Showing posts with label Masala Dosa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Masala Dosa. Show all posts

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Killing With Kindness



Killing With Kindness



I am sorry to say this Mr.So-and-so but i think your wife wants to kill you. Nothing else explains what you just told me.

But doctor I don’t understand, why should she?

How would i know? Have you recently insured yourself for a large amount?

No doctor, nothing like that.

So does she hate you for any reason at all? Have you had an affair with anyone? Like her sister for instance?

No doctor, that is not my weakness at all. I don’t go much for women.

Yes i understand from what you told me that eating well is your weakness (even if you just stuff food inside you mindlessly). So can you think of any reason, any reason at all, that your wife wants you dead?

No doctor I can’t think of a single reason why she wants me to die. But are you sure that I will die if I continue like this?

I am damn sure of it... there can be no other possible explanation to it based on what you yourself told me. Well let me summarize the facts for you again and let’s see if i got it correctly.

You are already overweight and obese and have no time to exercise. But every day  when you sit down to dinner and your wife makes Dosas for you, you don’t know the number of Dosas you eat, you don’t bother to count them but you keep eating as many of them as your wife keeps putting on your plate- which she does continuously telling you that you need your strength.

And if by a miraculous attack of conscience halfway through you get up and refuse to eat anymore- telling her the doctor advised you to control your diet, then your wife fights with you or bursts into tears and forces you to eat all the dosas she has made, right?

That means there is only possible answer- your wife wants to stuff you enough to make sure you get diabetes, kidney failure, hypertension, cholesterol, heart attack and die pretty soon- that is why she keeps giving you hot, hot dosas straight from the stove, what else can explain her behavior and your over eating?

Any other explanations people?


Thursday, April 4, 2013

Google That, You *&$&…



Google That, You *&$&…


Disclaimer: This is a transcript of an imaginary days occurrence in a doctors consult, with imaginary patients and imaginary dialogues and no way breaching the physician-patient confidentiality clause, because it’s all imaginary, you know?

An 8 year old kid walks in for a consult along with his parents. The parents seat themselves opposite and start talking but the kid keeps quiet and continues playing temple run on an i-pad

Me (looking at the kid): Yo, wasssup?

Kids Dad (hereafter known as KD): My son has a bilateral headache of the temporal region (and looks challengingly at me).

KM (or kids mom): For the past one week (and looks severely at hubby in a come home and i will box your ears for you look- for missing out on that important nugget of information).

Me : uh? Bilateral Temporal? ( big, big words, either he has a bigger vocabulary than mine or else ladies and gentlemen, fasten your seatbelt, we have here a search specialist/google warrior, let the games begin and let the best man win)



KD: We took him to a neurosurgeon and he ordered a brain MRI....

Me : (nodding head wisely like Yoda in Star Wars) Yes? And what did the results show? (ordered uh? what else did he order? by the way I wish that I too could order one special masala dosa and a rosemilk, I am hungry and this looks like it’s going to be long battle)

KM: He said it was fine; there was nothing in the brain.

Me : (stifling laughter) Of course, if the MRI says alls fine, then i dont see why you are worried.

KD : But he keeps complaining of headaches everyday when he returns from school

Me: (funny, but I used to complain the exact opposite- school was a big headache for me and not home, but with parents like these, hmmm) So sonny, show me where exactly you are getting headaches

Kid: (glances up at me disinterestedly from temple run and looks back down again to see where the guy was running away from the chasing apes)

KD: (putting his hand on the boy’s forehead right above the eyebrows in the supra-orbital region) Right here in the temporal region.

Me:  Ok, does he complain of anything else? Double vision? Vomiting?

KM: No, nothing like that

KD: But he has nasal congestion- you know? Sinusitis? He has also pharyngitis and keeps coughing.

Me : (nodding head again in a slow I hear and acknowledge gesture) yeah, sinusitis? pharyngitis? (To myself- so this is a who knows the bigger words, who is the more bad-ass contest, uh?)

Me : Ok, he is where? In the 8th standard?

KD: Yes, he is quite tall for his age

Me : (absentmindedly scribbling doodles on my prescription pad of girls with boobs) And where do you sit in class, in the front or the back row?

