The unexpected party

Yesterday evening, we had an unexpected party. The part was from within our unit at the hospital. We were just the three as the he-bitch was on leave and the senior registrar was busy with his family.



We went to the Sport Bar at the Phoenix mills! It was a mixed experience. I loved the first part when they played alternative rock loud. They played 'Scar Tissue' from the RHCP, 'Jeremy' from Pearl Jam and 'Iris' by the Goo Goo dolls. IT WAS FUN!



But the sad part was that the company that I had was totally off. We drank beer and dug into the desserts and salads on offer. We watched som F1 racing and WWE on the giant projection screen.



I really felt that the place was a great location for a date. Also, to watch sports! I would spend some time watching the World Cup of Football surely!



The beer took its toll as I was very sleepy in the night. I slept in the ward. In the morning, I got up relatively late. But I could go to the room and have by bath and things. The morning was busy. The afternoon too was busy and eventful at the OPD. People keep on shouting at me when I'm apparently 'missing' from the OPD when I was doing some X-rays and other shit which these 'people' themselves had asked me to do. That's the whole contradiction!



I am very happy even otherwise as May had gotten her MD Paed seat finally. She gets it in Ahmedabad which isn't too far away from here. Besides, I had told about Victor to all of my friends!



I have a busy evening ahead now. I might even buy the computer this weekend!

A new friend?

When I was visiting home, I had a message from a guy called 'Victor' on www.silverdaddies.com. He is a 50 year old from Mumbai who's interested in music. Even though he wanted to rush things, I have refused because of my busy schedules. Today, I had a chat with him. I even had a look at him on his webcam. He is hot!



I'm interested in him. And I have made it clear to him as well. Maybe, this is my second successful hit at www.silverdaddies.com. For those unaware, Mr. Lion came into my life through SilverDaddies.com.



Victor also reads my blog I guess. If you are reading this Victor, you know I'm interested in you!

Munich is fantabulastic

Today, I stealed time again and watched Munich at Sterling! Such an awesome movie it is. Lot of violence in it but it is taken very well by the master Spielberg. The soundtrack is awesome and the humor interspersed makes it a very good experience.



Go watch it everyone!



As I was waiting for the movie to start, I talked to Ray. He wanted me to try cruising here in Mumbai. I said it was difficult mainly because of the youngish college-going crowd at the movies. I had to eat my words when I found myself sitting beside a semi-hot man with a goate. Around 60 ish. I tried to make advances just like how Ray had taught me. But it wasn't succesful.



Today, I also exchanged a lot of SMSes with my friend/shrink at the hospital. Dr. T, as I would like to refer to her here, had a lot of confusion regarding my relations with Xander. I solved it out. I told her how crazy my life was now. And she couldn't believe what I had been doing. I have to confess that I'm so comfy being with her that I think she's becoming one of my good friends. Maybe, I'll even go with her to movies. Just like, how I go with Ray back at home.

The talk with my sister

Even after I came back, the newly acquired habit of talking incessantly to my sister over my mobile phone still persists. Not that I thought that it would end. But I think the conversations have gotten seriouser.



Today's conversation was totally based on the feelings that I had when I was at home. I had explained to her that I had hated each and every moment that I spent with my Mom and Dad at home. At the same time, I loved all the things that I ended up doing with my friends. I loved my Mom's food and coffee. But that's it. I didn't even make eye contact with my parents during the mini-conversations that we had. They honestly tried to talk to me. But I didn't want to talk to them.



Technically, I did something for them. I gave a electric heater (for cooking) as a present. And I gave Pop the ointment that he had wanted for his wrist pain. They gave me the money for my computer. Everything looks so gleeful.



Yet, I'm ashamed of myself. I don't know why it is so and why I'm like this. My Mom said to my sister that I've grown very quiet. That's certainly not the case. Ask Chuck, Ray, May or Dr. R. My sister in fact, suggested that I talk to my close friends about any change in behaviour.



I haven't done that yet. But I definitely feel that I have taken the wisest of all steps to move out of home to Mumbai. Fcuk the family. I love to be what I'm and that's only possible this way I feel.

Diving back into music

My newly set-up audio system is already making an impact. I have overslept twice in four days as I didn't wake up to my alarm because of the loud music. At the same time, I feel very happy because I'm able to listen to songs.

I have also re-starting guitaring. Now, I've set up my amp and guitar to jam with the music that is being played. I'm currently learning 'Erotomania' by the Dream Theater. I've already learnt 'Where the River Goes' by the STP!

