I went to an ophthalmologist to have my eye checked up. He's famous in the city which can be gauged by his clients and his coming late to the clinic. In the mean time, his assistants perform some preliminary checkups and put few eye drops asking us not to open eyes till the doctor arrives.
I closed my eyes for half an hour and couldn’t continue any more.
“Please close your eyes sir” said the assistant.
“How long should I be like this” I asked him.
He took a torch light and came to me. He came and examined my eyes focusing a torch on them.
“You need to close your eyes for some more time sir” said the assistant and put the same eye drops again.
How long can I stay with my eyes closed, doing nothing? I couldn't even sleep as the drops were irritating. I don't even have someone to chat with. Every patient sitting in the hospital have their mom, dad, brother, husband, wife, friend or some one with them to discuss some thing and pass their time.
I was just thinking about my mom, dad and my friends. I felt like calling them to talk. All of a sudden my cell rang. It wasn't a call but a message. I read the SMS “Checkup ayipoyinda...” with my eyes half opened. I called him immediately and said the doctor hasn’t yet come. Then I gave a missed call to Govu. He called from his office phone and spoke for a long time.
Thank God, the doctor has finally arrived. I met the doctor. He asked me to get few tests (blood, sugar, bp…) done and bring reports the next day.
The next day I went with the reports. This time I went a bit late. By the time I was in, the assistant had already put eye drops into few patients’ eyes. I was asked to wait till the doctor arrives. I was just looking at the patients around me. Their struggle in keeping their eyes closed reminded me about the day before. It was really hard to keep our eyes closed for so long time.
I saw most of the aged people sitting calm and quiet with their eyes closed for long time. But, the kids were opening their eyes and closing them on warnings from their parents. I asked an old man how he could sit calm for so long time. He said he was just thinking about his past for most of the time. He was also praying God and was also thinking about his sweet grand daughter. I thought even the old lady sitting opposite to me might be doing the same.
“How long should I keep my eyes closed like this” kids started shouting at their parents.
“Till doctor comes” their parents said.
The kids weren't able to tolerate this, the same way I couldn't the day before. But the elder ones were calm and quiet. Meanwhile, the doctor has arrived.
He looked at the reports and said that every thing is normal with me. The only problem is that I have a minute eye correction of -0.25. He advised me to use anti-glare spectacles as I work in the IT industry.
I came out of the room…
“This is why I asked you not to play video games, but you never listen to what I say” a lady was shouting at her son “see, the doctor says that your eye sight deteriorated enormously...mmm...you don't eat green vegetables and eggs...Only God should help you”
It was funny to see the boy’s expression when he was telling “Mom, don’t tell this to dad…”
I left the place looking at the old people still closing their eyes. They are blessed to have sweet memories in their lives… I wish the same happens with me and you too… :-)
Monday, July 10, 2006
Sunday, July 02, 2006
It is all Fate…
Have you ever been to a Police Station? At 3.00 a.m. in the morning! I had to…
It was a night few months ago… Some one was knocking the door at 3.00 a.m. The noise woke me up and my room mates as well. I was hoping that someone opens the door. But no one did. Even they might be thinking the same way as I did… at last I went and opened the door. I was staring with half eye opened at the person standing before me. He was asking me some thing and I was just saying mmm… mmm… mmm… All my room mates came near the door. His voice sounded clear now. I could even see his face. He is one among those who stay in the ground floor of the building where I stay.
“How many times should I ask you…? Whose vehicle is AP 9 AX 8642?” the person shouted.
“It is mine...” I said.
The guy said... “Police needs the owner of the vehicle to be at down stairs immediately now” and he left the place.
I ran to the balcony and peeped down. I saw two police men surrounded by people of the basthi (colony). They were staring at the second floor and signaled me to come down. I ran into the room, wore shirt that came into my hand and reached ground floor. My room mates also followed me (including my brother). Police constable gave me a bottle filled with petrol and asked me to pour that in my two wheeler’s petrol tank.
“What is this?” I asked him.
“Petrol of your bike, which thief tried to steal” the constable replied “Pour it in your bike and follow us to the station and give a complaint so that we can take the proper action”
I never been to police station which is one of the places I never wanted to go. It was my fate to be at station in such an odd time. I rode to the SR Nagar Police Station along with my room mate. I was accompanied by the two police men to the station. I parked my vehicle in the parking area which is before the station.
“What happened?” asked the constable sitting at the main gate.
“Petrol chori case” said the police person who accompanied us.
“Oh!! These people... mmm” said the person staring at us.
“NO… it was not us… it was from our vehicles” I said.
Our drowsy faces and the dressing would have made him to think so. We both entered the station and the inspector took a book (I thing it’s a complaint book) and asked the details. I gave my details and left the place immediately.
My neighbor explained the steal process. The thief bought few ThumsUp bottles which has a flower like base. He pulled out the petrol pipe and kept it inside the bottle and rested it on the gear rod. He leaves the place for a puff and comes back after a fixed amount of time by then the bottle will be filled. He takes another bottle, moves to some other bike and continues the same process till all the bottles are filled. He places all these bottles in the Bajaj scooter dickey and then gets vanished. But for this time, he was caught by our neighbors (bachelors) who were returning from their night shift.
Nothing happened from the police side… petrol chori went on and on… I fixed it with a petrol lock for my bike.
It was a night few months ago… Some one was knocking the door at 3.00 a.m. The noise woke me up and my room mates as well. I was hoping that someone opens the door. But no one did. Even they might be thinking the same way as I did… at last I went and opened the door. I was staring with half eye opened at the person standing before me. He was asking me some thing and I was just saying mmm… mmm… mmm… All my room mates came near the door. His voice sounded clear now. I could even see his face. He is one among those who stay in the ground floor of the building where I stay.
“How many times should I ask you…? Whose vehicle is AP 9 AX 8642?” the person shouted.
“It is mine...” I said.
The guy said... “Police needs the owner of the vehicle to be at down stairs immediately now” and he left the place.
I ran to the balcony and peeped down. I saw two police men surrounded by people of the basthi (colony). They were staring at the second floor and signaled me to come down. I ran into the room, wore shirt that came into my hand and reached ground floor. My room mates also followed me (including my brother). Police constable gave me a bottle filled with petrol and asked me to pour that in my two wheeler’s petrol tank.
“What is this?” I asked him.
“Petrol of your bike, which thief tried to steal” the constable replied “Pour it in your bike and follow us to the station and give a complaint so that we can take the proper action”
I never been to police station which is one of the places I never wanted to go. It was my fate to be at station in such an odd time. I rode to the SR Nagar Police Station along with my room mate. I was accompanied by the two police men to the station. I parked my vehicle in the parking area which is before the station.
“What happened?” asked the constable sitting at the main gate.
“Petrol chori case” said the police person who accompanied us.
“Oh!! These people... mmm” said the person staring at us.
“NO… it was not us… it was from our vehicles” I said.
Our drowsy faces and the dressing would have made him to think so. We both entered the station and the inspector took a book (I thing it’s a complaint book) and asked the details. I gave my details and left the place immediately.
My neighbor explained the steal process. The thief bought few ThumsUp bottles which has a flower like base. He pulled out the petrol pipe and kept it inside the bottle and rested it on the gear rod. He leaves the place for a puff and comes back after a fixed amount of time by then the bottle will be filled. He takes another bottle, moves to some other bike and continues the same process till all the bottles are filled. He places all these bottles in the Bajaj scooter dickey and then gets vanished. But for this time, he was caught by our neighbors (bachelors) who were returning from their night shift.
Nothing happened from the police side… petrol chori went on and on… I fixed it with a petrol lock for my bike.
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