IITR HOSPITAL SUCKS

I wake up at around 7 yesterday by some pain on my left side of body from stomach to back. I was feeling a little bit uncomfortable but neglecting it and carried my normal jobs. But at 8 it became unbearable. It seems that something inside my body wants to turn my back apart.. it becomes severe and than I decided to go to resi-warden and ask him to call the ambulance. He immediately called the insti hospital to send a ambulance but no sign of ambulance arrived till 15 minutes. Then I decided to visit hospital by myself and fortunately resi-warden asked a man here to usher me to the hospital.

“emergency case bhayiya” I speak with all the power I had.

“ gimme I-card or medical booklet” he replied

“ fuck the booklet... its emergency case(cant u see it??) I am having severe pain and u talking of booklet... I will show u all later.. now enrol me a doctor.. will u?? I said

“no no.. we cant enrol anyone unless you have any proof that you belongs to here.. sorry I cant do without any identification of urs..” and he asked me to talk to CMO in this regard.

“you are getting nuts man” I snapped. “go to hell... I will be fine myself.. don’t worry” and I paced back to my hostel and took a pain killer.

At this time the ambulance arrived (remember, I have called ambulance an hour before?). But I was so irritated by this hospital by now that I called off it and denied to go there. Later in the evening I was called by the chief warden and asked about the mess I created in the morning.

Later that evening I started feeling that pain again in my back to stomach... looked like some drastic force inside me was trying to crumble all my body. Before the pain could overtake me, I, with one of my friend went to the hospital. At that time hospital was closed so I told a attendant my problem and asked about the doctor. My almighty god!! He told me there’s no doctor at these times. He then nudged me that this pain can be due to some stone in the kidney. But he was not sure so he gave me a pain killer with a injection and asked me to come tomorrow morning to contact a doctor.

Next day...

I went to the hospi early in the morning. A doctor checked me and gave me some medicines and advised an x-ray of my left kidney.

“Sir, uumm... actually... stone is best detected in ultrasound.. so I think instead of x-ray ...”

He cut me in between “no..no... I am the doctor, not you.. so I would better know “

“ok.. ok..” I shrugged though I knw there’s no ultrasound machine here in this hospital and they had to refer me to an external hospital. And that’s the reason doctor didn’t advised me for ultrasound.

So I was done with my x-ray the next day and got the report the same evening. But the same doctor was not available then. So I was scheduled on Tuesday morning. Another lady doc read the x-ray and told me that there’s nothing in this. Everything seems fine.

So now my condition is that I still don’t know what exactly my problem is and am still advised to take those pills which that doctor gave me( just because he thought that I have stone without any proof)

Oh my fucking god...!! help me..!!

INTERVIEWING THE JUNIORS

A year seems as if it was yesterday.

It seems as if it was yesterday, when I was attending the introtalks about various sections of iitr and there was a eerie feeling about it’s toughest part, taking of interview by the seniors. A drain of fear ran across us, as if we are going to face some really iron-stud man, perhaps because many of us were facing interview for the first time and many of us were fed and grown up with its fear. Well I correctly remember how dirty I was feeling after every deadly encounter with a senior and how much lately I had repented that if I had not been nervous I could have done better...!!

Today is 7th and I just came after interviewing few juniors for some project. Well it was a complete wonderful experience, sitting at the seniors’ hot seat and taking interviews of the juniors. Fear and hesitation on their faces reminds me of my initial days in iitr.

Me: name??
He: (stammered).... told his name.
Me: Why you wanna do this project??
He: aaa.. uu....hhmmm... aise hi..!!
Me: what?? Do you have any idea of what this project is all about??
He: well... yaaa.... this is related to the development in villagers condition.. something like dat??
Me: so what you will do in this project??
He: hmm.. vo actually I didn’t knew anything about this project..
Me: ohk.ohk.. so tell me what will you do to help villagers??
He: hmm.. we will give them our old clothes, food etc.etc.
Me: what?? So you are thinking we are going in some beggar’s village just to give them something like this.. so you gonna feed them like the beggars.... you know what? That is a kind of village where 4-5 people are having computers.... they are not poor in all these necessary need... they just need education, and some guidance... so we are working to help by instructing them.
He: ok.... ok... I didn’t mean this.... hmmm....aaa.... yaaa.. o.ok...!!
Me: ok.. I am done... will inform you in case...

Next student??

He: good even....evening sir!
Me: yaa... Name??
He: (tells)
I again asked much similar questions to him... everytime he reply... replied in Haryanvi.... infct pure Haryanvi... like yu karenge.... kukar javenge... nu hove sai... blah.. blah..!!
Me: where you from??
He: bahadurgarh, hh...Haryana..!!
I winked the senior beside me.... and told him.. I knw he must be from Haryana... his language simply depicts..

Next student??
Many came and went.... left wid a sardarji.... who got a smiling innocent honest face.. his charm cheers me... lol..!!!
I asked him same fucking questions and I got some expected honest answers...(r u the one we needed??) Banda mast tha..!! he told us many things about himself and told us that he can speak Haryanvi and Punjabi beside hindi and English.

