Its a long time I had scribbled something. I really wanted to write a post in Tamil and also have started the ground work, but the post didn't turn out well, even in the draft stage. Getting the correct tamil word and using the right tone is not that easy. May be I can try Tamil post for a cinema review, not for any general post.
Next thing I thought was to write a post on my life itself. A kind of biography. Some interesting incidents that happened till a point in my life. About my family, study, teachers, love (infact, infactuation) and other general things. But that require some amount of confession and not sure whether anyone will be interested to read that at all. Anyhow, that will be useful for me in my old age. I can myself read that and smile :)
So, what to write? Yeah, today there happened an interesting incident to write. Today I took the T-Nagar route to reach my office instead of my regular Guindy route. Got down at T-Nagar bus stand and crossed the road to reach the opposite terminus. As usual, watched the right, left and started crossing the road. I missed the third point "to the right again".. In a flash, I heard a kreeeech sound and damn, I was hit by a speeding pulsar. I was infact crossing the road when vehicles at the other end are on the red-signal. But my time, I dont know where the hell that pulsar came from. Good that it had disk brakes, but both of us had a skid. He stood up and asked "Dont you look up when crossing the road?". I was just looking at him and beside him, for he was the only vehicle on the road while other two-wheelers are still waiting for the green signal. He understood therez a fault on his side as well. He was just rushing through the signal before it went green, and I was walking without seeing "to the right again". It was now my turn to fire him, but somehow I didnt think of even speaking to him. Happened has happened and there is no Cntrl+Z in life. So, I just went with my "What Next?" mind-set. Meantime, I sensed a burning irritation in my right hand fingers. Before I crossed the other part of the road, I could see the red-liquid oozing through my right palm and dripping down. My palm has completely turned red-wet and I couldnt guess where is the source of injury. Wrapping around the kerchief in the palm as temporary measure (remembering Man Vs Wild), I purchased a water bottle from the bus stand, cleaned up the hand to see what really happened. Except thumb finger, that luckily escaped, all other 4 fingers got a good bruise and dripping red. One guy who was patiently watching me so far, finally asked "enna sir aachu? blood varuthu?." Good fellow. I asked him to check if there is any blood indication around my neck. Thats really dangerous getting hit on head. Sometime, we cannot feel pain immediately if hit in head (my own experience when i broke my head some 15yrs back). Only when the thakkali chutney comes out, we will realize that we are out :).. That guy checked and said "NO".. Thank god.
I thought i will manage, but my kerchief has fully gone red-wet, and the conditions were demanding to pay a visit to some local hospital immediately. I started searching for clinic near the bus stand, but it was around 9.30am and no clinic was open by that time. I couldnt spot any big hospitals around. One medical shop guy then said Go to right, left and "again right", there will be a clinic.Luckily one lady doctor was available by that time, and I was the Patient Number-2. While waiting for my turn, I took a very good snap of my injured bloody fingers.. (bright sun light and red tone, the picture came real cool. but not to publish anyway). Needless to say I was waiting with anticipation of how the doctor will look like. I could hear Patient-1 (lady patient) speaking and laughing loud with the doctor. Good voice you know. Mambalam area, good voice, I was just waiting for my turn (no bad thoughts, okay). The moment came and with my pulse shooting, I entered in the small clinic. Oops, that was quite a disappointment. Don't ask me anything more. Its just a disappointment. I thought it was worth shedding some extra red-liquid and find other clinic. I dont understand why lady doctors dont look like Iniya in Mounaguru or Sneha in VasoolRaja. Anyhow, shez not really that bad, but definitely not upto my expectation. But no other clinic was open that time. Also, a doctor is a doctor is a doctor. You should really respect doctors.!!.
She then asked some boring questions like "how did this happen", "was the road too rough.." etc. and then some ok-ok questions like "did the wheel run over your finger", "any injury to head" and some interesting questions like "what is your name", "how old are you", "what are u doing?" etc.. Finally she took that hot-n-spicy liquid (tincture?.. may be I didnt answer few questions correctly) and coolly wiped off the blood. dressing'aam.!!.. (sema erichala irundhudhu theriyumaa...! but, naan endha reaction'um kaatalaye..!) She then asked her maid (she was the one who allotted me token-2. she was also one reason to raise my expectation about the doctor. labour'ey ippadi irukkanganna!!!) to purchase a TT from nearby medical shop and injected me a dose. (Me-> Doctor, pant'aaa?;; Doctor -> No, T-shirt). The she gave tablets and said the me below thing..
GREY - 2 times a day for 3 days, WHITE - three times a day for 2 days, YELLOW - 1/2 for 2 times a day for 2 days. It was really funny to hear this colorful prescription (Remembering, BBROY of Great Britain...!), but that's how the tables looked like, and it was really easy for me to remember as well. Finally the grey one turned out to be Amox, White nothing but Calpol and the Yellow one, just a pain killer.
Now the important part. I asked her whether she is going to put bandage on my fingers. (remember the "yaaradi nee mohini" scene, that fight-blood-nayanthaara-dhanush-bandage-bondage scene?) You know, a bandage will be equally good to create a scene in office (indha cinema kaaranga dhaan ippadeena). I can also buy some additional time for submitting the test plan document. (sir, kaila adi patturukku sir.. homework ezhudha mudiyala, kind of). But she looked at me without any expression (damn!) and said, "No bandage. Leave the wound open and apply this ointment. Two days.. it will dry" (ennadi, karuvaada sollara maadhiri sollara.. rendu naalla kanjidumnu!!). I had a lot of time to reach office and hence no idea of leaving her. I asked "Then, are you going to apply the ointment to me now?". She again gave a useless look as said "ippo venam. office'kku illa veetu'kku poi neeyey apply pannikko.".. I really felt the pain is getting better than the doctor. She then charged 2 green notes, but she is really a good doctor. I now need to leave, as patient number-3 was waiting to put kadalai ("indha podavai enga doctor edutheenga", "ungalukku indha color eduppa irukku", "ayyo, indha jacket indha podavaikku nalla suit aayirukku" kind of local kadala) . Anyhow, Pat-3 was one other not-pakkable lady.