Emergency goes bad

Thanks to my weird sense of timing for cleaning my room, the emergency went really bad. I couldn't focus on my work. The fact that he-bitch wasn't there (he has gone to his native place for a marriage) made things easier for everyone. I mean, literally everyone. Everyone has at least indirectly expressed that he's crazy.



I'm going to have to sort this issue of bad time-management before emergencies before I become senior. By the way, the time that I have juniors is still about 50 days away as the new admissions got delayed due to the multitude of problems.

The flight back

I always have this feeling that flight journeys from my place to Mumbai are not as good as the vice versa ones. One main thing is the fact that I'm leaving my friends and going to a place which is full to work related miseries. Another fact is that the food served is not as good. In flights from Mumbai, I got to eat wonderful desserts like the 'American Pure Cheese Cake' which was totally delicious.



Anyway, I came back and was back at what I've been doing in the last two months. Sorting out my errands in the time I create by bunking work. Not exactly bunking but something like that. Today, after I had come, I went and got back my sub-woofer and started listening to all kinds of lovely music on my mp3 player and CD player!



Wow, what pure bliss.



In the night, once more on the pre-emergency day, I cleaned the dust-bowl of my room (the window had been left open and all the dust in Mumbai seemed to have been guided into my room) till 3 AM. In between, I realized that bed bugs had reinstated themselves as the kings of my mattress. And then I slept.

Going (Coming) back

I'm not ready to go back. I wanted to stay longer and enjoy my time with friends. I want to have more 'action'. More men from Kerala. But then, reality always has a bit. As Chuck left after visiting me moments back, I'm not exactly sad, but still not happy either to go back to Mumbai.



Despite the constricting space of my home town, with my family suffocating me further, I like being here. Mostly because of the sexual twist in the tale. I cannot help but wonder how long is this secret going to be kept.



The title typifies the state of my mind. I don't know whether it should 'going' back or 'coming' back. Mumbai has now become my home and Kerala my destination for pleasures. Strange isn't it?

One day more

I can't believe it. My vacation is already almost over. And I have done nothing exceptional except having sex and debuting in cruising. Well, I don't think that is no mean achievement. But still.



My parents have given me money to buy the computer. That was sweet of them. But as usual, I was not being sweet to them. I'm being mean. But I can't help it.



I met May briefly. She seemed definitely happier. She had won the best outgoing student award from our own hospital. I'm proud of her.



I spent most of the rest of the day wasting my time trying to synchronize my Outlook with my mobile. I watched the second match along with that. S. gave me two fantastic CDs full of great music. I'm going to love them!

I escaped my relatives

Today was the final day of my family function. I had not gone on both the earlier days. In fact, I had not gone to meet anybody else other than my close friends. Not even to my beloved medical college. I think I'm bloody interested only in sex and friends these days.



In the afternoon, I managed to almost finish my errands (to get my driving license's duplicate. It was a mistake not to take the 'unofficial route' as I was robbed by a notary in the procedure.



In the evening, I worked at my computer and watched the first of the two one day international matches between Pakistan and India at Abu Dhabi. It was fun.



During the interval between the two innings, I went to the function. The reaction of my relatives was much better than I expected. A few shallow words and commments once more. And I was free again.



I wanted to go visit May (I forgot to write about the fact that she has gotten a great #7 rank at one of the entrances) to congratulate her. Now, I was sure that she would get the MD of her choice, so richly deserved!



It was too late to visit her. Instead, I talked to her over the phone. We agreed to try and meet tomorrow.

Super Monday

This was THE day of my life if I were to think in terms of sex. In the morning, I took advantage of my parents' absence from home and called Mr. Lion. He took a lot of time to reach there. But once he did, it was heaven as it has always been.



Just like Ray had told me, he had lost weight. But I don't think it is due anything but old age. The whole process was fast and it was sweet. No details again. But I did some fantasy stuff when he was there.



In the afternoon, I had some errands to run. I couldn't finish them and called Ray to give me company for a movie. We went for 'Shaadi Se Pehle' at the 6.30 pm show. It was hopeless. We got out and went for a sea-food dinner at a famous sea-food place in the town. There, during dinner, we decided to go for an English movie called 'Open Water'.



We were disappointed to see no such movie at the theatre. Instead, we chose the latest Dileep flick 'Pachakkuthira'. As usual, we took the regular seats. When we entered the theatre we noticed that a 60ish man with a groomed moustache sitting at the back row with vacant seats on either side.



