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Ha ha ha! Kishore, I don't know whether to agree or disagree with you, but

I surely enjoyed reading it all :-D

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> **

>

>

> I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those

> who

> voluntarily become doctors.

>

> Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you

> could

> get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and

> you

> would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could

> have

> earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund,

> minus

> the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes

> too!

> And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> specialist!

>

> What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a

> patient

> who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is

> satisfaction,

> then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are

> you

> living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than one”.

> Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we

> are

> talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

> people, to coin a new word?

>

> The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car

> with

> the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

> to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.” As the moon slips

> into

> sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

> your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed

> from

> the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> radiating deposits!” REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You

> draw

> yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate

> operation

> of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

> operations more often.

>

> If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and

> shares,

> you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably

> guilty

> about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could

> be

> the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of

> agreeing

> with each other as and Advani.

>

> The conversation could go something like this:

>

> “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> virals.”

>

> “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.”

>

> “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.”

>

> “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.”

>

> “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?”

>

> “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

> free dinner today, you had better think again!”

>

> So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

> Head – ACHE!

>

> There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

> the

> grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes

> of

> labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> stupid, daddy!

>

> In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even

> a

> simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> younger days.

>

> “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> “Er! Nice, of course, …….”

>

> “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after

> that

> curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?”

>

> “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.”

>

> “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!”

>

> Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people

> used

> to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!”

>

> “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!”

>

> Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make

> head

> or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful

> follies;

> someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> ******-

> And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> them!

>

> Kishore Shah

>

> 1974

>

>

>

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Dear Dr. KS

 

Great write-up; I wonder if our friend Dr. Ashok Sinha had ever imagined that

his mail wud goad U into writing such a superb essay.

I am a lot relieved!! I may be anything, BUT not super-idiotest.(Actually my

kids were quite keen on becoming idiots themselves=they wanted to be doctors. I

was, however, a little doubtful. Then I got their aptitude checked, and the

report was that they shud NOT  go into medical sciences, becoz they will not be

happy there. I had an ear-to-ear grin.The career counsellor was taking the

responsibility of NOT sending the kids to medical stream = what cud be better

than this. So my kids went to some other streams suggested by the counsellor.

AND THEY ARE HAPPY THERE).

 

Diwakar'76

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To: mgims

Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012 10:03 AM

Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

voluntarily become doctors.

Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

specialist!

What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

people, to coin a new word?

The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips into

sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

operations more often.

If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

with each other as and Advani.

The conversation could go something like this:

“Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

virals.â€

“How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

“But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

“You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

“And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

“I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

Head – ACHE!

There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit the

grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

stupid, daddy!

In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

younger days.

“Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

“Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

“Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

“Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

“Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

“Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

key to a happy and comfortable married life.

******-

And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

them!

Kishore Shah

1974

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Another great one Kishore Sir

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Dear Dr. KS

 

Great write-up; I wonder if our friend Dr. Ashok Sinha had ever imagined that

his mail wud goad U into writing such a superb essay.

I am a lot relieved!! I may be anything, BUT not super-idiotest.(Actually my

kids were quite keen on becoming idiots themselves=they wanted to be doctors. I

was, however, a little doubtful. Then I got their aptitude checked, and the

report was that they shud NOT  go into medical sciences, becoz they will not be

happy there. I had an ear-to-ear grin.The career counsellor was taking the

responsibility of NOT sending the kids to medical stream = what cud be better

than this. So my kids went to some other streams suggested by the counsellor.

AND THEY ARE HAPPY THERE).

 

Diwakar'76

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From: Shah

To: mgims

Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012 10:03 AM

Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

voluntarily become doctors.

Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

specialist!

What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

people, to coin a new word?

The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips into

sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

operations more often.

If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

with each other as and Advani.

The conversation could go something like this:

“Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

virals.â€

“How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

“But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

“You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

“And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

“I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

Head – ACHE!

There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit the

grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

stupid, daddy!

In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

younger days.

“Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

“Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

“Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

“Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

“Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

“Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

key to a happy and comfortable married life.

******-

And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

them!

Kishore Shah

1974

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I am just an idiot.

 

Bharat

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To: mgims

Sent: Wednesday, 25 July 2012 9:33 PM

Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

voluntarily become doctors.

Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

specialist!

What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

people, to coin a new word?

The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips into

sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

operations more often.

If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

with each other as and Advani.

The conversation could go something like this:

“Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

virals.â€

“How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

“But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

“You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

“And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

“I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

Head – ACHE!

There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit the

grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

stupid, daddy!

In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

younger days.

“Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

“Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

“Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

“Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

“Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

“Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

key to a happy and comfortable married life.

******-

And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

them!

Kishore Shah

1974

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I think in this group of ours i.e. mgims have many idiots,

idioter and idiotests like you and me, but what to call those children of

idioters who want to follow the same path?

 

Dr.Dilip J Raichura

9324351494

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To: mgims

Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012 10:03 AM

Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

voluntarily become doctors.

Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

specialist!

What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

people, to coin a new word?

The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips into

sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

operations more often.

If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

with each other as and Advani.

The conversation could go something like this:

“Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

virals.â€

“How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

“But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

“You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

“And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

“I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

Head – ACHE!

There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit the

grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

stupid, daddy!

In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

younger days.

“Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

“Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

“Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

“Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

“Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

“Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

key to a happy and comfortable married life.

******-

And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

them!

Kishore Shah

1974

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They will find a better name for themselves and their likes... We need not

worry :-P

Ravin '82

> **

>

>

> I think in this group of ours i.e. mgims have many

> idiots, idioter and idiotests like you and me, but what to call those

> children of idioters who want to follow the same path?

>

>

> Dr.Dilip J Raichura

> 9324351494

>

> ________________________________

>

> To: mgims

> Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012 10:03 AM

> Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

>

>

> I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those

> who

> voluntarily become doctors.

>

> Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you

> could

> get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and

> you

> would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could

> have

> earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund,

> minus

> the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes

> too!

