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[Going] Short Storyteller Activity (Week 5 winners announced)

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Post time: 8-6-17 04:36:43
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It is one of those days, between the exams where no one studies but the next exam is looming like a distant cloud. My friends in the *** IIT mens hostel had gone out, most probably to some pub or other with some girls from junior class, hoping against hope that in between the dances and boozing, their inhibitions will break, just enough for some buttons to pop, or zippers to loose, allowing a little pleasurable wandering for the hands and lips.
I am all alone lying on my bed, next to the empty one, trying not to thin why it is so, half dozing trying to master just another confusing theorem in fluid mechanics, cursing myself for not going with the gang, thinking about the cute Gujarati girl in class, with the full lips and narrow hips, and someone bangs on the door.
i open the door, there stands jaison my room mate, in his blue jeans and grey tshirt. 'Why is the bloody door closed? Are you doing something naughty?'
I am lost for words, i stammer "whhaat? how? "
"What you mean? I am here now, standing in front of you."
"But"
"what but..? Do you know what I just saw, I saw hema, my so called girlfriend who claimed she would die if i ever leave her, on umesh's bike, hugging him tight. So soon.. I thought she will wait some time"
"But howw are ... you here?"
"where else would I go? You are my best mate. This, this is my room.."
And then he notices the bare bed and the empty cup board.
He sighs, pain evident on his face. "They have already come for my stuff right? Who came? my brother or my dad"
"Your brother. Your mom is in hospital, dad is with him" And his face show the pain, because he know he had caused that.
"Didnt you get some other room mate? Someone better than me", he is sarcastic, trying to hide his pain.
"No, I told them I dont want anyone else."
"Good for you. I cannot be replaced" He smiles, and hugs me.
"I just wanted to see you one final time, before i move on. Truth be told, you are the one I am going to miss most, even more than my brother. We had such fun right" There is a hint of tears on his eyes.
My eyes are also blurry. "Will I see you again?"
"Of course we will see each other. No any time soon, I hope, for your sake" He laughs through tears.
One more tight hug, and i want to hold on. He moves my hands gently and walks out the door. Not turning back.
I sit hard on my bed. What just happened? Am I dreaming or was it real?
For my dear dear friend, my best mate, brother in arms, funny, sarcastic, Jaison's  bike had crashed last month onto a bus which was trying to overtake another and he had died on the way to hospital. I did not go to his funeral, since I wanted to remember him as he was, vibrant, joyous. I never said good bye. But he, he had to come and hug me one last time. Bye my friend, hope you will have fun wherever you are..

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Post time: 10-6-17 13:54:49
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I'm Licenced in Maharashtra, Not in Cyberspace !!
The Rant of a Doctor


Its very good that nowadays, almost everyone who is anyone has a decent PC and internet connection in their Home or Offices. And its even better that more and more people are awakening to the better uses (?) of the Internet-PC than to download Porn on the sly. People are becoming more computer friendly and the Internet-PC is become a real good tool for online chatting, mailing, trading, banking, shopping and such.

So ?? Big Bloody Deal !!!

Everyone knows that, Why waste time to write about the obvious - Falling short of material to write a story  on, are we ???
Well, Yes actually, but this Post is not about the Social Net Awakening that we are going through.

We all know how Video killed the Radio Star and now Email has done just about the same to the Postmen in Khaki (may they rest in peace). Not to mention so many other professions that are or surely will be destroyed by the Internet and PC.


I frankly never thought it would affect the Medical Professional much, of course barring the occasional too well informed patient who has gleaned so much information about his condition from the Net that he frankly knows more about it than his Treating Physician does. Even to the extent of quoting different countries' guidelines of management and research papers on the subject, doses and side-effects and comes to the clinic armed to the teeth with an arsenal of printouts as a proof of the intensive research they have done. And Good heavens, they ask Oh, so many questions the answers to which they already have (and which the physician must know or must conjure up something fast and sound confidently convincing too -- Now that deserves an Oscar, or an Emmy in the very least.)
They just wont pay up and leave till you praise their detective work, and mention a few more medical websites, which they eagerly jot down, with an enormous look of satisfaction - The kind that the enlightened Mr. Buddha must have had sitting under his tree.

I've had these patients and I'm sure most of you other doctors have faced them too (If not, just you wait for these -- Vivas LOL.)
It scares me half to death, yes, it quite frankly does, not just because I need to keep on top of the patient knowledge, or run the risk of looking like a fool, But because I do genuinely feel that sometimes the lesser information a patient has the better it is for him.

Wish I was born in the "Take two tablets and you will be all fine" era it must have truly been paradise.

Then again, whats ya gonna do ? These Net Enabled Patient (NEPs) are out there and there is no escaping them.

But as long as they visit in person and pay up the fees these NEPs are fine by me, but only because there is a even worse breed of Net Mutated Patients out there.

These are the Lazy - Kanjoos - Cyber - Patients (a.k.a. L.K.C.P 's or The Shameless Bhikkus). They act like you are their 'Langoti Yar' or some 'Mele me bichada hoa Bhai' and as a rule always will contact you on the Online instant messengers (Unfortunately I'm always signed in) or email.

They will ping and ping and ping relentlessly forcing you to reply, or will call you up requesting you most politely to come online if possible. They will insist on telling symptoms online, will also send high quality photos of the lesions (Of successive days if needed), will also tell the Blood Pressure and pulse read off swanky digital Blood Pressure monitors.
And if you ask them to do certain blood or other investigations or X-rays or Sonographies they will badger the labs to mail you a copy directly and also scan out and mail the reports themselves.
Curses on these newfangled labs that also provide CDs of Xrays and USGs, it makes it so easy for these type of patients -- they don't even need to move a muscle to scan the Xrays before emailing them any more.
All this just to save the effort of visiting in person or even more importantly to save on coughing up the mere pittance charged as fees.