Ray asked me 'Do you dare?'. I was unsure but I couldn't refuse. Ray sat on the aisle seat and I on the other. The only mistake we did was to talk before the movie started. The guy talked to both of us before the start. Ray and I exchanged SMSes about our modus operandi.



I let Ray to take the lead. Half way into the movie, I received an SMS saying that this guy was feeling him up. I was appalled! This guy was so gutsy that he was jacking of Ray with me sitting on his side. During the interval, I and Ray both got out and Ray briefed me on what was happening. We did this secretively outside the theater.



We got back into our positions before the movie started and in the first half hour break, I could see Ray giving hand job to the man and he reciprocating. It ended abruptly and I thought both had come.



Then came the most surprising part. He starte feeling ME me up. It was so much fun. I felt his forearms and hand. He advanced to my crotch. But there was a stupid plastic cover on my lap which was making a hell of a noise. Because of that, and because of the fact that I had sex earlier in the day, I wasn't aroused. After this, he didn't let me advance to his crotch. I could feel that the man was disappointed.



The movie came to an end. I wanted to apologize for my lack of 'response'. But he was partly scared I feel as he might have suspected me for a straight guy. He hurried away before I could reach him through the crowd. It was raining outside. Me and Ray exchanged notes and we were so thrilled to realize what had happened.



Finally, all I can say is - Can you believe it?

Easter Sunday

With almost whole of the day in the bed, nothing seemed interesting. I didn't do anything significant. Just hung out with my friends in the colony. S. is coming to Mumbai to do an audio engineering course. He's coming in June. Maybe, just maybe, we can put the 'band' on tracks after we have my original drummer in the same place.

Saturday at Cochin

I don't know how I managed to get up. But I did. And I got to the station in time for my train to Cochin. Early in the morning with only hope of a wonderful vacation, kickstarted by this unplanned, but promising trip to see my best friends.



Not surprisingly, I fell asleep immediately as the train started. I didn't wake up until the train grinded into a halt at the station. After eating a breakfast from the Indian Coffee House (it reminded me of my undergrad days when we used to have regular meals from the Indian Cofffee House near our college), I rang up Dr. R.



He instructed me to catch a bus and then an autorickshaw and I was there in an hour. The Hospital where he was working these days is a sub-district level hospital with multple specialties. A nice place. Or so it seemed. I was distinctly disturbed by the fact that Dr. R. was not the calf self that I was so impressed with and attracted with. Later on, he gave me the reason as well.



As I was visiting during the OPD hours, he was busy with patients and attending to emergencies at the Casualty. He showed me the waiting room for the Medical Officers where I waited and eventually, slept off. After some time, before Dr. R. came, a couple of his colleagues came and I had to wake up. I intorduced myslelf and gradually a conversation set in. Mostly casual talk. But since I was the guest, it was centered on my post-graduation and the situation in Maharashtra/Mumbai.



Soon, Dr. R. made his way in. A couple more of his colleagues too joined in. Dr. R. was making plans for a special luncheon, at a hotel called 'Kayvees', supposedly famous for its Biriyani. When we were driving to it, I was surprised by the state of mental affairs with Dr. R. He was not the usual calm and cool stuff. He had doubts and self-doubts over everything. He hadn't lost weight but he looked thinner. Apparently, his workload was heavy and he was finding it difficult to cope with that. As it turned out, his Diabetes was uncontrolled thanks to the extra stress. The conversation generally was not as warm as I had expected it to be. Short sentences. Abrupt, prolonged pauses interspersed.



The meal which followed was sumptuous. Maybe I was missing the usual Kerala fish-curry meal too much. By the end of it, I had had a conversation with Ray and we had decided to meet at the Marine Drive. So, I say bye to Dr. R. who had made it very clear that he was expecting me for Dinner at his place.



I reached Marine Drive as Raghu made his way. We decided to not go for a movie was we had planned earlier. Instead, we hung out at the Marine Drive's Barista first. Her, I must say that the experience at the Barista there was apalling. As compared to the ones in Mumbai, the coffee was bland. The waiters didn't know what was on the menu. The music which was played over a cheap set of speakers lacked even the faintest hint of bass. And forgive heavens, they were playing 'Evanescence'. Plus, tThe youngsters were chatting too loudly. That too, in havvily Malllu tinted English.



On that note, I should mention that I'm surprised to find myself hating the accent here. As of now, I still love Malayalam. But only it its pure form or in the accents up North. The accent down south is so irritating.