> And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> specialist!

>

> What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a

> patient

> who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is

> satisfaction,

> then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are

> you

> living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than one”.

> Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we

> are

> talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

> people, to coin a new word?

>

> The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car

> with

> the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

> to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.” As the moon slips

> into

> sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

> your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed

> from

> the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> radiating deposits!” REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You

> draw

> yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate

> operation

> of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

> operations more often.

>

> If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and

> shares,

> you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably

> guilty

> about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could

> be

> the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of

> agreeing

> with each other as and Advani.

>

> The conversation could go something like this:

>

> “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> virals.”

>

> “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.”

>

> “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.”

>

> “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.”

>

> “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?”

>

> “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

> free dinner today, you had better think again!”

>

> So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

> Head – ACHE!

>

> There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

> the

> grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes

> of

> labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> stupid, daddy!

>

> In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even

> a

> simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> younger days.

>

> “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> “Er! Nice, of course, …….”

>

> “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after

> that

> curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?”

>

> “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.”

>

> “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!”

>

> Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people

> used

> to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!”

>

> “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!”

>

> Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make

> head

> or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful

> follies;

> someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> ******-

> And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> them!

>

> Kishore Shah

>

> 1974

>

>

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Hilarious essay Kishore da................ couldn't stop smiling and

grinning............and making Zafar Suspicious of what I was

doing............lol

regards

aasa

surely an idiot but thank god have been saved from becoming a idioter or

idiotest..............hmmm

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To: mgims

Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012 8:33 AM

Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

voluntarily become doctors.

Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

specialist!

What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

people, to coin a new word?

The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips into

sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

operations more often.

If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

with each other as and Advani.

The conversation could go something like this:

“Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

virals.â€

“How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

“But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

“You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

“And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

“I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

Head – ACHE!

There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit the

grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

stupid, daddy!

In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

younger days.

“Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

“Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

“Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

“Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

“Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

“Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

key to a happy and comfortable married life.

******-

And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

them!

Kishore Shah

1974

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Dear Kishore,

 

I guess there is an even higher level than the one you have proposed: doctors

married to each other who not only do not discourage their children from

following the same profession but also send them to the same medical

college! You can imagine the conversation between our teachers and progeny ( " Oh

yes, I remember your father well; all he did was direct plays or act in them or

sometimes both together a.k.a. playacting, mostly when he pretended to be ill

to avoid exams! " or " Well I hope you don't end up marrying your second choice,

like your father, because your first choice rejected you " or  " Really, you say

both your parents were alumni here? Well I don't remember them at all. They

probably bunked all my lectures and went to the cinema " and so on and so

forth...). 

 

Regards

 

Amulya'82      

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Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012, 5:33

Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

voluntarily become doctors.

Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

specialist!

What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

people, to coin a new word?

The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips into

sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

operations more often.

If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

with each other as and Advani.

The conversation could go something like this:

“Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

virals.â€

“How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

“But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

“You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

“And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

“I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

Head – ACHE!

There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit the

grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

stupid, daddy!

In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

younger days.

“Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

“Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

“Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

“Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

“Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

“Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

key to a happy and comfortable married life.

******-

And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

them!

Kishore Shah

1974

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Really nice write up. This reminds me of our college days when we had this

debate whether a doctor should marry a doctor or not. It was held in old

building of MGIMS.

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Hey Kishoreda,

Consider us exception to the rule.

Very happy that I married my classmate. Knowing each other from such a young age

has fostered great understanding. My spouse's expectations are more realistic

and she is more forgiving. When I am late from work she is more understanding

that it is the nature of the profession.

It has not been a cake walk for both of us, as it becomes more lengthy and

challenging when you come to the US.

Letting your wife hold the purse strings makes life much easier ( but she has to

be the smarter one financially ).

Somehow the love for this profession and the joy of being a doctor has remained

intact inspite of all the hurdles.

Obviously we want both our kids to join the medical profession ( my wife

vehemently).

I think one of the best decisions of my life was marrying my sweetheart ,

Renuka. May be that's why life and career have been satisfying and rewarding.

Lastly I have to thank GOD for everything.

Sorry for toeing another line and boring you guys.

Ashok 1984

Sent from my iPad

> I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

> voluntarily become doctors.

>

> Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

> get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

> would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

> earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

> the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

> And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> specialist!

>

> What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

> who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

> then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

> living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

> Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

> talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

> people, to coin a new word?

>

> The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

> the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

> to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

> sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

> your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

> the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

> yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

> of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

> operations more often.

>

> If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

> you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

> about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

> the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

> with each other as and Advani.

>

> The conversation could go something like this:

>

> “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> virals.â€

>

> “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

>

> “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

>

> “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

>

> “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

>

> “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

> free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

>

> So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

> Head – ACHE!

>

> There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

> grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

> labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> stupid, daddy!

>

> In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

> simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> younger days.

>

> “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

>

> “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

> curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

>

> “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

>

> “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

>

> Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

> to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

>

> “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

>

> Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

> or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

> someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> ******-

> And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> them!

>

> Kishore Shah

>

> 1974

>

>

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Ha, ha Kishoreda we belong to your club.....but this is a classic peice.... only

you can come up with such a aflatoon write up.....enjoyed it a lot...kudos to

you.

 

Renuka '84

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Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

Dear Kishore,

 

I guess there is an even higher level than the one you have proposed: doctors

married to each other who not only do not discourage their children from

following the same profession but also send them to the same medical

college! You can imagine the conversation between our teachers and progeny ( " Oh

yes, I remember your father well; all he did was direct plays or act in them or

sometimes both together a.k.a. playacting, mostly when he pretended to be ill

to avoid exams! " or " Well I hope you don't end up marrying your second choice,

like your father, because your first choice rejected you " or  " Really, you say

both your parents were alumni here? Well I don't remember them at all. They

probably bunked all my lectures and went to the cinema " and so on and so

forth...). 

