Happy Ending

A lackluster series. An inconsequential match. An OK batting display followed by a gritty bowling effort. Last wicket partnership is posing a serious threat to a face saving victory. 2 overs to go . 14 runs to lose.

Your final match on Australian soil. Not much with the bat. You cool your heels and warm your fingers in the pocket, all through the 2nd innings. Just made an attempt at the stumps which if successful would have won you the game. Not. Everyone expects the captain to ask the other youngster to bowl. Not. Captain throws the ball to you. He talks to you as if you are a debutant, encouraging you , patting you on the back. 20 years of international cricket. But you know at some level that you needed that.

The genuine joy that I saw on Sanath Jayasuriya’s face , after he bowled that delivery, is something I shall never forget.

P.S.: If you get a chance, watch Murali’s final 4 overs. Pure Class.

Take Everything From The Inside And Throw It All Away

Moral of Another Story: I will never know myself until I do this on my own And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed I will never be anything till I break away from me I will break away, I’ll find myself today

Six Feet Under

A humble request to all of you. Watch the following movies.

1) Johnny Gaddar
2) Manorama Six Feet Under
3) Mithya

Most of the time, I am inclined to being Anti-Bollywood for the crap( read KJ-SRK ) they keep spewing at us . If these kind of movies start defining what is Bollywood, then I am willing to change my stance. Excellent.

Priorities

I work as an Office Assistant ( Yes. OA ) in the Cardiac Surgery Dept. at URMC. My job involves minimal amount of filing of patient charts. Since it is the first time for me, being in an office environment and experiencing active exposure to a new culture, it has been really amazing to witness the kind of banter that goes on. Took me quite sometime in realizing which of it are for fun and which are insults. Though the setup is not quite Scrubs/Grey’s Anatomy/-esque, still one gets to witness all that drama.

Since we deal with a whole lot of patients, we do get some really cranky ones. Here are two such instances.

Case 1 :

About a month ago, there was this call. It was a female, speaking with a heavy Italian accent. She was rambling in a manner none of us could really understand what she intended to say. She was speaking for a male patient, who had previously consulted the surgeon based on his cardiologist’s advice. She spoke for close to half an hour. At the fag end of the conversation, all that we understood, is that she was not his wife, but they were living together for the past 2 months. He was too proud to take help from his brothers and hence is staying alone. Thats it. Half an hour. That is all the information we got from her. Not because of the accent, because we had someone who undid the accent part. And then finally came the real reason. That male, had had a stroke then and she was calling for help and this was after 30 minutes of family non sense. I thought everyone knew about 911. What became of the case later on, I do not know, but at that moment I was appalled at the sheer stupidity of that female. A life is at stake and this is what you do?

Case 2 :

For the past week or so , most of the department were conversing about an in-patient who was being referred to as The Crazy Guy. I did not know why and I felt that they were being insensitive in calling him that. Today, coming to know of the entire story, I feel they are totally justified in doing so. Here was a guy, with blown up arteries & dilated valves, who was consistently refusing surgery. After finally agreeing to the same, he was put on schedule for surgery today. But in the wee hours, he threw a fit again, made the surgeon come down to the hospital and got the surgery canceled. 3 hours past his schedule surgery time, he had a stroke.

His reason for getting the surgery canceled : I like to go to the beach a lot. If I get this surgery done, then I don’t think girls would find me attractive with the scar on me.

Some specimens these are.

Moral of Another Story

I woke up early today. Took a long, refreshing bath. Shaved. Ironed my formals. Polished my shoes. Edited my resume. Suited up ( 😉 ). Put on K’s long coat. Looked at self in the mirror and said to self ” Looking Good”. Went to the lab. Took prints of the resume ( I have never ever been able to open this lab by myself and take prints by myself. Not once. Until today ). Went to the Job Fair. May Room was empty. Today’s date is not 20th Feb 2008.

Moral of Another Story : Look At Calendar Daily.