Next student??

TIWARI JIIIII…..!!

First day of 2nd year

Date: 23 July, 2009

Time: 10:00 am

I took the keys of my room and when I entered into mah room…. found that there was no chair in the room. As I was in hurry of performing my registration formalities, ignored it. But in the evening I did informed the security guard about that. He told to write the complaint in the complaint register(which is almost full of uncorrected complaints through years). I did it. But in the evening I picked up a chair from nearby empty room as I was sure they are not gonna give me a chair(at least not in mah whole 2nd yr)

Fourth day of 2nd year

Date: 26 July, 2009

Time: 7:00 pm

I found out that my fan is running very slow(so slow that you can watch it three wings with your eyes..lolzz). Though I was sure there’s not gonna happen anything going to the guard or warden(or writing complaining in the register) but still went to inform the guard at the duty. I told him mah problem regarding fan and he told me to meet tiwari ji.. [:O]. Must be some great person(or rather say personality).. I thought… that’s why known as tiwari jiiii. I tried to search him and asked many people but no one gave me any trace of him. At last a man told me that “arre vo peeche k water coolers saaf kar raha hai.. wha dhoond lo… mil jayega”. What??

The person whom I was thinking a great personality is cleaning the water coolers(job of a sweeper.. lolzz). I hurried to the back but was not able to find him.

Fan continued to move slow day and night, becoming more slower day by day.

Ninth day of 2nd year

Date: 31 July, 2009

Time: 6:30 pm

Fan is still running slow. Frustrated again. This time seriously frustrated. “If that bastard tiwari(ji) is not gonna do anything today, I will go to the chief warden” I thought. And the hunt for tiwari continued. At last I asked the guard about the tiwari(ji) and he told me to look into the supervisor’s room. I went inside the room and in front of me was a good physique gentleman. “Must be tiwari ji, I thought” as his personality correctly matches with his so-called name tiwari jiiii. But the very next moment I thought how come this gentleman, sitting on a officer’s chair was given the work of cleaning water coolers. [:P] But the very moment he said me to go and meet tiwari jii. fuCk…!! So this is not tiwari jiiii. hooh..!! Tiwari jii not yet found. “Saala ye chutiya tiwari hai kon jo hamesha gaayab rahta hai.. Etna busy?? Vo bhi sweeper ka kaam karne me.. Lolzz.. [:P]” I thought. I went outside and read the board above the room which read “supervisor”. Oh so this gentleman was supervisor(whom I mistaken as the person who does sweeper’s work :P).

Seventeenth day of 2nd year

Date: 8 august, 2009

Time: 6:00 pm

Well till now have figured tiwari(and not tiwari jii). I dnt knw when exactly I have known him but I do remember when I first looked at him what I taught was “ ahh.. To ye hai tiwari jiiii.. bhosadi ka 4 futia… hoon…!!” and I had actually spoken these words out of my mouth. Well he is exactly like what work he is supposed to do here ( hey..!! I think I had spoken much than what I am supposed to do. By no means I want to say that sweeper’s job is too small or worthless.. every work is important in its own way.. and no one becomes small by doing that job). Well I got a electrician to speed up my fan now. Around 6 in the evening he changed the condenser( actually he was saying there’s no condenser now, so will change later on but somehow tiwari(ji) was able to give me one(nice person.. must say [J]). So I got mah fan repaired but at that time power was not there… so couldn’t checked it.

After 1 hour:

Power had came and I tried to switch on my fan. Holy fuck..!! It has stopped working [:x] it was 7 and all the electricians are out. So I am fucked badly(like always.. Ab to aadat si ho gayi hai..!!) so I had no choice other than going to tiwari jii. So I contacted him and he asked me to call on a emergency no. So did I. they said they are coming within 15 minutes but they didn’t. I made another call after half an hour and same response came this time too. Well full of tears(actually it was sweat) I again went to tiwari jii. He said “okk.. Ek minute ruk, me call karta hu… dekhta hu saale kaise nahi aate…” He made his call and told me they are on their way and asked me to wait here. Another 15 minutes passed and still no sign of those people and I again yelled at tiwari jii. He said “ accha abhi balata hu unko” . “watt?? What the fuck was he doing till now. bulaya nahi abhi tak??” I thought. So then he made his final call and those man came in about another 10 minutes and so my fan was repaired.

Thanks to tiwari ji….!!!!!

MY FIRST CD WRITING EXPERIENCE

Hey people…!!

How are you all doing…I am in deep agony that my vacations are near end. Well I want to share my one interesting experience during holidays.

From somewhere I was given a task of making a html project on Indian Tourism. Well I had studied html a quite bit in my 9th or 10th class(don’t exactly remember) but no memory of it was left in my mind. Somehow I managed to recall by reading some tutorials online. Well everything was back on track. I have got pictures and data to write already and now I was left only with coding which I completed in another couple of hours. So I bought a cd and decided to finally copy the project in it.