 

Regards

 

Amulya'82      

From: Shah <mailto:kshahsky%40gmail.com>

To: mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com

Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012, 5:33

Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

voluntarily become doctors.

Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

specialist!

What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

people, to coin a new word?

The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips into

sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

operations more often.

If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

with each other as and Advani.

The conversation could go something like this:

“Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

virals.â€

“How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

“But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

“You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

“And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

“I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

Head – ACHE!

There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit the

grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

stupid, daddy!

In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

younger days.

“Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

“Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

“Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

“Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

“Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

“Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

key to a happy and comfortable married life.

******-

And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

them!

Kishore Shah

1974

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Arrey Ashok Sir..............its beautiful what you have written.........I

second it totally...........I guess it all has to do with meeting a partner who

makes it worthwhile and understands..........doctor or no doctor.......... and

love of the profession makes you drive in harder..........

regards

aasawari91

choosing a friend for a husband was the best thing I could have

done............. fortunately can surely fight squarely...........

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Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012 6:28 PM

Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

Hey Kishoreda,

Consider us exception to the rule.

Very happy that I married my classmate. Knowing each other from such a young age

has fostered great understanding. My spouse's expectations are more realistic

and she is more forgiving. When I am late from work she is more understanding

that it is the nature of the profession.

It has not been a cake walk for both of us, as it becomes more lengthy and

challenging when you come to the US.

Letting your wife hold the purse strings makes life much easier ( but she has to

be the smarter one financially ).

Somehow the love for this profession and the joy of being a doctor has remained

intact inspite of all the hurdles.

Obviously we want both our kids to join the medical profession ( my wife

vehemently).

I think one of the best decisions of my life was marrying my sweetheart ,

Renuka. May be that's why life and career have been satisfying and rewarding.

Lastly I have to thank GOD for everything.

Sorry for toeing another line and boring you guys.

Ashok 1984

Sent from my iPad

> I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

> voluntarily become doctors.

>

> Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

> get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

> would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

> earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

> the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

> And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> specialist!

>

> What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

> who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

> then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

> living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

> Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

> talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

> people, to coin a new word?

>

> The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

> the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

> to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

> sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

> your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

> the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

> yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

> of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

> operations more often.

>

> If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

> you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

> about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

> the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

> with each other as and Advani.

>

> The conversation could go something like this:

>

> “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> virals.â€

>

> “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

>

> “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

>

> “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

>

> “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

>

> “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

> free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

>

> So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

> Head – ACHE!

>

> There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

> grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

> labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> stupid, daddy!

>

> In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

> simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> younger days.

>

> “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

>

> “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

> curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

>

> “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

>

> “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

>

> Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

> to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

>

> “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

>

> Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

> or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

> someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> ******-

> And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> them!

>

> Kishore Shah

>

> 1974

>

>

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Ashok 1984

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> Arrey Ashok Sir..............its beautiful what you have written.........I

second it totally...........I guess it all has to do with meeting a partner who

makes it worthwhile and understands..........doctor or no doctor.......... and

love of the profession makes you drive in harder..........

>

> regards

> aasawari91

> choosing a friend for a husband was the best thing I could have

done............. fortunately can surely fight squarely...........

>

> ________________________________

>

> To: " mgims " <mgims >

> Sent: Thursday, 26 July 2012 6:28 PM

> Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

>

>

> Hey Kishoreda,

>

> Consider us exception to the rule.

>

> Very happy that I married my classmate. Knowing each other from such a young

age has fostered great understanding. My spouse's expectations are more

realistic and she is more forgiving. When I am late from work she is more

understanding that it is the nature of the profession.

>

> It has not been a cake walk for both of us, as it becomes more lengthy and

challenging when you come to the US.

>

> Letting your wife hold the purse strings makes life much easier ( but she has

to be the smarter one financially ).

>

> Somehow the love for this profession and the joy of being a doctor has

remained intact inspite of all the hurdles.

>

> Obviously we want both our kids to join the medical profession ( my wife

vehemently).

>

> I think one of the best decisions of my life was marrying my sweetheart ,

Renuka. May be that's why life and career have been satisfying and rewarding.

>

> Lastly I have to thank GOD for everything.

>

> Sorry for toeing another line and boring you guys.

>

> Ashok 1984

>

> Sent from my iPad

>

>

>

> > I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

> >

> > IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

> >

> > Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

> > voluntarily become doctors.

> >

> > Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> > because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> > idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> > books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

> > get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> > get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> > You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

> > would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

> > earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

> > the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

> > And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> > specialist!

> >

> > What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

> > who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

> > then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

> >

> > How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

> > living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> > down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> > respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

> >

> > But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> > are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

> > Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

> > talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the

‘Idioter’

> > people, to coin a new word?

> >

> > The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> > someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> > pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> > who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> > forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> > confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> > metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

> >

> > You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

> > the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want

her

> > to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> > voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

> > sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

> > your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

> > the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> > radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

> >

> > Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

> > yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> > minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> > of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

> >

> > On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> > to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

> > of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> > are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> > ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

> > operations more often.

> >

> > If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

> > you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> > abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably

guilty

> > about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> > avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> > fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> > words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

> >

> > Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> > can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

> > the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

> > with each other as and Advani.

> >

> > The conversation could go something like this:

> >

> > “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> > virals.â€

> >

> > “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

> >

> > “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

> >

> > “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

> >

> > “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

> >

> > “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

> > free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

> >

> > So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> > ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of

one

> > Head – ACHE!

> >

> > There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> > ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

> > grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> > of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

> >

> > This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> > when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> > By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

> > labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> > stupid, daddy!

> >

> > In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

> > simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> > younger days.

> >

> > “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

> >

> > “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

> >

> > “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after

that

> > curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

> >

> > “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

> >

> > “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

> >

> > Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people

used

> > to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

> >

> > “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> > chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> > about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

> >

> > Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

> > or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful

follies;

> > someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> > key to a happy and comfortable married life.