After our coffe and the delicious Chocoloate Pastry (I forget to recall the name of it), we decided to stroll. We had to catch up. And we had to men-spot as well. We did both of that. Ray had a couple more of experiences of cruising in the bus. It had me jealous of him and his prowess. Then we spent sometime eyeing the men-candy on display.



The evening came fast and I got a call from Dr. R. asking me about when I was coming. Until then, I hadn't decided. But the voice at the other end seemed like it needed some reassurance. I felt that he wanted me to go there and emphasize the fact that I found him a great friend. Even though, I wanted to go to Ray's home as well, I decided that Dr. R.'s home-visit was far more important.



After some trouble with regards to buses and routes, I reached Dr. R.'s place at around 8 pm. His family was small and sweet. A warm welcome from his wife and his two daughters made me remember the time last year when he used to tell me about his beloved home. I knew that I was supposed to stay there overnight and start in the morning.



I was not sure of that myself. I called home to ask when I should come. Pops wanted me to come back by 8 in the morning. I took that as an excuse to get out and travel in the night. Why? Obvious reasons. I wanted to try out 'cruising'. What better time than late night on a long bus journey to seduce a man!



I get freshened up and have my meal. It is delicious. So different from Mumbai. So different from what I would get at home. After that, I'm offered, by Dr. R., to be dropped to the town where I could catch a bus/train back home.



In the conversation inside his car, I ask him why he has changed so much from the last time I met him. He says 'Now, it is different life. There is nothing but responsibilities. And I'm finding it hard to manage it.'.

I felt sad for him as I walked to the bus stand. Not that I could have done something to help him. But still, maybe I could have just stayed back and made him feel happier (I hope).



I couldn't even bother the ponder too much over that thought as the exciting prospect of the bus journey lay ahead. I was careful to choose the right bus and the right seat (next to a near-60 year old man). I initiated things with a carelessly placed hand over thigh. I couldn't advance much further as the guy was not very receptive. Maybe be insensitive to such provocations.



Eventually, sleep won me over for the third time in the day. I overslept again and I was woken up by the man who I tried to seduce at the bus station in my hometown. I got out feeling great about the fact that I finally debuted at something which I was going to require throughout my life.



Now, I didn't want to spoil my already wonderful vacation by going to that function which I was supposed to attend. I lingered in the bus stand for another half an hour so that I reached home by early morning. I made myself appear exhausted and slept off right in front of my parents who must have told me to reach the function as soon as I can.



But I executed my plan to perfection and slept off till late evening.

Saturday at Cochin

I don't know how I managed to get up. But I did. And I got to the station in time for my train to Cochin. Early in the morning with only hope of a wonderful vacation, kickstarted by this unplanned, but promising trip to see my best friends.



Not surprisingly, I fell asleep immediately as the train started. I didn't wake up until the train grinded into a halt at the station. After eating a breakfast from the Indian Coffee House (it reminded me of my undergrad days when we used to have regular meals from the Indian Cofffee House near our college), I rang up Dr. R.



He instructed me to catch a bus and then an autorickshaw and I was there in an hour. The Hospital where he was working these days is a sub-district level hospital with multple specialties. A nice place. Or so it seemed. I was distinctly disturbed by the fact that Dr. R. was not the calf self that I was so impressed with and attracted with. Later on, he gave me the reason as well.



As I was visiting during the OPD hours, he was busy with patients and attending to emergencies at the Casualty. He showed me the waiting room for the Medical Officers where I waited and eventually, slept off. After some time, before Dr. R. came, a couple of his colleagues came and I had to wake up. I intorduced myslelf and gradually a conversation set in. Mostly casual talk. But since I was the guest, it was centered on my post-graduation and the situation in Maharashtra/Mumbai.



Soon, Dr. R. made his way in. A couple more of his colleagues too joined in. Dr. R. was making plans for a special luncheon, at a hotel called 'Kayvees', supposedly famous for its Biriyani. When we were driving to it, I was surprised by the state of mental affairs with Dr. R. He was not the usual calm and cool stuff. He had doubts and self-doubts over everything. He hadn't lost weight but he looked thinner. Apparently, his workload was heavy and he was finding it difficult to cope with that. As it turned out, his Diabetes was uncontrolled thanks to the extra stress. The conversation generally was not as warm as I had expected it to be. Short sentences. Abrupt, prolonged pauses interspersed.



