Misc. 50 A Hospital Diary

  • I thought I made it this time. The lights were bright. Something funny about the colour scheme though. I expected everyone to be in blazing white but the etherial  beings here were moving about in shades of blue. Perhaps an innovative HR manager had entered the scheme of things. I wondered if it was anybody I knew. These HR types being generally jobless have to make their presence felt, even in the celestial realm. You might wonder how they got there in the first place but being HR and all that they are forever promoting themselves.

It should be obvious by now that I figured I landed at last in heaven, but this seemed to be the Corona ward of a hospital where PPE suits fairly abounded. One of the principal  tasks of these damsels in blue seemed to be collecting blood. A bevy of them would descend on you, hold your hand lovingly – never tell your wife – poke you here there, everywhere, miserably fail in their mission with their practised ஒரு சின்ன ஊசி dialogue and in desperation call in a super sucker. These  experienced devils – sorry angels – are  specialists in this business and are forever in demand. They are also quite formidably built. You don’t want to mess with them .

 

Another thing about the language of these beings. It sounded familiar but not entirely intelligible. There seemed to be a mix of two dialects seamlessly intermingled. One cry that I constantly heard sounded like ” eidee”  ஏய்டீ and another like “yendee” ஏண்டீ

I understood the difference between Malayalam and Tamil.

 

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