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Grandma goes to doctor.. My grandmother has been complaining for days about backache. My work pressure did not allow me to take her to a doctor for quite some time. Anyway I knew, she never had any reason to see a doctor in her eighty two years. Still, after repeated postponements I took her to an expensive doctor in the city. Doctor started the examination casually. He seemed to be of the opinion that for an octogenarian, my grand mom had excellent health. But soon the situation changed. My grand mom complained about a hitherto unheard of stomachache. When doctor touched her knee joints with mallet, she writhed in pain. Doctor was surprised to know that she suffered from severe migraine; so was I. Her lack of hunger (which in my opinion occurred when her stomach is full) and sleep, along with recurring asthma frightened even the doctor. In fact, for every question doctor asked, her answer gave a new insight into her deteriorating health. He called me aside and whispered in my ears that even though he could not find anything wrong with her, he is prescribing a whole lot of preventive medicines. Further, he prescribed a more detailed diagnostic examination at an even more expensive clinic. When we finally returned home after purchasing a drug store itself, I could not help showing my disgust at grand mom's lack of faith in us. 'You should have told us you were suffering from all those…You do not understand how concerned we are, about your health….', I shouted at her. My affectionate scolding soon gave way to tears. . 'I do
not have any of those problems', she stated nonchalantly.
Ashok
(01, Jul 97) |
| Ambition .. It was not the first time that I waited a little too long to catch a flight at Sanjose airport in California. To tell you frankly it is never as boring experience, as it is often made out. While waiting for your plane it is interesting to watch the people around you, especially the little ones who run all around the place. A little mischief incarnate followed by an obeying father immediately attracted my attention. The kid was busy looking outside through the glass panes. In SJC you might have noticed that you can stand face to face with a plane taxiing in, with your nose almost touching its. Well, our young man was one of the actors in such a scene and was highly thrilled about the pilots bringing in the plane and the activity happening around that….. "Dad, I want to be one like that…when I grow up" he averred. Dad looked around, making sure that all of us heard his little one's future plan and asked the son to confirm…. " You What ???" "I want to be one like that…,when I grow up" the kid repeated with extra clarity. By now dad's face was flushed with pride. He passed an all encompassing smile at us… "Dear…You want to be a pilot when you grow up …..?" He asked… "No dad, I want to be one like that…." We could measure the irritation in the kid's voice.. We turned our eyes in the direction kid was pointing…..There we saw a large luggage truck with the driver reclined in it!!! [Based on a real incident narrated by my co-brother Raj Pillai, Green Bay, Wisconsin] Ashok (01, Jan 98) |
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WITNESS.. The phone rang... Ashok (01, Jun 98) |
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