Presently since I have no way to get paid online and being a bloody good person at heart, mostly I relent and give in to them.

But Hey, I need my bread too, and considering my size quite a lot of it.

So, this goes out to all those people wanting free online advice form me ----Guys visit in person please ------I'M LICENCED IN MAHARASHTRA, NOT IN CYBERSPACE.

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Post time: 12-6-17 10:21:29 From the mobile phone
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Boy’s Weakness

A 10-year-old boy decided to study judo despite the fact that he had lost his left arm in a devastating car accident.
The boy began lessons with an old Japanese judo master. The boy was doing well, so he couldn’t understand why, after three months of training the master had taught him only one move. “Sensei,”(Teacher in Japanese) the boy finally said, “Shouldn’t I be learning more moves?” “This is the only move you know, but this is the only move you’ll ever need to know,” the sensei replied.
Not quite understanding, but believing in his teacher, the boy kept training. Several months later, the sensei took the boy to his first tournament. Surprising himself, the boy easily won his first two matches. The third match proved to be more difficult, but after some time, his opponent became impatient and charged; the boy deftly used his one move to win the match. Still amazed by his success, the boy was now in the finals.
This time, his opponent was bigger, stronger, and more experienced. For a while, the boy appeared to be overmatched. Concerned that the boy might get hurt, the referee called a time-out. He was about to stop the match when the sensei intervened. “No,” the sensei insisted, “Let him continue.” Soon after the match resumed, his opponent made a critical mistake: he dropped his guard. Instantly, the boy used his move to pin him. The boy had won the match and the tournament.
He was the champion. On the way home, the boy and sensei reviewed every move in each and every match. Then the boy summoned the courage to ask what was really on his mind.

“Sensei, how did I win the tournament with only one move?”

“You won for two reasons,” the sensei answered. “First, you’ve almost mastered one of the most difficult throws in all of judo. And second, the only known defense for that move is for your opponent to grab your left arm.”
The boy’s biggest weakness had become his biggest strength.
Moral: Sometimes we feel that we have certain weaknesses and we blame God, the circumstances or ourselves for it but we never know that our weaknesses can become our strengths one day. Each of us is special and important, so never think you have any weakness, never think of pride or pain, just live your life to its fullest and extract the best out of it!”

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Post time: 13-6-17 16:51:30 From the mobile phone
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Always Stay Alert

Once upon a time there was a lion that grew so old that he was unable to kill any prey for his food. So, he said to himself, I must do something to stay my stomach else I will die of starvation.
He kept thinking and thinking and at last an idea clicked him. He decided to lie down in the cave pretending to be ill and then who-so-ever will come to inquire about his health, will become his prey. The old lion put his wicked plan into practice and it started working. Many of his well-wishers got killed. But evil is short lived.
One day, a fox came to visit the ailing lion. As foxes are clever by nature, the fox stood at the mouth of the cave and looked about. His sixth sense worked and he came to know the reality. So, he called out to the lion from outside and said, How are you, sir?
The lion replied, I am not feeling well at all. But why don't you come inside?
Then the fox replied, I would love to come in, sir! But on seeing, all foot prints going to your cave and none coming out, I would be foolish enough to come in.
Saying so, the fox went to alert the other animals.

Moral: Always Keep Your Eyes Open and Stay Alert before Walking in Any Situation.
Post time: 14-6-17 18:38:47
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The Parcel

I looked around again but could not see a single creature around me.  How could I have seen it?  It was pitch dark and due to cloud filled sky, I did not get light from stars too.  It must have been midnight.  

I yawned as I stretched to wither the lethargy in my body.  I am standing here, in this jungle to collect my parcel.  This is nothing new to me.  I do this for my livelihood.  My job is to come here, near this rail track, and wait for the midnight train.  Someone will throw the parcel and I collect it and hand it over to the chairman of this village.

I get handsome amount for this job and I am happy.  I have never tried to open and see the contents inside.  Because, I firmly believe I am getting paid to collect it and not to open it.  That's my nature.

As like everyday, I am waiting today too to collect my bag of unknown content.

And the train came and yes, the parcel too was thrown out by some unknown creature!  I ran to collect the same and collected it too.  I sighed holding the parcel.

"Hands up" my nerves went cold as someone shouted.  I was sure there was no one around me.  I left the package and raised my hands and turned around me.  Now I could see the nearing policemen holding rifles in their hand.  

That was a relief for me!  I thought it was some thief but no it was policemen.  Good.  I firmly believed that what I am doing for the chairman is something good and there is nothing to fear.  I smiled at the police men but they did not smile back  "Hold your hands up you rascal.  Otherwise I will shoot you" one fellow shouted again and that confused me.

Now I heard a sound from a distance and felt searing pain inside my chest.  I looked at the direction... no it was not from policemen... it was someone else.  

The truth dawned on me on my dying moment.... what I was doing was not good or else, why will the Chairman's gunmen shoot me when Police catches me?

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Post time: 4 day(s) ago
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Winners of Week 5

1st
Boy’s Weakness by @CoLOrS MRiiDuL

2nd
BAD TEMPER by @youngkizzy90


Congratulations to winners. Keep participating and make this activity successful.



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