> >

> > ******-

> > And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> > doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> > voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> > them!

> >

> > Kishore Shah

> >

> > 1974

> >

> >

>

>

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Very well written, as usual, dear Kishore.

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Subject: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

voluntarily become doctors.

Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

specialist!

What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

people, to coin a new word?

The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips into

sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

operations more often.

If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

with each other as and Advani.

The conversation could go something like this:

“Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

virals.â€

“How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

“But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

“You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

“And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

“I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

Head – ACHE!

There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit the

grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

stupid, daddy!

In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

younger days.

“Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

“Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

“Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

“Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

“Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

“Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

key to a happy and comfortable married life.

******-

And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

them!

Kishore Shah

1974

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Very well said Ashok. Sanjeev84

> I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

> voluntarily become doctors.

>

> Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

> get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

> would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

> earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

> the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

> And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> specialist!

>

> What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

> who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

> then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

> living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

> Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

> talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

> people, to coin a new word?

>

> The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

> the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

> to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

> sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

> your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

> the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

> yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

> of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

> operations more often.

>

> If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

> you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

> about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

> the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

> with each other as and Advani.

>

> The conversation could go something like this:

>

> “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> virals.â€

>

> “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

>

> “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

>

> “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

>

> “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

>

> “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

> free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

>

> So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

> Head – ACHE!

>

> There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

> grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

> labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> stupid, daddy!

>

> In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

> simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> younger days.

>

> “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

>

> “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

> curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

>

> “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

>

> “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

>

> Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

> to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

>

> “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

>

> Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

> or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

> someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> ******-

> And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> them!

>

> Kishore Shah

>

> 1974

>

>

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Good one Kishoreda. Ashok nice to know you are still in love J

Marrying doctors has its benefits about understanding long days, on calls,

inability to keep social appointments but also the downside of discussing

medicine at home which can get boring. Also restricts your social cirle to more

doctors.

Malini

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Bhaskar

Sent: 26 July 2012 15:29

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Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Hey Kishoreda,

Consider us exception to the rule.

Very happy that I married my classmate. Knowing each other from such a young age

has fostered great understanding. My spouse's expectations are more realistic

and she is more forgiving. When I am late from work she is more understanding

that it is the nature of the profession.

It has not been a cake walk for both of us, as it becomes more lengthy and

challenging when you come to the US.

Letting your wife hold the purse strings makes life much easier ( but she has to

be the smarter one financially ).

Somehow the love for this profession and the joy of being a doctor has remained

intact inspite of all the hurdles.

Obviously we want both our kids to join the medical profession ( my wife

vehemently).

I think one of the best decisions of my life was marrying my sweetheart ,

Renuka. May be that's why life and career have been satisfying and rewarding.

Lastly I have to thank GOD for everything.

Sorry for toeing another line and boring you guys.

Ashok 1984

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On Jul 25, 2012, at 11:33 PM, " Shah " <kshahsky@...

<mailto:kshahsky%40gmail.com> > wrote:

> I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

> voluntarily become doctors.

>

> Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

> get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

> would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

> earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

> the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

> And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> specialist!

>

> What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

> who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

> then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

> living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

> Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

> talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

> people, to coin a new word?

>

> The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

> the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

> to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

> sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

> your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

> the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

> yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

> of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

> operations more often.

>

> If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

> you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

> about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

> the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

> with each other as and Advani.

>

> The conversation could go something like this:

>

> “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> virals.â€

>

> “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

>

> “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

>

> “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

>

> “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

>

> “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

> free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

>

> So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

> Head – ACHE!

>

> There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

> grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

> labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> stupid, daddy!

>

> In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

> simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> younger days.

>

> “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

>

> “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

> curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

>

> “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

>

> “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

>

> Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

> to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

>

> “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

>

> Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

> or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

> someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> ******-

> And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> them!

>

> Kishore Shah

>

> 1974

>

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Thanks Sanjeev.

I am sure you and Surekha share the same feelings.

And then there is all the memories you share of your college days.

And you can continue to vent out your angst against some ( not healthy though)

and reminisce fondly about some.

My wife differs in one aspect. She says it is smarter to marry an older dude as

he will be more mature.

Selfishly I have benefited marrying a gal of my own age because as I look back

it has been fun growing together.

Lastly we both are active in this beautiful yahoo group with our discussions

continuing even when we are offline.

Thanks Kishoreda and Ravin for keeping the show going on !!

Ashok 1984

________________________________

To: mgims

Sent: Sunday, July 29, 2012 9:40 AM

Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

Very well said Ashok. Sanjeev84

> I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

> voluntarily become doctors.

>

> Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

> get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

> would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

> earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

> the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

> And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> specialist!

>

> What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

> who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

> then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

> living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

> Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

> talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the ‘Idioter’

> people, to coin a new word?

>

> The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

> the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want her

> to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

> sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

> your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

> the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

> yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

> of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

> operations more often.

>

> If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

> you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably guilty

> about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

> the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

> with each other as and Advani.

>

> The conversation could go something like this:

>

> “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> virals.â€

>

> “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

>

> “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

>

> “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

>

> “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

>

> “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

> free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

>

> So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of one

> Head – ACHE!

>

> There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

> grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

> labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> stupid, daddy!

>

> In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

> simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> younger days.

>

> “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

>

> “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after that

> curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

>

> “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

>

> “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

>

> Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people used

> to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

>

> “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

>

> Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

> or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful follies;

> someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> ******-

> And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> them!

>

> Kishore Shah

>

> 1974

>

>

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Thanks Amulya ;-)

Ashok 1984

How are the Olympics affecting daily life ?

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> Isn't Renuka satisfied with your distinguished-looking grey hair? In any case,

older doesn't always mean more mature.