The meal which followed was sumptuous. Maybe I was missing the usual Kerala fish-curry meal too much. By the end of it, I had had a conversation with Ray and we had decided to meet at the Marine Drive. So, I say bye to Dr. R. who had made it very clear that he was expecting me for Dinner at his place.



I reached Marine Drive as Raghu made his way. We decided to not go for a movie was we had planned earlier. Instead, we hung out at the Marine Drive's Barista first. Her, I must say that the experience at the Barista there was apalling. As compared to the ones in Mumbai, the coffee was bland. The waiters didn't know what was on the menu. The music which was played over a cheap set of speakers lacked even the faintest hint of bass. And forgive heavens; they were playing 'Evanescence'. Plus, tThe youngsters were chatting too loudly. That too, in havvily Malllu tinted English.



On that note, I should mention that I'm surprised to find myself hating the accent here. As of now, I still love Malayalam. But onlyin its pure form or in the accents up North. The accent down south is so irritating.



After our coffe and the delicious Chocoloate Pastry (I forget to recall the name of it), we decided to stroll. We had to catch up. And we had to men-spot as well. We did both of that. Ray had a couple more of experiences of cruising in the bus. It had me jealous of him and his prowess. Then we spent sometime eyeing the men-candy on display.



The evening came fast and I got a call from Dr. R. asking me about when I was coming. Until then, I hadn't decided. But the voice at the other end seemed like it needed some reassurance. I felt that he wanted me to go there and emphasize the fact that I found him a great friend. Even though, I wanted to go to Ray's home as well, I decided that Dr. R.'s home-visit was far more important.



After some trouble with regards to buses and routes, I reached Dr. R.'s place at around 8 pm. His family was small and sweet. A warm welcome from his wife and his two daughters made me remember the time last year when he used to tell me about his beloved home. I knew that I was supposed to stay there overnight and start in the morning.



I was not sure of that myself. I called home to ask when I should come. Pops wanted me to come back by 8 in the morning. I took that as an excuse to get out and travel in the night. Why? For obvious reasons. I wanted to try out 'cruising'. What better time than late night on a long bus journey to seduce a man!



I get freshened up and have my meal. It is delicious. So different from Mumbai. So different from what I would get at home. After that, I'm offered, by Dr. R., to be dropped to the town where I could catch a bus/train back home.



In the conversation inside his car, I ask him why he has changed so much from the last time I met him. He says 'Now, it is different life. There is nothing but responsibilities. And I'm finding it hard to manage it.'.

I felt sad for him as I walked to the bus stand. Not that I could have done something to help him. But still, maybe I could have just stayed back and made him feel happier (I hope).



I couldn't even bother the ponder too much over that thought as the exciting prospect of the bus journey lay ahead. I was careful to choose the right bus and the right seat (next to a near-60 year old man). I initiated things with a carelessly placed hand over thigh. I couldn't advance much further as the guy was not very receptive. Maybe be insensitive to such provocations.



Eventually, sleep won me over for the third time in the day. I overslept again and I was woken up by the man who I tried to seduce at the bus station in my hometown. I got out feeling great about the fact that I finally debuted at something which I was going to require throughout my life.



Now, I didn't want to spoil my already wonderful vacation by going to that function which I was supposed to attend. I lingered in the bus stand for another half an hour so that I reached home by early morning. I made myself appear exhausted and slept off right in front of my parents who must have told me to reach the function as soon as I can.



But I executed my plan to perfection and slept off till late evening.

Friday, the 14th

Today morning, as the whole of Kerala, celebrated ‘Vishu’ auspiciously, I went through the motions of reaching the airport. Tiredness, a complicated feeling of hopefulness with fear made me feel weird. The formalities were completed in a breeze excepting the fact that the lady at the counter had a bad news to break to me. ‘Sir, we’ve run out of seats for you in the plane.’ The drowsiness must have subdued my reaction. How else can you explain me asking politely ‘So then, how can I travel home?’ instead of screaming and jumping up and down?



The lady at the counter, who had definitely put on a alien accent along with her make up, asked me to wait for 2 minutes. I did that. After 7 minutes and 34 seconds (if you wondered how I calculated that, I was into my third song on my Zen Micro) she called me. She plainly said ‘I’m sorry for the inconvenience sir. Since we don’t have seats for you in the Economy Class, we’ll offer you a seat in the ‘Business Class’. I was left wondering what the catch was. I tried to make her repeat what she had said lucidly moments back. Yes. I was getting a Business Class seat. No frills. No strings. Nothing attached.



