Then there is this friend of mine who is a doctor. He served as a junior resident in one of the three government hospitals who, for some very strange reasons, are located in a row near Daryaganj. What's the point in having three of them in one place, when one could have had them in different parts of the city, thereby allowing more people some easy access to healthcare. Location study? Ha! The Indian babus know better.....
Coming back to the point....
This friend of mine has a very interesting take on the sexual lives of the Muslim women. You see, quite a majority of the patients who formed a part of his OPD, were muslims who live in the the older part of the city. And this poor chap used to have a big problem in dealing with the muslim women patients. Why? Because every other day one of them would complain of having a pain or a problem "down there". And my dear friend had to give her a thorough examination including a ghastly thing called "PV". What's that? I am not going to say! Look it up for yourself if you don't mind.
And almost all the cases there was no problem at all with the patient. Intriguing, what say? This troubled the young doctors of that hospital no end.
So my friend and his colleagues came up with a theory. What they concluded that these ladies had a very depraved sex lives and, starved of sex, they sought any contact possible with the men folk. And who better to go to than a young well educated handsome looking doctor. Neatly turned out, smelling of cologne. Yummy! They called this behaviour "Jama Masjid Syndrome".
And how did this ladies of the purdah present their problems to the doctors? One can't expect them to say so in so many words. So, the first ever "Jama Masjid" OPD went like this.
"Doctor sahab, I feel pain during Baat Cheet"
"Baat Cheet?" asked my friend incredulously "Why would Baat Cheet hurt?"
"Doctor saab, you don't understand! It hurts when we do Baat Cheet during the night!"
"Oh, that! Okay...lie down please"
What a term I must say. Baat cheet. One of the most intimate conversations one can have......
Coming back to the point....
This friend of mine has a very interesting take on the sexual lives of the Muslim women. You see, quite a majority of the patients who formed a part of his OPD, were muslims who live in the the older part of the city. And this poor chap used to have a big problem in dealing with the muslim women patients. Why? Because every other day one of them would complain of having a pain or a problem "down there". And my dear friend had to give her a thorough examination including a ghastly thing called "PV". What's that? I am not going to say! Look it up for yourself if you don't mind.
And almost all the cases there was no problem at all with the patient. Intriguing, what say? This troubled the young doctors of that hospital no end.
So my friend and his colleagues came up with a theory. What they concluded that these ladies had a very depraved sex lives and, starved of sex, they sought any contact possible with the men folk. And who better to go to than a young well educated handsome looking doctor. Neatly turned out, smelling of cologne. Yummy! They called this behaviour "Jama Masjid Syndrome".
And how did this ladies of the purdah present their problems to the doctors? One can't expect them to say so in so many words. So, the first ever "Jama Masjid" OPD went like this.
"Doctor sahab, I feel pain during Baat Cheet"
"Baat Cheet?" asked my friend incredulously "Why would Baat Cheet hurt?"
"Doctor saab, you don't understand! It hurts when we do Baat Cheet during the night!"
"Oh, that! Okay...lie down please"
What a term I must say. Baat cheet. One of the most intimate conversations one can have......
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