Being a doctor’s son is like
being ‘Thalaiva’. Nurses are
always gonna be at your
service. You’ll never run out
of company.
Having set the rules, now you’d want to have
an idea of how to present the story. The opening
is important, because you have to grab people’s
attention. The ending has to be mindblowing too
(better if it comes with a twist). Having the history
of not completely reading even a single write-up in
Hybrid Hues over the last two years, my aim is just
to engage the readers through the entire heck that’s
about to come.
Okay, enough of kidding. Buckle up!
One fine morning, I found the
male staff of the hospital with
cricket bats and ball, in front
of the hospital. Being a
cricket enthusiast and a
phenomenal player (yeah!),
I joined them. The rules
were simple. Everyone had 10
overs and 2 wickets. The guy who
scored most runs would win a blue Pepsi and
a treat in a nearby hotel with money contributed
by others.
Being ‘Thalaiva’, I got a free ticket.
Bad news : My innings ended pretty fast.
Good news : I owned the courtyard of the hospital
ever since!
I didn’t feel anything back then, but now when
I imagine a patient coming to a hospital and
witnessing a bunch of people running around
with a bat and ball like it’s a playground, I think
that might have freaked him/her out :P.
To my childhood:
Being the son of a doctor couple is a boon (till
you pass the 10th grade) and it’s an icing on the cake
if they own a private hospital with living quarters
adjacent to it. Yes, my parents had a hospital (Fair
warning: nothing like you’d ever imagine!)
The building that formed the hospital was more
like a tunnel (Thanks to the engineering skills of
my Dad), providing a long straight route from the
entrance to our living room at the end. So practically,
we lived ‘within’ a hospital for 4 or 5 years after which
we shifted to the quarters upstairs. Trust me, living as
a kid in a hospital is kind of ‘cool’(will tell you why).
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First thing first. Being a doctor’s son is like being
‘Thalaiva’. Nurses are always gonna be at your
service. You wanna play? There are a bunch of
players 24 x 7. You’ll never run out of company)
To certain ‘rare’ moments in history -
#1 Cricket world cup 2003, Blue Pepsi tournament
#2 The Epic Entry
My entry to the school every day was kinda epic!
Imagine this scene.
My sister and I arrive by our vehicle, which has
a driver(of course) in slo-mo(of course). We park
in the ground (a bit stylishly, taking a U-turn). We
step out with our bags and looks wondrously at
the kids, teachers and parents, who look back at us
more ‘wondrously’. You might have figured it by
now that the trick is played not by me, my sister or
the driver. It’s the vehicle,indeed!
Guess what the vehicle is? Here is a clue- its name
is written backwards on the front (confused?).
Yup, an ambulance it is!
Edava (the place where I lived in) is a village with
potentially fewer emergency cases - that might be
why my father thought, “Hey, why can’t I use this