Whoa baby! Talk about lady luck! I think this has got to even better. How about Hot-Sexy-Dad luck!



I loitered around in the waiting area until I figured out that everyone was looking at me. Then I sat down and listened to some music. I am not sure that I hadn’t dozed off but after some time, I realized that there was no one near me who looked like a Mallu waiting impatiently to get on board of the plane. The proverbial chill down the spine didn’t occur. Instead, the calm and composed persona inside me rose its handsome head, and I with the regular head that I’ve been sporting for around 26 years, walked to the counter and got the information needed.



The plane was about 20 minutes late. I got into the flight hoping that I would fall asleep as soon as I sat. I didn’t. That was partly attributed to the fact that there was this foreigner sitting beside me on the window seat. He eventually turned out to be a business tycoon having exploits in hotels and other buildings. He was going for his 3 day long vacation. It was nice chatting with him. In between, I tried in vain to put some sexual angle to our conversation. But he was very clever to brush it aside.



When I touched down at my home town, I got the message from Chuck saying that he was waiting out the airport to pick me up. Great!



We didn’t chat up too much on our way to my place. He dropped me there and I started immediately to my uncle’s place where the maternal side of my family had assembled on the occasion of Vishu.



It struck me (during the bus ride) that my town is very miniscule as compared to the beastly proportions of a metro such a Mumbai. I reached the place in 15 minutes without breaking sweat in the sweltering humidity and heat of the afternoon.



What greeted me was awful expected monotonous bull-shit. All sorts of boring, orthodox remarks that would be addressed to someone who had returned home from work. ‘Oh, you have lost a lot of weight.’ ‘You have gone down! (yeah, I wish!)’, ‘Is it too heavy there? Do you get enough time to rest?’ Needless to say that I was uncomfortable, I hurried through my lunch. I was suffocating in that environment of cold shallowness and I needed to breathe free.



I said that I wanted to meet my friend immediately and set out. On my way out, I took my mobile phone out from my jeans pocket and figured out whom to call. I tried Ray. Line was busy. Out of nowhere, I felt like calling Mr. Lion. I dialled his number and a lady, most probably his wife, answered. I introduced myself as a colleague of his and I heard the woman shout his name. After a minute or so, he came. When I started talking, I was panting. He started fumbling when he realized that it was me. It took about half a minute for him to regain his composure and talk.



He said there was some repair work of the roof going on in his home and his place was a mess. But I finally made him agree for a meeting, the place yet undecided next week.



Immediately after that, I went to Chuck’s place. I hung out with him till late evening. He was talking about his problems. We talked over coffee at a famous restaurant in this place. Then we went for shopping. Then he left me at a bus stop from where I caught a bus and came home.



On my way back, I had decided to go to Cochin tomorrow. I exactly couldn’t say why but I wanted to meet Dr. R as well as Ray who was visiting his home then.

Long long long day

Today, I couldn't believe what I did. I worked 24 hours straight and finished almost all the work that I was supposed to do (before I left for home that is). I didn't sleep in between. I couldn't actually. Five wards. Over 60 patients. I thought of even the silliest of points that I could eventually have been fired for.



Then, as a true geek, I made a all-inclusive list. That was a joy with my newly bought 20 Rs. Fountain Pen. For all the expensive Parker pens that I bought, this is an absolute treasure. Look, I fill this pretty lady up with ink just once. I write a gazillion lines over 5 days. It still keeps on writing and writing. Imagine a Parker. I fill it up daily. But still there are times when I run out of ink. One good (great perhaps) find.



Everything works out planned. I finish every bloody thing by 7.15. My flight is at 10.40. I should leave the hospital by around 8.30 to be safe. Who knows, I might just sleep in the taxi, train or autorickshaw en-route to the airport.



My colleague, the one who had gone on leave, gave me a call at around 7.30. I am glad that I finished and I gave him the detailed 'over'. Then I call the he-bitch and my other registrar. They both okay things.



Then I call my sister and my friends and my parents. Something tells me that I'm going to worsen my blood-related ties. But I'm happy that I'm going home to be with my friends.



Hooo hoooray!

One day more

Today was the second busy day with me as the only housie. I managed pretty well thanks to my other registrar. He’s such a charm when compared to the he-bitch. The moans and groans and the postures of the he-bitch which have become so popular (to be ridiculed, that is) amongst us housemen, confirm the universal hatred that we all have towards him. It is so unfair, I think, that the other registrar should get the benefit of the notoriety of the he-bitch.