Well it was for the first time that I was writing a cd. So I didn’t know that directly copying the file will not work. So I just copy and pasted the file in the cd and when I opened in the cd it worked properly. So I deleted the file from original location. Now when I again opened the file to give it a final look it didn’t opened. The cd was showing zero free space and zero used space [:O]. I wondered what has happened to it. But I remembered that I had deleted the file so the very next thing I did was to restore it from the recycle bin before it gets completely deleted and would leave me nowhere. After restoring I again decided to try it once more and yes this time it worked. Aahh what the fuck… I was overwhelmed by confusion more than some pleasure that it worked this time.

So finally I decided to try this out on my di’s lapy. There it again showed that fucked up problem - zero used and zero free space. My di told than asked me how I burned the cd. Burned??? Ooooo…. What’s that?? I told her I just had copied it in the cd. Then she cleared the confusion that cd cannot be used the way you use pen-drive. If you try to just copy in it than the shortcut will be copied. Than I guessed the reason why the cd was not working when I had deleted the file from the original location. Well some confusion was over and the next task how to burn a cd?? Di told me that cd could be burned by using nero software. Well it was already installed in mah lapy but the vista doesn’t support this software. So my di did this on her lapy(windows xp rokzz [:P]). But that was readable cd so couldn’t be reused(ohh..I didn’t knew this either [:(]). So I bought another RW and R cd from the market and first decided to try it on RW cd and if everything goes fine than in R cd.

So after changing a few paths(as links and images are dependent on system in html) my project was over and so my cd was ready. Well that project taught me nothing but yeah via. It I learned how to write a cd. Thnks to those who gave me this work to do (though in the starting I was abusing them what the fuck these shirkers gave me). Learning from the life experience is the real learning [:)] and so I am a little more intelligent and knowledgeable than yesterday…. isn’t it????

ALMOST DIED TWICE TODAY

Hey people wattsup..!!

Today I escaped death twice. Interesting na .. ya but its truth.

Well folks to get rid of these boring crushed holidays I decided to join swimming classes a couple of weeks back. Though I had learned swimming last year for a month but still I was not a good swimmer. Well everything was going fine since these last two weeks but today fate has stored something bad and scary for me.

As usual I jumped in the swimming pool, splashed there for about 15 minutes and then decided to go in the deeper area..7 feet(though not that much deep but there 1 feet appears to be 10 as if multiplied by multiplication factor of our physics insipid dull experiments). When I reached at the exact center of that 7 feet deep watery grave… fuck…!! What is this…water ran into my eyes…of course there I was wearing mah swimming goggles....but water cares for none and I lost my goggles somewhere in that phenomenal water. I feel like mah eyes being abraded by that smelly chlorine water and my eyes start itching. I started loosing my control over the water….loosed all what my tutor taught me last year….started developing fear for the same and thousands thoughts passed me in a second. I was hanging somewhere in the middle neither my feet able to touch the ground nor my hands reached the parapet. Fuck man..!! I tried to move my body parts but I was stuck in the ulterior water below as if my body parts too are preparing for the holy shit and surrendered themselves. I screamed but not even the molecule next to my mouth vibrated. I forgot all my moves. Wanna feel like me?? Just jump to a 20 feet deep water without life jacket, undergo trials and tribulations which I went, you feel surely find me in yourself.

Ah..!! Bullshit What is it?? Thank god. I touched someone hand… yes.. yes… I can feel some hand pulling me and within a second I felt the parapet. Yes I am alive and am holding the parapet. I vomited about half a liter water from my mouth and my damn thing which inhales oxygen was shaking and I can feel my lungs heavy flooded with water. My fast and heavy breath continuously reminded me that I am still alive. I looked back at the water with agony, fear and disapprobation of my own self confidence.

Aah..!! For the first time it felt so nice to be alive. But it was not the end, perhaps god has more surprises for me for this day.

In the afternoon I used to go for C class. If you dnt know let me tell you I just go there for doing all the bitch and splash the mud. This is the second reason I joined some class, first one being to enjoy company of some girl(s). But fuck..!! There is no girl in mah batch. Itz destiny man…but for me it is not less than (like a) a fat assed bitch.

Well when I was returning after doing all the bullshit one of mah friend offered me a lift on his bike. Well he didn’t knew me and he had came today for the first time but I think my IIT tag has done all the wonder job that I was offered a lift. We were tripling with me in the middle. I didn’t found any place for my legs to keep upon so I decided to hang them. When we were passing a construction site there was mud(though it appears more rock than mud)and bullshit…. my left leg was stuck with the heavy mud due to heavy traffic at that place and it was constantly abraded by the rough rock. My left leg thumb was so much hurting that I tried screamed and as soon as I was about to scream by leg touched with the legs of buddy sitting beside him. Thus it bring the situation to his notice and he immediately pulled my leg and now I was safe. If it had gone for another one minute my leg was for sure had been fucked and it was about to stuck between the fast moving wheels and who knows I had to say bbye to it. Besides there were very heavy machines kept that just one collision of my bloody head can ruin me if I had fallen on it.

I thanked to god once again for the his help.

But anyways and anyhow I was saved today not only once but twice and still counting…who knows more???