YES MADAM,PLENTY OF DESIGNS FOR YOU we got through the nighmare of every medico-1st year.. all were happy. I was no exception. Overwhelmed of becoming clinicians. We( PP and me) were posted with Dr. T P Antony sir where neatly polished shoes,tucked in shirts,lab coats-all were compulsory. Hence we began our remarkable journey. Obviously we didnt have shoes. And we reached the shop near paragon bar;š,oh yes-the geepco footwear-the most crowded once upon a time. A boy received us(in a max polite way a thrissurian can) and we were lead into the already jam packed showroom. As if the crowd was not enough,another guy came to show us the shoes. May be from our appearances and manners,he started with the lowest prices. And for my friend the crowd was not a problem-lack of oxygen was not even noticed. Every time a shoe was shown another one with a little bit more heel was demanded(tall is always a hit)& he would always inspect, palpate(wear it and tie the lace), percuss(gracefully walk a few steps assessing earths reaction to his new shoes) auscultation was substituted with mirror gazing-magnitude of elevation and self confidence that accessory was going to give him.. Thoroughly bored I stood to get some fresh air from the traffic out(it was evening when all college would be over and the beautiful ones would be adobing their home) Everything was smooth till an auto rickshaw halted just in front of shope-it was our biochem madam(gorgeous) and her mother. I felt like she was looking at me. Sure enough she was telling something to the older figure. I was elated. Proud.. She walked slowly,gracefully.. stopped where I was standing.. and smiled at me... A reel of imaginations were playing through my head. (Mone-manassil laddu potti) Then came the biggest blow.. She asked,WHERE IS THE SECTION FOR HEELS, I NEED ONE I was shocked. How come!! She didnt even recognise me!! The smart!! The studious!! I just did what the previous boy did-waved my hand in the direction of ladies section with a warm broad smile.[AVINJA CHIRI].. Just a few sec later I regained myself,and with a prayer(dear god,dont let PP see dis. I will be destroyed back at the hostel) I started searching for my friend. And to add insult to injury he was standing next to me laughing loudly showing his 32 teeth.. Later PP was negogited into not uttering a word of it to anyone else-though it cost me too much, dignity is priceless.. PS:-my reel of imaginations were just that madam was telling he used to be so studious. Though I used to answer only 1/10 questions,my tablemates performances were much poorer[@ Suhas P Nair no offence ]-I really thought she would recognise her recent student..
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 18:00:50 +0000
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