The bane of my life.

Studying in a little town has the disadvantage that when you are not studying you do not have much else to do. The cell phone was a constant companion in these bleak times of boredom. This instrument which was my second heart in student life has now become the bane of my life. Every ring brings a fear. A gripping fear. The person on the other side is one who is convinced a visit to the doctor is an absolute no no, wants treatment over the phone. now for a writer with an adequate repertoire of words this task of conveying your illness may be easy but for the lay man, well lets me just replay a conversation. (in brackets are my thoughts)

"Hello"

"good morning doctor" (3.00am)

"Uncle is having bowel movements"

"Hmmm"(whose uncle)

"you remember shoba athai had once last month, like that only"

"hmmm"

"can i give the same medication, the round white tablet"

"hmmm"

"if there is any problem ill bring uncle"

"why not bring him now only and i can decide"

"no no this tablet will work doctor. Thank you doctor. hope i dint disturb you"

"Good night"

"and doctor shall i continue my medicine"

"yes please do"

All Jokes aside i hope that no serious patient ever calls me with similar complaints.

In fact we are planning to get a new point in the Hippocratic oath

"though shall not consult over the instrument of evil"