The Adventures of S

Before we proceed, a small clarification: The S in this post doesn't bear any resemblance with the Ess in PP's blog. Any similarity, coincidence between ess and S can't exist because they are two different persons. And yes, the event(s) narrated below is/are true.

I chose the name S because of the following reasons:

1. His name starts with an S.

2. I loved  PP's story and am plagiarizing a small bit from his post (otherwise majaa nahi aata yaar!)

3. He is a year junior to me and a pain in the S. ;)

Well, the story starts one fine January day as I was walking back to my hostel room after another day of fooling around in the OPD trying to do as less work as possible and shifting the greater bulk to other's broad shoulders and skilled hands. I was dead tired (shirking work is really tiresome, if you don't believe me try it yourself) and my lumbering steps brought me towards the hospital exit. Thats where I saw S- all decked up in a glowing white apron and a black mustache, all set to take upon the hordes of patients that descend upon NEIGRIHMS every day. I waved a hand to him and his friend (that was A- his adventures may follow- specially his rendition of the song- 'Humko sirf tumse pyaar hai'- but thats for another time). Well, I turned to say a few words to a colleague who was passing by when I heard a big bang (that sets me thinking how big the 'Big Bang' really was if this was so big) and turned to see S stuck to the closed glass door of the exit (there are two of them), his nose pressed to one side and he about to fall down. Thankfully, he recovered enough to stand till we reached him and made him sit down and examine his wound and give him some water. I examined the glass later and found a spot there where his forehead had struck. That spot is still there and I can show you if you ever come visiting.

The story doesn't end here.

Another day. The very next day, to be exact.

I returned from the hospital (a bit earlier than the scheduled time) following my usual act, to find the usual gang sitting near the hostel entrance. They were laughing and joking. S was there too. On getting close, I noticed a plaster stuck upon his forehead on exactly the same spot where he got hit the other day. Taking an affront to my surgical capabilities (as I had pronounced him OK after the incident) I asked him whether I missed something and the bleeding occurred. He didn't answer, just gave a sheepish grin. It was Black (yes, the same old Black) who answered: 'Abbey! He again went and hit another glass door'. I laughed my way to my room. Even Duryodhan did that mistake only once!

That still doesn't end the story. There is more.

Taking cognition of the above mentioned damage to property being done by the dangerous Dr S, the hospital authorities decided, in a momentous meeting, to remove all glass doors, wherever possible and to replace the glass doors with BLACK wooden doors wherever they were needed.

That was the impact that S made in his first two days at the hospital. 

Stay tuned. Whenever he has another adventure, which may be quite soon, considering his expertise in this matter, I'll bring it to you.