KM: Not in the front, although we keep asking the teacher, she puts him in the back row because he is so tall for his age.

KD: So what shall we do doc?

Me: (smiling enigmatically) You tell me.

KD and KM: Uh?

Me:  I mean, ever since you came in you have told me everything else, so why stop now? Tell me what drugs I should prescribe and I will write them down for you too under my own signature, absolutely no problem

KD: Look doc..

Me: Sir....I know you are an expert software engineer and to be well prepared you have been on Google search and read up everything about your sons symptoms like a conscientious parent should do. For your information, I too read the same google every day for an hour or so to stay abreast of what you read. We have probably read the same articles too- both of us and i think i remember them better than you too, what with my having a photographic memory and all- I can quote you line and word from any of those articles you name. But the thing is, what google says and what we actually see may not coincide at all- what you have absorbed is an information overload and quite useless practically. No, let me finish madam. All this time you have been giving me a lot of extraneous information, not pertaining to your son’s chief complaint- which is a headache when he returns from school after studying. Now I suggest that we worry only about that for the time being and forget his sinusitis and pharyngitis and everything else. If you go outside this room, two doors beyond on the left there is an ophthalmologist, i will call him and inform him you are coming. Now go get your sons eyes checked first and come back here, I will be waiting for you.



Half- an-hour later - enter KD and KM with Kid in tow: Doc, the eye doctor says he needs glasses, he suffers from short vision and that’s why he is getting headaches at school.

Me: (smiling enigmatically) Of course, as I suspected. Please ask the teacher to move him either to the middle or the front row till he gets the new glasses that will prevent the daily headaches from straining to see the blackboard.

KD, KM, Kid: uh, thanks Doc, fees?

Me: Outside, at the reception counter. (Calling receptionist- bill a G2 consult- code for a heftier than usual consult fee for special categories and time wasters)

And Me: (Standing up after they close the door and pumping fists) So who's your Daddy?



Friday, July 25, 2008

Oru Sada Dosai Masala Dosai Agiratu- To paraphrase - A Plain Jack turns into Jack the Giant killer

Wow, what a lengthy title for a blog- but its been a long time and you just have to bear with me. To come back to the matter at hand- my last post was about my weight loss methods. I am happy to treport that not only have they worked out better than expected - I am actually finally turning from the "Ugly Duckling" to the "Golden Goose". Ok, Maybe thats a bit of an exaggertion. But what happened is this. All the hard work at the Gym is finally paying off .

Last evening, I happened to run into an old acquaintance - shall we call her S- who i used to date in the bad old days of early 2000's - specifically 2004. She was , to put it mildly astounded and hang mouthed by my new body- she literally couldn't recognize the "New Me" - And I swear I'm not exaggerating. She (Drooling from one corner of the mouth) Told me she wouldn't have recognized me, would have simply passed me by- if I hadn't made the first move by stopping her for old Reminices. And this from a girl who after having eaten three large-sized Popcorns (bought by me) at the premiere of Spiderman (the Original-part 1, circa 2004, - noon show @ Satyam Theatre) had dropped me the next week for a A****. And now she was clearly lusting for me again- And to top it all - all that free food smooched out of various dudes had finally had its effect on her- she had a posterior extending 3-feet away- something resembling the hanging gardens of Babylon. The Wheel - Gentleman and Ladies- Had turned full circle- Now I was the home-coming Queen at the Prom- while she was an also-ran. After a short talk, she had an unusual request for me- she had an enemy at her new office - a colleague who was a bit of a hit with the boys- and she wanted me take down this femme-fatale for her. S. was willing to provide all the dope- all the obvoius pressure points to work on her friend turned competitor for me to have an easygo in the matter. I Respectfully Declined. I'm already having too much fun - hunting down all my old girlfriends to show them what they missed - "the New ME".

And as for a final thought - I'd like to a share a home-truth. For those who say getting a make-over from Fat To Thin- can be a life-altering experience- I beg to differ. Nothing has really changed in my life - except maybe a few of the ladies checking me out discreetly at the Gym- that might be due to pure envy (or to confirm whether its the same guy they saw 6 months back). Life goes on at the same even speed- or maybe its just me- I was cool enough to begin with- you can't make me any cooler...It's Attitude, Dude. Right?