>

> Regards

>

> Amulya

>

> ----- Forwarded Message -----

>

> To: " mgims " <mgims >

> Sent: Sunday, 29 July 2012, 18:59

> Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Thanks Sanjeev.

>

> I am sure you and Surekha share the same feelings.

>

> And then there is all the memories you share of your college days.

>

> And you can continue to vent out your angst against some ( not healthy though)

and reminisce fondly about some.

>

> My wife differs in one aspect. She says it is smarter to marry an older dude

as he will be more mature.

>

> Selfishly I have benefited marrying a gal of my own age because as I look back

it has been fun growing together.

>

> Lastly we both are active in this beautiful yahoo group with our discussions

continuing even when we are offline.

>

> Thanks Kishoreda and Ravin for keeping the show going on !!

>

> Ashok 1984

>

> ________________________________

> From: sanjeev kishore <mailto:sanjeevkishore4u%40yahoo.com>

> To: mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com

> Sent: Sunday, July 29, 2012 9:40 AM

> Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

>

>

> Very well said Ashok. Sanjeev84

>

>

>

> > I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> >

>

> > IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> >

>

> > Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

>

> > voluntarily become doctors.

>

> >

>

> > Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

>

> > because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

>

> > idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

>

> > books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

>

> > get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

>

> > get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

>

> > You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

>

> > would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

>

> > earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

>

> > the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

>

> > And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

>

> > specialist!

>

> >

>

> > What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

>

> > who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

>

> > then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> >

>

> > How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

>

> > living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

>

> > down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

>

> > respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> >

>

> > But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

>

> > are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

>

> > Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

>

> > talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the

‘Idioter’

>

> > people, to coin a new word?

>

> >

>

> > The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

>

> > someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

>

> > pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

>

> > who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

>

> > forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

>

> > confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

>

> > metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> >

>

> > You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

>

> > the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want

her

>

> > to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

>

> > voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

>

> > sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

>

> > your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

>

> > the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

>

> > radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> >

>

> > Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

>

> > yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

>

> > minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

>

> > of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> >

>

> > On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

>

> > to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

>

> > of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

>

> > are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

>

> > ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

>

> > operations more often.

>

> >

>

> > If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

>

> > you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

>

> > abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably

guilty

>

> > about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

>

> > avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

>

> > fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

>

> > words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> >

>

> > Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

>

> > can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

>

> > the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

>

> > with each other as and Advani.

>

> >

>

> > The conversation could go something like this:

>

> >

>

> > “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

>

> > virals.â€

>

> >

>

> > “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

>

> >

>

> > “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

>

> >

>

> > “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

>

> >

>

> > “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

>

> >

>

> > “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

>

> > free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

>

> >

>

> > So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

>

> > ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of

one

>

> > Head – ACHE!

>

> >

>

> > There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

>

> > ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

>

> > grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

>

> > of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> >

>

> > This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

>

> > when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

>

> > By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

>

> > labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

>

> > stupid, daddy!

>

> >

>

> > In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

>

> > simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

>

> > younger days.

>

> >

>

> > “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> >

>

> > “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

>

> >

>

> > “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after

that

>

> > curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

>

> >

>

> > “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

>

> >

>

> > “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

>

> >

>

> > Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people

used

>

> > to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

>

> >

>

> > “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

>

> > chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

>

> > about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

>

> >

>

> > Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

>

> > or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful

follies;

>

> > someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

>

> > key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> >

>

> > ******-

>

> > And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

>

> > doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

>

> > voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

>

> > them!

>

> >

>

> > Kishore Shah

>

> >

>

> > 1974

>

> >

>

> >

>

>

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Since I am around 200 miles away from London, not much. Except for spending

evenings catching up with the TV coverage. We decided not to watch events live

since Samodh is not old enough to get excited about sports (although he loves

events like swimming and track where there is an obvuious race and winners..they

had  sports day at his nursery recently, inspired by the Olympics and won the

egg and spoon race!).

 

Amulya 

To: AMULYA NADKARNI ; mgims

Sent: Tuesday, 31 July 2012, 15:39

Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

 

Thanks Amulya ;-)

Ashok 1984

How are the Olympics affecting daily life ?

Sent from my iPad

On Jul 31, 2012, at 6:50 AM, AMULYA NADKARNI

<mailto:amulyanadkarni%40yahoo.co.uk> wrote:

> Isn't Renuka satisfied with your distinguished-looking grey hair? In any case,

older doesn't always mean more mature.

>

> Regards

>

> Amulya

>

> ----- Forwarded Message -----

> From: Ashok Bhaskar <mailto:abhaskarmd%40yahoo.com>

> To: " mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com " <mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com>

> Sent: Sunday, 29 July 2012, 18:59

> Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Thanks Sanjeev.

>

> I am sure you and Surekha share the same feelings.

>

> And then there is all the memories you share of your college days.

>

> And you can continue to vent out your angst against some ( not healthy though)

and reminisce fondly about some.

>

> My wife differs in one aspect. She says it is smarter to marry an older dude

as he will be more mature.

>

> Selfishly I have benefited marrying a gal of my own age because as I look back

it has been fun growing together.

>

> Lastly we both are active in this beautiful yahoo group with our discussions

continuing even when we are offline.

>

> Thanks Kishoreda and Ravin for keeping the show going on !!

>

> Ashok 1984

>

> ________________________________

> From: sanjeev kishore <mailto:sanjeevkishore4u%40yahoo.com>

> To: mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com

> Sent: Sunday, July 29, 2012 9:40 AM

> Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

>

>

> Very well said Ashok. Sanjeev84

>

>

>

> > I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> >

>

> > IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> >

>

> > Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

>

> > voluntarily become doctors.

>

> >

>

> > Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

>

> > because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

>

> > idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

>

> > books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

>

> > get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

>

> > get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

>

> > You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

>

> > would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

>

> > earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

>

> > the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

>

> > And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

>

> > specialist!