That’s enough whining about the whole thing. Now, it’s just another day before I finally embark on my journey back home.



Even though it might look all that romantic, I don’t fancy myself to have a pleasant stay at home. That is due to my eternal troubled relationships with my relatives. In most likelihood, I’ll play the hide-and-seek game trying to avoid my relatives and thus, bringing on more trouble to myself and the strained relationships.

Another day alone

The first of the holidays in this week is already here. I'm very happy with the way things are going. I got my flight tickets paid for. In that process, although I had to borrow from a couple of my friends, I'm happy that I'm going home finally.



There was an instance of bitchiness from the 'he-bitch' yesterday morning. He threatened that I might not get the leave that I got allotted because my lecturer wasn't happy about my 'management' in the theatre.



Whatever! The only big problem that still lurks is that the woofer is not yet alright. I got time to give the speaker to the service center on Saturday. Today, I was supposed to give the power adapter, which, according to the service persons is the big problem. I couldn't give it because I couldn't find time.

'F' for Fantastic

Despite the fact that I’m all alone and all that shit, I eventually found time to go out for this movie which I badly wanted to see. No surprises. It was ‘V for Vendetta’. The way I got there is a long story. I did eventually. And that too in time. At the biggest multiplex in Mumbai, it was a great experience.



From the very start, it had the air of ‘1984’. The movie is fantastically taken and the concepts are really thought-provoking. And the characters are done wonderfully. The whole concept, even though unrealistic, is worth pondering about. Will we too be thinking of the same things in the decades to come?

I'm all alone... and I didn't plan it this way - HONEST

My colleague has left me stranded alone in this complicated mess, a. k. a. the hospital. That is all fine. I’m going to do the same to him next weekend. And he’s going to get a deal which is even worse. I’m taking an extra day’s leave. I have got two (read that as *TWO*) fucken holidays in that void where I am the only houseman. He even has an extra OT in the week ahead.



Poor chap! I feel pity for him. But am I cheating? Maybe yes. But definitely not. I know I’m cruel, wicked and evil down deep inside. But that doesn’t mean that I’ve to apply the cruelty, wickedness and evil even when I’m planning a leave!

Busy days ahead

Apart from the leave that I get, this month is going to be helluva lot busier. Taking turn, each one except one (out of five) of my unit's residents are going on vacation. We'll be one man short at all the time. Which means added work and responsibilities.



Even afer that, in May, when I am supposed to turn into a senior, there won't be that many juniors to totally relieve us from the slavery/drudgery. Therefore, beware of burn out!

The lonely girl

Today, when I was waiting at the service center for my speaker, I noticed a 10 year old plump girl playing with a basketball all alone in the corridor. So typical she was of the loneliness that I have seen a lot of in TV, which would either drive her into either bulimia or annorexia, or so it seemed. She even reminded me of a lot of Grunge rock videos.



This is typical of Mumbai. Where I have seen and heard a lot of things that I have read or viewed on television. The dark truth about the society is out here.

Turnaround - I'm going home

Wow, in 24 days, my whole plan of going home made me go through an array of moods. Yesterday, when I was finally okayed to go on a 7 day leave, I was totally confused as to what to do. I didn't want to 'waste' money which I was saving to buy my computer. But I so badly wanted to go home and hang out with my friends.



Then I called my folks. The bitter sentiments of that one month old conversation seemed to have faded away. They seemed happy to know that I could come. They agreed to even pay for the tickets.



Then I talked to my sister. She was guarded in her opinion about the options. She said that I should strive to live within what I earn (as stipend). Seemed true. I decided to think it over myself and decide today morning.



When I woke up in the morning, I was happy and alive about the fact that I was saving up money and time for buying my computer. Then I called to inform my folks. Now they asked me to come whatsoever. The financial slump that I would fall after my proposed journey will be taken care of by them. That included the computer as well.



I called my sister again. She seemed to agree with my parents. I was happy that I finally was going after all. Then came the problem of booking tickets. I made calls to the agency and confirmed that my tickets are there. But I was awfully short of money.



I borrowed some money from my colleagues and headed to the bank which was closed due to the holiday today. Disappointed, I asked around in the hotel where I have my Mallu food and they suggested me a travel agency.



When I reached there, it was owned my Mallus. They gave me an unbelievable deal for the to and fro tickets which are booked only with a 1K advance. Awesome! Plus, I save 2K because of go thru them.



