Thank you for your birthday greetings. I was really happy when I saw messages , from friends, family, classmates (batch of 69), banks and the insurance companies.
On a high, I left for the swimming pool in the morning itself. On the way back, at that hour, the road was fairly deserted. There was a man urinating with a happy face on a tamarind tree.
"Aha," I thought , "I am 66". I drove the car close to his butt honking continuously. He leapt out of the way using both legs, totally exposed, like he was playing leapfrog.
My endorphins kicked in, and on a total high, I left for work.
En route to the clinic, an auto kept honking behind me. The policeman in front of me was signalling "STOP".
The auto driver did not care.
When the policeman signalled "go" I drove close to him.
"Sir," I said, "the auto driver behind me is insisting I run over you because you are in the way."
The policeman left his station and advanced threateningly towards the auto.
A helmetless bike rider cut across in front of me from left to right.
"Informed Yamagandan before leaving home?" I yelled.
By that time I had neared the clinic so more dignified behaviour was warranted.
Higher than a kite, when I reached work I was nice to my patients all day.
"Oh, I asked you to immunize your child and you have not bothered to turn up for a year. Let us see what we can do."
To the teenager with PCOS, "I asked you to diet and exercise to lose weight. You have gained 4 kilos? No exercise ? No diet?''
To the parent of the child with seizures, "You have discontinued your seizure medications because your neighbour who has studied up to 8th std says they cause side effects?"
No yelling at all.
I treated my staff to lunch.
We left for Chennai and had an enjoyable family dinner in Chennai with my daughter and family at a "multi-cuisine" restaurant. (A very Indian concept-- I have never seen the words "multi-cuisine in any other country.")
THANKS AGAIN.
http://velloretimes.blogspot.in/
On a high, I left for the swimming pool in the morning itself. On the way back, at that hour, the road was fairly deserted. There was a man urinating with a happy face on a tamarind tree.
"Aha," I thought , "I am 66". I drove the car close to his butt honking continuously. He leapt out of the way using both legs, totally exposed, like he was playing leapfrog.
My endorphins kicked in, and on a total high, I left for work.
En route to the clinic, an auto kept honking behind me. The policeman in front of me was signalling "STOP".
The auto driver did not care.
When the policeman signalled "go" I drove close to him.
"Sir," I said, "the auto driver behind me is insisting I run over you because you are in the way."
The policeman left his station and advanced threateningly towards the auto.
A helmetless bike rider cut across in front of me from left to right.
"Informed Yamagandan before leaving home?" I yelled.
By that time I had neared the clinic so more dignified behaviour was warranted.
Higher than a kite, when I reached work I was nice to my patients all day.
"Oh, I asked you to immunize your child and you have not bothered to turn up for a year. Let us see what we can do."
To the teenager with PCOS, "I asked you to diet and exercise to lose weight. You have gained 4 kilos? No exercise ? No diet?''
To the parent of the child with seizures, "You have discontinued your seizure medications because your neighbour who has studied up to 8th std says they cause side effects?"
No yelling at all.
I treated my staff to lunch.
We left for Chennai and had an enjoyable family dinner in Chennai with my daughter and family at a "multi-cuisine" restaurant. (A very Indian concept-- I have never seen the words "multi-cuisine in any other country.")
THANKS AGAIN.
http://velloretimes.blogspot.in/