>

> >

>

> > What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

>

> > who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

>

> > then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> >

>

> > How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

>

> > living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

>

> > down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

>

> > respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> >

>

> > But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

>

> > are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

>

> > Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

>

> > talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the

‘Idioter’

>

> > people, to coin a new word?

>

> >

>

> > The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

>

> > someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

>

> > pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

>

> > who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

>

> > forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

>

> > confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

>

> > metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> >

>

> > You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

>

> > the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want

her

>

> > to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

>

> > voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

>

> > sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

>

> > your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

>

> > the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

>

> > radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> >

>

> > Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

>

> > yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

>

> > minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

>

> > of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> >

>

> > On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

>

> > to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

>

> > of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

>

> > are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

>

> > ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

>

> > operations more often.

>

> >

>

> > If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

>

> > you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

>

> > abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably

guilty

>

> > about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

>

> > avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

>

> > fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

>

> > words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> >

>

> > Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

>

> > can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

>

> > the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

>

> > with each other as and Advani.

>

> >

>

> > The conversation could go something like this:

>

> >

>

> > “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

>

> > virals.â€

>

> >

>

> > “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

>

> >

>

> > “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

>

> >

>

> > “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

>

> >

>

> > “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

>

> >

>

> > “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

>

> > free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

>

> >

>

> > So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

>

> > ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of

one

>

> > Head – ACHE!

>

> >

>

> > There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

>

> > ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

>

> > grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

>

> > of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> >

>

> > This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

>

> > when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

>

> > By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

>

> > labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

>

> > stupid, daddy!

>

> >

>

> > In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

>

> > simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

>

> > younger days.

>

> >

>

> > “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> >

>

> > “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

>

> >

>

> > “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after

that

>

> > curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

>

> >

>

> > “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

>

> >

>

> > “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

>

> >

>

> > Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people

used

>

> > to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

>

> >

>

> > “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

>

> > chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

>

> > about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

>

> >

>

> > Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

>

> > or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful

follies;

>

> > someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

>

> > key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> >

>

> > ******-

>

> > And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

>

> > doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

>

> > voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

>

> > them!

>

> >

>

> > Kishore Shah

>

> >

>

> > 1974

>

> >

>

> >

>

>

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Cute !

Ashok 1984

Sent from my iPad

On Jul 31, 2012, at 10:13 AM, AMULYA NADKARNI

wrote:

> Since I am around 200 miles away from London, not much. Except for spending

evenings catching up with the TV coverage. We decided not to watch events live

since Samodh is not old enough to get excited about sports (although he loves

events like swimming and track where there is an obvuious race and winners..they

had sports day at his nursery recently, inspired by the Olympics and won the

egg and spoon race!).

>

> Amulya

>

>

> To: AMULYA NADKARNI ; mgims

> Sent: Tuesday, 31 July 2012, 15:39

> Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

>

> Thanks Amulya ;-)

>

> Ashok 1984

>

> How are the Olympics affecting daily life ?

>

> Sent from my iPad

>

> On Jul 31, 2012, at 6:50 AM, AMULYA NADKARNI

<mailto:amulyanadkarni%40yahoo.co.uk> wrote:

>

> > Isn't Renuka satisfied with your distinguished-looking grey hair? In any

case, older doesn't always mean more mature.

> >

> > Regards

> >

> > Amulya

> >

> > ----- Forwarded Message -----

> > From: Ashok Bhaskar <mailto:abhaskarmd%40yahoo.com>

> > To: " mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com " <mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com>

> > Sent: Sunday, 29 July 2012, 18:59

> > Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

> >

> > Thanks Sanjeev.

> >

> > I am sure you and Surekha share the same feelings.

> >

> > And then there is all the memories you share of your college days.

> >

> > And you can continue to vent out your angst against some ( not healthy

though) and reminisce fondly about some.

> >

> > My wife differs in one aspect. She says it is smarter to marry an older dude

as he will be more mature.

> >

> > Selfishly I have benefited marrying a gal of my own age because as I look

back it has been fun growing together.

> >

> > Lastly we both are active in this beautiful yahoo group with our discussions

continuing even when we are offline.

> >

> > Thanks Kishoreda and Ravin for keeping the show going on !!

> >

> > Ashok 1984

> >

> > ________________________________

> > From: sanjeev kishore <mailto:sanjeevkishore4u%40yahoo.com>

> > To: mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com

> > Sent: Sunday, July 29, 2012 9:40 AM

> > Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

> >

> >

> >

> > Very well said Ashok. Sanjeev84

> >

> >

> >

> > > I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

> >

> > >

> >

> > > IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

> >

> > >

> >

> > > Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those

who

> >

> > > voluntarily become doctors.

> >

> > >

> >

> > > Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

> >

> > > because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

> >

> > > idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

> >

> > > books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you

could

> >

> > > get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

> >

> > > get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

> >

> > > You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and

you

> >

> > > would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could

have

> >

> > > earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund,

minus

> >

> > > the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes

too!

> >

> > > And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

> >

> > > specialist!

> >

> > >

> >

> > > What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a

patient

> >

> > > who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is

satisfaction,

> >

> > > then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

> >

> > >

> >

> > > How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are

you

> >

> > > living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

> >

> > > down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

> >

> > > respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

> >

> > >

> >

> > > But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

> >

> > > are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than

oneâ€.

> >

> > > Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we

are

> >

> > > talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the

‘Idioter’

> >

> > > people, to coin a new word?

> >

> > >

> >

> > > The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

> >

> > > someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

> >

> > > pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

> >

> > > who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

> >

> > > forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

> >

> > > confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

> >

> > > metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

> >

> > >

> >

> > > You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car

with

> >

> > > the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want

her

> >

> > > to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

> >

> > > voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

> >

> > > sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks,

“Darling,

> >

> > > your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed

from

> >

> > > the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

> >

> > > radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

> >

> > >

> >

> > > Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You

draw

> >

> > > yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

> >

> > > minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

> >

> > > of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

> >

> > >

> >

> > > On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

> >

> > > to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate

operation

> >

> > > of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

> >

> > > are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

> >

> > > ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these

complicated

> >

> > > operations more often.