Fantastic. Life is going alright baby! Yeah. I called up everyone mattered. Everything's so gay and happy!



Yeah, life's turning up. I'm back with my sister and Xander! I'm going home! And I'm taking a computer after I come back! What else could I ask for?

Ridiculous!

I don't know why I so bloody want to listen to nice music even during the hardest part of my residency. Whyever, it acts as an excuse for running behind repairing a speaker and getting ticketed by the traffic police, skipping sleep, getting scolded by your seniors etc.



Today evening, on pretext of going to book my air tickets for my 'planned vacation' (which I'm not planning to go. Instead, I'm going to chill and save money to buy my computer), I went back to the service center. There I was astounded to realize that my subwoofer was working. I felt like a fool who had not tried to actually see what the problem is.



But my wounded pride was nursed to partial recovery by the explanation which seemed stupid. Absurdly ridiculous. Apparently, there is an in-built auto shutdown mechanism which turns of the sub-woofer if it's left playing for a long time. To get it back working/playing, switch the power in the circuit first off and then on. I first felt insulted that this genuine looking service person was trying to fool me. But then he insisted on the story.



Later on, I went to the computer shops with my approximate configuration (after my homework) for the pricing. But when I was driving back to the hospital, I was partly happy and partly confused about the twist in the speaker tale. Anyways, I think that it is a stupid technological advance which the society could do well without.

New things in my room

My 'hot' servant is very happy to do a lot of things for me. He got a lot of work done in the last few days. New power plug connections, shelves being attached, doors being fixed, tube lights installed etc. Now, I want to have curtains on the window so that I can fix up the dust problem.



My cute table lamp is still in my friend's room downstairs. I think I'll have to get that back to get the ambient feeling when I'm inside.

Want to watch 'V' for Vendetta

I want to watch V for Vendetta. I don't know exactly why. I have read reviews saying that it is a futuristic movie. Maybe I expect a little bit of the 'Matrix' or '1979' in it.



There is show at 10.45 in a multiplex close by. I think I can catch it one day this week.

The speaker travails

I had recently bought a pair of Creative SBS 370 2.1 Speakers for use in my room. I had bought them to plug it into my WorldSpace radio, mp3 players, CD player etc. Although the popular product was a tad disappointing on the power of the sound it offered, it is a great buy for its price of Rs. 1, 200.



But the most disappointing thing was that the Subwoofer had some problems; it seemed like a loose connection but the bass was not coming through the Subwoofer until something pressed the back panel down. Since I was relatively free after the time of the strike, I had decided to give it for repair under warranty.



When I reached the service center, they explained to me that the warranty was not enforced as it its word meaning. If there was something repairable, they would repair it. Otherwise, a replacement would be given.



I took the deal. But since then, in about 3 weeks of agony, I couldn't get in touch with them. Twice I went down to their office without realizing that they had moved to a new location. The phone numbers were always wrong/busy.



Finally, I mustered up a lot of courage from within to venture out to get my speaker back. I had gone through my Eicher Mumbai City map to locate approximately the shop. I reached the place without even asking anyone. The shop is an extensively set up center for Creative in Grant Road.



The guys were very co-operative and they gave me my speaker without a hassle despite my delivery challan being absent (it had been in the wallet which had been stolen). I even managed to talk about a prospective sound card.



It all seemed great when I set my mp3 player up with the speakers blaring and went to sleep listening to 'Tuesday's Gone' by the Metallica.



Today morning, when I got up I realized the total silence in my room. No music? Then I went to my mp3 player and punched at the play button. It started. But without BASS! The speaker had gotten bad again.



This is so bad! Now I have squeeze time out to give them again for service. But this time, I plan to give a replacement instead of them repairing it!

Prick of all time

I've seen a lot of penises in the real world and in internet. As a connossieur of the various sizes and shapes this appendage comes in, I'm proud to announce that I have seen the best one ever. Unfortunately, it is my patient's. Therefore, I cannot do anything other than hoping that I would get someone like this in a relationship.



Hahah, I think I'm turning crazier!

Strange

These past 3 days or so, the newspaper major Times of India is headlining the issue of parking tickets in its dailies. This is happening in upmarket areas in South Mumbai viz. Cuffee Prade, Malabar hill etc. In the articles, they report that the residents were very unhappy at their vehicles being towed away.



Similar was my experience last week when my scooter got towed away from Lamington road. The crime that I had committed was to park the vehicle in front of a small gate just in front of a parking sign!

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