The Terror Of The Red Scooty

I believe that all of us have superstitious beliefs, some religious, but most , due to instinct and repetition. Say for an examination, we would like to maintain some kind of routine. I for one, when at Hyd on an exam day, used to go to the terrace and have a look around. The most common superstition, in my opinion , is the black cat crossing your way. I have no idea about the origins of that, but there was something similar to that, which had a significant impact on my schoolmates lives.

Right across Adarsh Apartments, lived a Red TVS Scooty. I am not able to exactly recollect the name of the owner of that vehicle, but was referred to as Moin Khan and had a sibling who was called ( by us ) Polar Bear. Polar Bear looked like Polar Bear and Moin Khan acted like Moin Khan. Polar Bear looked like Polar Bear because Polar Bear probably ate Moin Khan’s share of food as well , or so we thought.

Coming back to the Red Scooty. It was always referred to as The Red Scooty. Never as Scooty nor as Moin Khan’s Scooty. Always The Red Scooty. It was very rarely sighted probably once in 4-5 months. The irregularity can be attributed to the different paths taken by The Red Scooty and us. But whenever it was sighted, we shuddered. That was because we had reason enough to believe that whenever we saw it , something bad was in store. The following three chronologically placed events, are a few of the many instances which substantiated our belief.

Circa 2000 – Victim1

Victim1 was on his way to(from???) his tuition on his cycle with his younger brother. He got hit by a scooter coming from the opposite direction ( ??? ) , while riding on the left most part (presumably the safest ) of the road. One hand fractured. The brother escaped with relatively minor injuries.

Last week of Jan 2003 – Victim2

Victim2 was on his way to a friends place to play the latest version of FIFA, which the other had just downloaded. He was riding a 2 day old Honda Activa, which got instantly destroyed in the multiple vehicle accident that followed. Victim2 had minor injuries. Vehicle and Victim2’s road confidence were irreparably damaged. Vehicle was finally restored at humongous costs. Victim2 still has visions of falling off of a vehicle and has them only while driving.

Circa 2004 – Victim3

Victim3 was walking along the beautiful paths of Osmania University after class to reach his bus-stop. A motor-bike rider , trying to show off some stunts, missed a trick and hit Victim3. The bike-rider got seriously injured , but Victim3 was fighting for his life with almost a severed head, for quite some time at NIMS. After multiple rehabilitation programs, Victim3 has now regained mobility, with limited movement of the head.

All these vehicular accidents and many more accidents involving my schoolmates, must have had their own reasons to happen, the way they happened. But they all had a common denominator. The Red Scooty. Victim1 saw it just before his accident. Victim2 saw it while coming out of his house. Victim3 met Moin Khan and The Red Scooty, moments before having that life-threatening experience.

And that was the basis for our fear of The Red Scooty.

Time passed on. We continued to avoid The Red Scooty, were successful in our endeavours and avoided further accidents. And then as they say,the old gave way to the new. The engineers at TVS came up with a new vehicle model, which their marketing personnel decided to call , Scooty Pep. So out went our nemesis and in came a blue Scooty Pep. Its arrival ended our run of misfortune. You saw it , you shuddered and yet nothing happened. Everything was at peace. This change of fortune, further strengthened our belief, that it was not Moin Khan’s presence to be blamed , but it was the Eye of The Red Scooty that haunted us.

P.S.: I got reminded of this phenomenon following Bail’s testimonial on Orkut
where he refers to the other reason of coming to my home. Their interest was with someone in Adarsh Apartments, but I got reminded of the above mentioned saga.

Happy Birthday Thalimpu Reddy

This blogs intends to wish Thalimpu Reddy, a Very Happy Birthday.

He underwent this and later he gifted himself one of the most costliest gifts, an ISD call so that ALL ( pun intended, he wanted only one, we all know that don’t we 😛 ) our friends could wish him.

I know it has been a tough time for him, missing someone so much over the last 2-3 days, due to the momentous occasions that COULD have BEEn, but don’t worry ra, all will BEE well in the end.

Pandaga Sesko 🙂