> >

> > >

> >

> > > If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and

shares,

> >

> > > you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

> >

> > > abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably

guilty

> >

> > > about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

> >

> > > avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

> >

> > > fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

> >

> > > words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

> >

> > >

> >

> > > Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

> >

> > > can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could

be

> >

> > > the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of

agreeing

> >

> > > with each other as and Advani.

> >

> > >

> >

> > > The conversation could go something like this:

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

> >

> > > virals.â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting

a

> >

> > > free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

> >

> > > ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of

one

> >

> > > Head – ACHE!

> >

> > >

> >

> > > There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

> >

> > > ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only

commit the

> >

> > > grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

> >

> > > of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

> >

> > >

> >

> > > This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

> >

> > > when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

> >

> > > By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes

of

> >

> > > labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

> >

> > > stupid, daddy!

> >

> > >

> >

> > > In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even

a

> >

> > > simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

> >

> > > younger days.

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after

that

> >

> > > curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people

used

> >

> > > to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

> >

> > > chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

> >

> > > about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

> >

> > >

> >

> > > Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make

head

> >

> > > or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful

follies;

> >

> > > someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

> >

> > > key to a happy and comfortable married life.

> >

> > >

> >

> > > ******-

> >

> > > And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

> >

> > > doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

> >

> > > voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

> >

> > > them!

> >

> > >

> >

> > > Kishore Shah

> >

> > >

> >

> > > 1974

> >

> > >

> >

> > >

> >

> >

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Congratulations to Samodh on winning his egg and spoon race.

Malini

From: mgims [mailto:mgims ] On Behalf Of AMULYA

NADKARNI

Sent: 31 July 2012 16:14

To: mgims

Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Since I am around 200 miles away from London, not much. Except for spending

evenings catching up with the TV coverage. We decided not to watch events live

since Samodh is not old enough to get excited about sports (although he loves

events like swimming and track where there is an obvuious race and winners..they

had sports day at his nursery recently, inspired by the Olympics and won the

egg and spoon race!).

Amulya

From: Ashok Bhaskar <abhaskarmd@... <mailto:abhaskarmd%40yahoo.com> >

To: AMULYA NADKARNI <amulyanadkarni@...

<mailto:amulyanadkarni%40yahoo.co.uk> >; mgims

<mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com>

Sent: Tuesday, 31 July 2012, 15:39

Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

Thanks Amulya ;-)

Ashok 1984

How are the Olympics affecting daily life ?

Sent from my iPad

On Jul 31, 2012, at 6:50 AM, AMULYA NADKARNI

<mailto:amulyanadkarni%40yahoo.co.uk> wrote:

> Isn't Renuka satisfied with your distinguished-looking grey hair? In any case,

older doesn't always mean more mature.

>

> Regards

>

> Amulya

>

> ----- Forwarded Message -----

> From: Ashok Bhaskar <mailto:abhaskarmd%40yahoo.com>

> To: " mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com " <mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com>

> Sent: Sunday, 29 July 2012, 18:59

> Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> Thanks Sanjeev.

>

> I am sure you and Surekha share the same feelings.

>

> And then there is all the memories you share of your college days.

>

> And you can continue to vent out your angst against some ( not healthy though)

and reminisce fondly about some.

>

> My wife differs in one aspect. She says it is smarter to marry an older dude

as he will be more mature.

>

> Selfishly I have benefited marrying a gal of my own age because as I look back

it has been fun growing together.

>

> Lastly we both are active in this beautiful yahoo group with our discussions

continuing even when we are offline.

>

> Thanks Kishoreda and Ravin for keeping the show going on !!

>

> Ashok 1984

>

> ________________________________

> From: sanjeev kishore <mailto:sanjeevkishore4u%40yahoo.com>

> To: mailto:mgims%40yahoogroups.com

> Sent: Sunday, July 29, 2012 9:40 AM

> Subject: Re: IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

>

>

> Very well said Ashok. Sanjeev84

>

>

>

> > I think this article of mine is relevant to the present discussion:

>

> >

>

> > IDIOT, IDIOTER, IDIOTEST

>

> >

>

> > Who are the most idiotic people in this world? My vote would go to those who

>

> > voluntarily become doctors.

>

> >

>

> > Look at it from any point of view. Lets consider the financial point,

>

> > because most people think that doctors earn a lot of money. Who, except an

>

> > idiot, would waste 10-12 years of his prime youth to study impossibly fat

>

> > books, just to start on a salary of 5-7 thousand? In half the time you could

>

> > get double the salary by becoming an engineer. Or better still; you could

>

> > get quadruple the salary at any Outsourcing Call Centre in no time at all.

>

> > You might say that setting up a private practice makes better sense, and you

>

> > would be wrong. The crores that you would invest in your hospital could have

>

> > earned you many times the returns in any badly performing mutual fund, minus

>

> > the government licensing and regulation headaches and with fewer taxes too!

>

> > And all this within the 10-12 years that you would require to qualify as a

>

> > specialist!

>

> >

>

> > What about the job satisfaction aspect? If you think that treating a patient

>

> > who thinks that a headache constitutes an emergency at 2 AM is satisfaction,

>

> > then you deserve a place in the Idiot’s hall of fame.

>

> >

>

> > How about the honour and respect of society? Wake up, man! What age are you

>

> > living in? Face one Pollution Control Inspection and all the honour goes

>

> > down the drain. The lakhs of Consumer suits clearly document the huge

>

> > respect that doctors command, especially as ‘bakras’.

