D: Why do you insist on asking too many questions?
M: Why do you get irritated when I am asking questions?
D: Because others don’t.
M: I am not others. Besides, I think it is my right to get a clarification.
D: You don’t trust me.
M: You came from Uzbekistan. Why would I ever trust you?
D: What in the world does that even mean?
M: I have my own doubts about someone who went all the way to Uzbekistan to become a doctor when there are lots and lots of prestigious institutions in India.
D: Your point being…
M: Anyone who had the talent and ability to become a doctor could have become one here… my point is that ambition simply does not apply here. I have problems with that.
D: Then why are you here?
M: I’m here because I am sick and my father thought of bringing me here because you are his friends’ daughter.
D: Okay.
M: I also saw your certificate on the wall… laminated.
D: It says that I got my degree from Uzbekistan.
M: Yeah. And, I do not think it is a good thing.
D: Do you even know where Uzbekistan is?
M: Of course I do. I have seen plenty of espionage films and most of them have Uzbekistan passed off as Soviet Union.
D: You are impossible.
M: I have heard that before.
D: So… if I am not mistaken, you are saying that you will not agree to me taking a look at you because I took my degree from a country which was part of former Soviet Union.
M: Not entirely right.
D: Then, what?
M: It has nothing to do with USSR. I think they were pretty cool unlike what the Americans say. Let’s discuss this cold war politics over dinner at that new restaurant tonight. What say you?
D: Huh… wait a minute? You don’t want me treating you but you are asking me out for dinner?
M: Kinda… yes!
D: That says a lot about you, Mr. Expert on USSR!
M: Exactly the kind of attitude that split USSR apart. You shouldn’t make an opinion about things you have no clue about.
D: Oh… you are gross!
M: Heard that too…
D: I have patients waiting outside.
M: I guess, I just have to assume that they don’t know what doctors do to patients in Uzbekistan!
D: By the way, I have passed the Indian Medical Association’s test. And, that makes me eligible to practice in India. You want to get your bum back here so that I can take a look…
M: At my bum? No… thanks.
D: I’ll have to take a look at your bum if you need an injection. And, you’ll need one if you stay away from medication for a long time. Get back here.
M: Alright.
D: Okay… I am giving you two tablets. I guess, they’ll do fine.
M: Mm.
D: Eat one after food tonight. The next one after breakfast tomorrow and that’ll bring your temperature down. You’ll be fine by tomorrow. You can go now.
M: Thanks. I’ll eat them.
D: Bring the first tablet with you tonight. I want to see if you are really gonna eat it after dinner.
M: Mm… what? That means…
D: The new restaurant. 7.00PM. Don’t be late. And, wear something thick… thicker than your already thick skin! You shouldn’t risk exposing to cold wind. Now, get lost.
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But where are 2 and 1?
I think it is somewhere in my blog. Way back in the archives I am afraid it is lost there.
Thanks Rashmi, for commenting.
Then, I will find it and read it
becuz I was anchored to it till the last word…so much
HA
Thanks Rashmi.
What imagination!
Haha I like it