Baat Cheet

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......

Kahin Door jab din dhal jaaye

As you draw near to the end of the working hours in your office, your mind begins to fill with different thoughts about the day which went past.

Did you do enough to make the day worthwhile? Or were there moments when you could have done more? Do you regret the time spent in needless browsing of the net?

So on and so forth......

It is this little brick which is going to be a part of what you are ultimately going to build in your lifetime. Was it placed right? God help me!

It makes you think of the bigger picture. Without your knowing, your life story continues to get written.

It makes you want to spend the next day better.

To place that brick correctly. As the first one of a new wing of this building, which will perhaps be the most beautiful thing you ever built.

I do not like the hollowness that gnaws at you at the end on an unproductive day. And truth be told, there have been many.....

For it has been the worst thing that I have heard being said poetically....

"Subah hoti hai, phir sham hoti hai,
Zindagi yoon hi tamam hoti hai......"

So lets banish this thought and lets resolve that we will ring in tomorrow with a gutsy cheer....

"Carpe Diem !!"