Re: Thank You Jasbinder

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Dear Ashok,

That mail of mine is already in the archives as well as on Rahul

Razdan's

website. However, in case you are interested, I am pasting it below:

Re: Thank You Jasbinder

>

> Humko kyon tadpa rahe ho Jassi ji & Kishore paji - hamein bhi

dikhaye do

apna ...

>

> ...yein " heart of the bottom wala mail "

>

> Ashok 1984

>

FROM THE HEART OF MY BOTTOM

It was a very painful decision, but it had to be taken. Yes! I needed

a

haemorrhoidectomy. I had reached the 'bottom' of the barrel of

excuses and

could not put it off any longer.

But who was going to get the honour of seeing my bottom? At that

time, there

were three surgical bosses, Dr. Trivedi, Dr. Narang and Dr. Belokar.

All of

them were competent and proficient in their own ways. It was a

difficult

choice.

Dr. Belokar had a very typical way of examining patients. If there

was a

large hydrocoele, he would caress it lovingly and

exclaim, " Wonderful!!!!! "

I winced at the imagined picture of him caressing my bottom and saying

'Wonderful!'

I decided that the best judges would be Anaesthetists. They had seen

all and

they knew all. They were like Eunuchs in a harem. They knew

everything about

everything, but could not do a thing.

My friend Murthy, was doing his house job in Anaesthesia. I intruded

upon

his post prandial siesta and asked him, " Murthy, Sabse achcha kaun

katta hai

re? "

" What? " Murthy was a bit disoriented.

" Who is the best surgeon here? "

Murthy eyed me warily and said, " For what? "

" What do you mean, for what? "

" Major or Minor Surgery? "

" Fairly major. "

" Some relative of yours? "

" Yeah! Sort of! "

" What Operation? "

" Piles. "

" PILES??!! You call that 'fairly major'?!!! Any fool can do piles. I

can

also do piles. Now get out and stop disturbing me. "

This guy Murthy just does not understand the definition of Major,

which

means any operation about to be done on you. I asked around with

equivocal

results. No one was ready to commit himself.

I took the decision in my hands. I did a survey, and do you know the

deciding factor?

I selected my surgeon on the basis of the diameter of his index

finger!!

After all, it was my aperture that was at stake.

Dr. Belokar had big sausage shaped fingers. Shudder! Dr. Trivedi had

fingers

the size of small potatoes. Shudder! Shudder! Dr. Narang had long

tapering

surgeon's fingers. My surgeon was chosen by my sphincter.

* * *

The auspicious day of my admission to the surgical wards dawned. I

had not

dreaded my day of admission to MGIMS as much as this admission day.

The

first shock that I got was when a cute, fair Sister came inside my

private

room and closed the door. My heart started palpitating. Then she told

me to

remove my clothes. I stuttered, " Why. What? "

She removed a razor from her pocket and said, " Shaving karne ka hai! "

I cringed and backed off in a corner. " I'll, .. I'll do it! Give me

the

razor. "

" No Sir. Dr. Narang will shout at me if you are not shaved properly. "

Reluctantly, I unzipped myself and dropped the garments down. I would

never

be able to meet the eye of this particular sister henceforth in

future. I

coyly studied the floor. She then told me to bend down over the bed.

I think this was the most embarrassing position that I have ever been

in my

life. Just imagine, here is this sweet little thing, who you want to

impress, staring at your bum and telling you not to be afraid!

I think that she had been giving some patient cold compresses before

attending to me.

" Owww! You have cold hands! "

" Heh! Heh! "

Whenever the razor touched my bottom, some involuntary movement would

occur.

I am sure that this must have reminded the sister of a cow's bottom,

which

goes into that idiotic dance after a good voiding.

" Do you have to shave that too? "

" Of course! "

" But I am being operated behind! "

" Chup baitho. "

* * *

Did I say that shaving was the most embarrassing position that I have

ever

been in? Cancel that. Dr. Shetty, our HOD of Anaesthesia, asked

me, " Are you

comfortable? "

Both my legs were tied to stirrups. I surveyed the entire OT from

between my

undraped legs, exposed to the whole world. I saw a giggling nurse. I

saw my

smirking class mate posted in Surgery. I saw my female class mate,

then

house officer in Anaesthesia, trying to keep a straight face.

I turned to Dr. Shetty and said, " Yes Sir! I am very comfortable. "

What else could I say?

* * *

I woke up feeling sore at all the funny places. Dr. Narang came in

and asked

me, " How are you feeling, Kishore? "

" Not too bad , Sir. But did you remove my tonsils by mistake? "

" No! Why? "

" Because my jaw and neck are aching! "

" Oh! Ha Ha! That is because of the intubation. But how's the .. ahem..

rest? "

" I feel down in the dumps! "

* * *

The best part of being laid down in the hospital is that the college

queen

comes to visit you.

" How are you feeling, Kishore? What's the bottom line? "

" Ha ha! "

" Let's see the operated part. "

Her jokes had touched ROCK BOTTOM!

* * *

Day Three: I could hobble along in the ward. But my shuffling gait

was not

due to the pain in the you-know-where, it was due to a thick 4 inch x

10

inch thick wad of cotton stuffed between my legs.

I waddled up to the nurse's station in my lungi, luxuriating in the

power of

strolling the wards in casual clothes. You couldn't get more casual

than a

lungi.

While returning back to my room, surprisingly, I could walk more

easily.

Maybe I was improving rapidly.

" Hey you! "

I turned around. The staff nurse was calling me.

" Yeah " , I said grandly, " Can I help you? "

" You dropped something. "

I looked at the floor where she was pointing. That wad of cotton

seemed to

have worked its way down and out. I became a deflated balloon. Quickly

retrieving my property, I slunk back to my room to make the necessary

adjustments. No wonder I was able to walk easily.

* * *

At the Silver jubilee function of our batch, I stood up to say a few

words.

I said with gratitude, " When I left Sevagram, after passing, a part

of me

remained here. "

Dr. Narang looked at me and smiled. Only he knew that I meant it

literally.

* * *

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