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?

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.

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.