>

> >

>

> > But today, we shall consider a sub-section of these idiotic people. These

>

> > are the same guys who coined the phrase “Two heads are better than oneâ€.

>

> > Based on that they conclude that two idiots are better than one. Yes, we are

>

> > talking about doctors who marry doctors! Shall we call them the

‘Idioter’

>

> > people, to coin a new word?

>

> >

>

> > The commonest argument that these imbeciles put forward is that marrying

>

> > someone who shares your profession is that besides your toothpaste and

>

> > pajamas, you can also share your professional problems 24 x 7. Now tell me

>

> > who wants to return home after a stressful day working hard and looking

>

> > forward to stretching out in front of the TV with a cool beer, just to be

>

> > confronted by a worried wife asking the recent advances in dealing with

>

> > metastatic lymph nodes after Hemi-glossectomy?

>

> >

>

> > You take out your wife on a cool and romantic drive. It is that new car with

>

> > the retractable sun-moon roof. It is ‘Karva Chauth’ night and you want

her

>

> > to see the moon before she breaks her fast. You say in a husky, seductive

>

> > voice, “ Dear, now we will see the auspicious moon.†As the moon slips

into

>

> > sight through your dreamy roof, your wife perks up and remarks, “Darling,

>

> > your auspicious moon reminds me of the suspicious nodule that I removed from

>

> > the arm pit of my patient. And just like these stars there were some

>

> > radiating deposits!†REALLY ROMANTIC!

>

> >

>

> > Another disadvantage of marrying a medico is the impression factor. You draw

>

> > yourself up and proudly announce that you completed a Hysterectomy in 30

>

> > minutes flat. Your wife interrupts you to inform you that there are hordes

>

> > of others who can wrap it up in less than 25 minutes!

>

> >

>

> > On the other hand, if you have a non-medico wife, you can gravely announce

>

> > to her on telephone that you are involved in an extremely delicate operation

>

> > of superimposition of the labia and will be late for dinner, when all you

>

> > are doing is kissing your assistant. You might even be rewarded with an

>

> > ultra special ‘Gajjar ka Halwa’ to encourage you to do these complicated

>

> > operations more often.

>

> >

>

> > If you have a husband who sits on a chair and deals with stocks and shares,

>

> > you can brag that you sweated four and a half hours to dissect out the

>

> > abscess and save the patient’s life. Your husband will feel suitably

guilty

>

> > about spending hours on his coccyx doing nothing. You should, naturally,

>

> > avoid discussing that your four and a half hours of tiring effort involved

>

> > fees much less than he earns in four and a half minutes just shouting two

>

> > words – ‘Buy’ and ‘Sell’.

>

> >

>

> > Another advantage cited for a doctor marrying another doctor is that each

>

> > can advice the other about some treatment advances or changes. This could be

>

> > the biggest joke of the century. Two doctors have as much chance of agreeing

>

> > with each other as and Advani.

>

> >

>

> > The conversation could go something like this:

>

> >

>

> > “Darling, I have started that Immuno-deficient patient on anti-retro

>

> > virals.â€

>

> >

>

> > “How stupid! His CD4 was above 500.â€

>

> >

>

> > “But baby, he had symptoms of secondary infection.â€

>

> >

>

> > “You could have taken an expert’s opinion before ruining his life.â€

>

> >

>

> > “And that expert would be you, huh? What do you think of yourself?â€

>

> >

>

> > “I don’t know what I think of myself, but if you think you are getting a

>

> > free dinner today, you had better think again!â€

>

> >

>

> > So you see, a large majority of these consultations metamorphose into

>

> > ‘insultations’! At least in this case two heads are a leading cause of

one

>

> > Head – ACHE!

>

> >

>

> > There is another sub-section of these Idioter people who can be called the

>

> > ‘Idiotest’. (Webster is going to kill me.) These people not only commit

the

>

> > grave blunder of marrying a co-doctor, but they even commit the equivalent

>

> > of jumping into a well by marrying their own class mate!

>

> >

>

> > This blunder is usually committed during the height of hormonal upheaval,

>

> > when the brain takes orders from below the belt, i.e. during college days.

>

> > By the time the brain regains control, the wife is already in the throes of

>

> > labour pains and the husband is in the process of becoming a proud, but

>

> > stupid, daddy!

>

> >

>

> > In this class of super-idiots, it becomes almost impossible to commit even a

>

> > simple task without being reminded about what a fool you were during your

>

> > younger days.

>

> >

>

> > “Darling, how does this purple dress look on me?’

>

> >

>

> > “Er! Nice, of course, …….â€

>

> >

>

> > “Its no use asking you. You never had any taste. Remember you ran after

that

>

> > curly haired bitch, who wore those atrocious red dresses to college?â€

>

> >

>

> > “Yes, Darling, but I ultimately came to you.â€

>

> >

>

> > “Oh yeah! After she rejected you twice!â€

>

> >

>

> > Or if you are bragging to your son, “Munna, in my college days, people

used

>

> > to call me ‘Rangeela’ or ‘colourful’!â€

>

> >

>

> > “Oh yes! I remember well! It was right after you spilt all that yellow

>

> > chromo-glycate on your pants and the teacher advised you to warn everyone

>

> > about your toilet habits beforehand! Ha! Ha!â€

>

> >

>

> > Everything considered it is far better to marry someone who cannot make head

>

> > or tail of your profession; someone who doesn’t know your youthful

follies;

>

> > someone who is easily impressed by your mundane achievements. That is the

>

> > key to a happy and comfortable married life.

>

> >

>

> > ******-

>

> > And then the title of Super Idiotest definitely goes to those who marry

>

> > doctors and then send their children to the guillotine of Medicine study

>

> > voluntarily. Yes! These idiots do exist in today's world. And I am one of

>

> > them!

>

> >

>

> > Kishore Shah

>

> >

>

> > 1974

>

> >

>

> >

>

>

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