

• He likes music and guitar
  
• He is so much of fun
  
• He’s very uncomplicated
  
• He goes to the gym regularly, has a good body
  
• He offered me good counseling during the bluesy times a couple of time last year.

After doing all this, I was totally disappointed to come to know that the room reallotment got postponed till Monday. Anyway, I’m so looking forward to it.

Ray's new proposal

I don't know what is it with Ray that makes him so 'hot' (sexual) in the life that he's leading right. Today he rang me up in the evening and told me that he was hit on by a politician in the middle of the centre of the city. I'll detail.

He was going to a movie in the evening yesterday and was walking from the bus stop to the movie theatre. He saw this semi-hot looking, balding 50 ish year old guy standing near the bus stop across the road. He was wearing the khadar dhoti and the white shirt so typical of the politicians in this part of the world. Plus, he looked like having power and dignifying. As Ray was crossing the road their eyes lock.Both continue staring at each other and in about 2.556 seconds, they have this desire to have each other. Ray was not very sure about the safety.

Therefore, he walked past. About a block later he decided to come back. The guy was still there looking intensely at him when he reached the bus stop. This guy greeted him and immediately put his arm over his shoulder and offered to 'get to know each other' in the hotel behind. Ray refused. He asked Ray his name and Ray blurted out 'Kris'! The details came later and after about 2 minutes of talk, he tightened his grip on Ray's shoulder and once more offered a room and himself. Ray refused still. And even without taking the contact numbers, they walked away.

First I think that Ray is crazy. That's because I'm so frustrated. But then, when thinking in sane terms, Ray's decision is correct. Isn't it?

Change of wards

I and my colleague are supposed to exchange wards and duties. Now, I go to a ward which is much cooler in terms of responsibilities. I am yet to give him ‘over’ about his ward. The fact is that my colleagues is looking forward to this because it is considered to be better to work in the ward where I was working all this time. Yeah it might be true. But I still want some break off. The lack of time for blogging can be partially solved after this! ;)