Indelible Sunday

This Sunday (31.01.2010) was bit bizarre from very beginning, I usually wake up around 11 o’clock on Sunday but I woke up by 9 o’clock even though I went to bed last night or precisely speaking, say it morning by 4:45 am . After attending nature’s call and going through daily routine, feeling sleepy all way long, I went to bed after having drab breakfast from mess. After convinced from a friend to take visit to Book Fair in evening during lunch time, I was back on bed. Well I woke by heavy banging on the door, it was the time to leave for the Book Fair. After reaching Bistupur, I discovered that the friend of mine who have convinced us to go for the Book Fair was not sure of the location of the Fair and in flow we went to Sakshi to discover the location of the Fair. With few inquiries we met an auto driver who told that he is familiar with the location of the Fair. Without wasting any more time we threw our self inside that auto. Now this was the point from where series of tragedies had started knocking our brain. That auto driver left us in front of old Book stores, bit famous among the students. After exchanging heated arguments with the auto driver we discovered that he knows the meaning of “Book” but not that of “Fair” and assumed as if we wanted to come this OLD Book store. We began our search for the site of fair in Sakshi. After questioning few, we got to know that the fair was originally in Bistupur and we were meandering in Sakshi and even at a place where finding an auto is on luck. We toddled to Sakshi auto stand, crushing the friend who brought us for the visit of book fair. Well back in Bistupur we went to see the fair and got sucked up. Oooffff the fair was organized by GIATRI PARIWAR and it was hard to discover any person of our age group in that fair and all the books on the display was of religious values, something that is nothing of our interest. We came out bellowing on our friend. To keep our mouth shut and not disclosing this matter in College and make his fun, he gave all of us a treat. Well we agreed to him and were in the way back to the college but mean while I decided to withdrew some money from the ATM. After taking out Rs.2000, I was just devastated when I threw a fast look on the ATM balance receipt. It indicated me that my balance is –Rs.732. I discussed it with one of my friend whose dad was in bank. He convinced me that account balance never goes below zero and something is terribly wrong behind the scene. I called my dad and he told me that this morning only he had transferred around four thousand to my account. Meanwhile we were just figuring out the region behind this mishap, one of our friends mobile ranged and we came to know that one of our friend have had his shoulder bone dislocated while bowling and was being admitted to TMH. We just ran to see him. After reaching to the gat of TMH we did faced a very tight security due to some recent shootout in one of the doctor’s home. So to gain entry in the hospital, we must be accompanied by passes. We immediately rang to Harsit for bringing passes for us. Now he brought two passes and security personals were not ready to give entry to all of us. So, we and Sourav decided to go and see him first and rest of them would do the same in another turn. TMH was quite big and confusing we searched here and there to locate the ward. Now after running through Emergency Ward, ICU and Intensive Burn Care Unit we finally reached to General Ward and found our self in between of ward 4A and 4B. Without thinking and inquiring we made our way to 4B in search of Bed no. 66. Unfortunately we were not able to locate it. A parity beautiful lady doctor was sitting on the iterance of the ward. Sourav went up to her for inquiry.

She told that there is no such bed in any ward, mean while she asked other two female doctors about the same. While we were making our way out, she called us back and questioned….

“Are you student?”

We gave our affirmation.

She told “Then you must be searching for male patient”

We nodded in yes.

Suddenly all three of them burst in laughter and asked “Then what you are doing in female ward?”

Our heart snaked down and we were about to run but we stayed calm and conveyed our regret.

But then also they continued hailing us with questions and were busy in making our fun. That very moment flashed our raging days during freshman year in the college. Finally they told that every ward ending with ‘B’ are for female ward and that ending with ‘A’ are for male. Latter they told us that the Bed no. 56 is in ward 4A, which was just in front of ward in which we were at that time.

After meeting with the admitted friend we backed off to the gate of the hospital and explained what had happened with us to others. In turn one told that birds have pissed off on others while they were waiting inside the tree and only he was safe as nothing unfair had happened to him. When we called the auto, as usual race for grabbing the favorite place began. After grabbing my favorite sit, I noticed a considerable decrease in the height of the friend who had declared that nothing tragic have happened to him. After gathering my full attention to his awkward position, I discovered that he was in drain. Fortunately, he didn’t beard any injury and also the drain was dry, otherwise we would be having a fetid drive back to the hostel.