Less confusion at work

Although it seems almost impossible to believe, the actual fact is that the hospital work is definitely better with the single registrar. The other registrar has taken a leave for attending some function in his native place. That reduces a lot of confusion, ego etc. And we are more organized. So much for the overloaded work routine!

Assisted scopy

Today I did something that I didn’t think could pull off successfully. I assisted in an Arthroscopy case. I didn’t exactly do it like any other expert professional would have done. But I think I did well enough to at least learn. Although I did hear lots of scoldings from sir about mis-handling his instruments, I think I earned a little respect from his point of view. I’m happy I did this.

Shopping and gaiety

When I went to May, I wore the recently purchased Nike full-sleeved Tee Shirt. She thoguht I looked very gay in that. Apart from that she and I found out so many things that confirmed my ‘gaiety’..

• Clothing, well fitting, undersized
• The small bag that I carry; it’s apparently effeminate
• Hot chocolate
• Sweet items

Is this true?

Birthday party

It was my co-houseman’s birthday today. I decided to buy him a cake and throw a surprise party. I had to buy an egg-less cake (which doesn’t taste good at all) because of some strange ‘upavaas’ day that they observe here in Maharastra. I bought candles and arranged everything. Finally, when it materialized, it was rather dull. My friend say that he didn’t expect this and he thought that this was all silly. Well, thanks for all my efforts which easily went to the drain.

May’s dilema

It’s been a long time since I wrote about May. She’s just given the entrance exam and is shifting back to quaint Kerala. This is because her Dad’s retiring. The happening thing in her life is this marriage proposal. She thinks that the person’s is okay. But there are some points in his academic career that she would like to clear off. Besides, their individual futures may not gel togthers.

She was packing for shifting when I went. In all this confuion, she’s finding it hard to study for the comings tests.

After a long time, I went to downtown on my bike and met her. She was busy studying but we talked long. It was fun.

Hot sweeper

My room is on the ground floor of the hostel. The first floor sweeper has always been an attraction to me. His mustache and feet, oh delectable they are. This past Sunday, I was able to catch him in a towel. Oh baby, muscular shapely torso, wonderful forearms and hands plus the attitude. He’d just finished his work and was about to take a shower. And guess what, he went into the one next to mine. What transpired later needn’t be detailed I guess.

First ticket

Doing crazy things means that you’ll have to end up paying for the craziness. Quite literally, yes. After my blogging yesterday night, I was coming in the cold night when I missed a no entry sign and went into a one-way. It was near the high-court premises where police is always there. They stopped me and politely informed me about the traffic crime that I had just committed.

I tried to pull myself out of the mess by saying that I’m a doc and all such shit, but they didn’t fall totally for it. Finally, I ended up paying bribe of Rs. 100 for avoiding a ticket.

For all those who thought that the policemen who stopped me were hot, all of you are wrong. All of them were young Marathis without too much of ‘features’.

Craziness

Today, I did the craziest thing. Just to check mails and update my blog, I travelled all the way from my hostel to South and am typing this at a cybershot just by the side of the Taj. It is about 1.30 AM in the night and I have an emergency tomorrow. But I’m so happy that I have some internet access so late in the night.

Great Republic day

Republic day meant that I slept till 10 AM. I took a shower and came to the ward and finished up most of the important things before the ‘he-bitch’ came. He took a prolonged round but still I managed to finish urgent stuff so that I could make it to the apartment. It had been some time since I visited Xander.

On the way I did some small errands and also bought some snacks for filling our tummies. At the apartment I found Xander’s new television stand and the aquarium he had bought recently. The TV stand looked expensive but I didn’t bother to ask how much.

After some munches on the ‘Vada paav’s that I had brought, we started jamming. Xander was into AC-DC’s ‘Back in Black’. We tried two songs from the album. It sounded good. But even better was about to come.

I wanted to play ‘Stars’ by Switchfoot. I looked up the bass and guitar tab for the song on ma moh-bile and we ripped it. Whoa! The bass line is awesome. I felt so good learning something good and new.

Apart from the fact that we jammed with Xander doing the vocals almost perfectly, there was one funny thing that I have to mention. Xander repeatedly asked me to first learn and then play the bass line along with the song. I felt that he was trying to see if I was still good enough for the band thing. Not that he was looking for other options. But somehow it made me feel that my busy schedule which prevents me from going there frequently made him feel that I have lost interest. That’s why he was so curious to see if really played it the way I felt I wanted to.

Whatever, it was heavenly. I felt good. So did Xander.

On my way back, I bought a wonderful ash colored Nike full sleeved T-shirt. I thought I looked good in that.

Mishap

Although it isn’t as grave as I make it appear, but due to my time mismanagement I’m unable to update the blog like I would do otherwise on a thursday. I’ll try to do it later on as I think that this week is worth blogging about.