I thought doctors are serious, introverted people who stick to their work day and night - blood, injections, death certificates. I was wrong. Many doctors have active blogs and wonderful friends’ circles. Some even take to politics. Fiery trade union leader Dr Datta Samant was so powerful, when I asked for an interview, he replied: “Meet me midnight, maybe I will be free.” I interviewed him surrounded by labourers.
The Mumbai dentist who fleeced me was active on stage. Once he was doing root canal while murmuring something. I was screaming with pain. He told me: “You create so much drama I will forget my lines for today’s drama.”
There’s this old doctor in Chennai who will rip the rich. But when it comes to poor he will melt. A poor relative of mine used this weakness. After getting the prescription, the uncle will shake his fingers through his torn shirt pocket. The doctor will smile and say “namaste.” The uncle will escape.
Interestingly, many of my dentist friends are dentist-couples. How is it? Do most dentists fall in love at college? Shucks, why female journalists never followed suit?
PS: Murphy is not leaving me. I had an offer to visit China. I was told I had to leave on Sept.24. On that date, my bitter-half, oh, better-half, is arriving in Dubai. So China, next time.
Hey buddies, read this joke on the Net.
A doc tells patient: “Sorry, you have little time to live.”
“10 what? Years, days?
“9,8…” continued the doctor.