After reaching office, I swallowed three color tablets sincerely, and then opened the ointment. It was exactly like grease. The Fourth color. (Remembered the joke.. "sari da naye.. poradhu pora.. andha grease dabbava eduthu kudthuttu po.".). An Iodine based ointment it seems. Soon as I applied the ointment on the wound, I spelled that "one word".. attributing it to that doctor.. But again, it was a good ointment. I can type this blog right now even with 80% of my fingers (4 out of 5!) hurt.. The salt in it really dries up the wound like anything.
Now the toughest part is how to inform this injury to my family. If its a small cut/wound, I can play hide and seek, till it heals. But, bruises on 4 right hand fingers is not very easy to hide, and soon I ask for a spoon, I need to face the "why?". Better to confess it myself. Again, if I say the bike-hit story, I need to hear atleast two hours of advice from my family and that will continue for atleast one week. Its really torturing you know. No one wantedly steps in the way of a running metal, except suicide. So I made up a story myself. "Its a small injury while doing work in my office" (sorry extreme!). Though the reason lacks logic, they wont query too much when I use the keyword "work place", "office" kind-of. You see, its a technical accident now. If they ask more, then I will further use "router", "switch", "chassis" kind of systematically-technically-complex and brutal keywords. I know, they definitely will not like to hear these words. My father was in a good mood today. He just said "Take care, and if you want to get healed soon, dip your finger in the kaara-kuzhambu bowl".. Nice advice, but I said "paravalla, I have a similar ointment.. That will do". Later he searched his First Aid Kit and came back with some other color ointment he had, but I had to override that with my lady prescribed one. No more colors invited.
So, thats close to the end of story folks. Now, why the hell am i writing this blog. Few simple reasons.
1. If I keep my fingers straight, wide and still, it feels like swelling, and I feel like ghost waiting to kill someone. Fingers on keyboard is definitely an exercise.
2. Injection is now showing effect. It pains somewhere deep inside the shoulder when moving the arm. (if she had listened to my other option, this arm pain could have been avoided... fine.. women never listen to men!). Scrolling this page back and forth for spelling correction, masala addition etc. gives some "feels-good" movement around the arm..
3. If at all there comes a chance to write a post, grab it.. dont miss it :)
4. Reddy has recently posted a masala blog. I dont go well with commercial competitors :)
Few weeks back, I was really (real really!) thinking "how will it be if my fingers are hurt". Since fingers are the main investment to an IT engineer (of course for everyone, but computers need fingers a lot), I was thinking of this negative case. Today, I got a demo of how it really feels. Thanking him for limiting it with a demo, and I have to say it "Engineers.. take care of your fingers..". Ending with a nice quote that I read long back "No one realizes that we have five fingers in a hand, until we lose one..". Today, I realized "Four Fingers".
Next thing I thought was to write a post on my life itself. A kind of biography. Some interesting incidents that happened till a point in my life. About my family, study, teachers, love (infact, infactuation) and other general things. But that require some amount of confession and not sure whether anyone will be interested to read that at all. Anyhow, that will be useful for me in my old age. I can myself read that and smile :)
So, what to write? Yeah, today there happened an interesting incident to write. Today I took the T-Nagar route to reach my office instead of my regular Guindy route. Got down at T-Nagar bus stand and crossed the road to reach the opposite terminus. As usual, watched the right, left and started crossing the road. I missed the third point "to the right again".. In a flash, I heard a kreeeech sound and damn, I was hit by a speeding pulsar. I was infact crossing the road when vehicles at the other end are on the red-signal. But my time, I dont know where the hell that pulsar came from. Good that it had disk brakes, but both of us had a skid. He stood up and asked "Dont you look up when crossing the road?". I was just looking at him and beside him, for he was the only vehicle on the road while other two-wheelers are still waiting for the green signal. He understood therez a fault on his side as well. He was just rushing through the signal before it went green, and I was walking without seeing "to the right again". It was now my turn to fire him, but somehow I didnt think of even speaking to him. Happened has happened and there is no Cntrl+Z in life. So, I just went with my "What Next?" mind-set. Meantime, I sensed a burning irritation in my right hand fingers. Before I crossed the other part of the road, I could see the red-liquid oozing through my right palm and dripping down. My palm has completely turned red-wet and I couldnt guess where is the source of injury. Wrapping around the kerchief in the palm as temporary measure (remembering Man Vs Wild), I purchased a water bottle from the bus stand, cleaned up the hand to see what really happened. Except thumb finger, that luckily escaped, all other 4 fingers got a good bruise and dripping red. One guy who was patiently watching me so far, finally asked "enna sir aachu? blood varuthu?." Good fellow. I asked him to check if there is any blood indication around my neck. Thats really dangerous getting hit on head. Sometime, we cannot feel pain immediately if hit in head (my own experience when i broke my head some 15yrs back). Only when the thakkali chutney comes out, we will realize that we are out :).. That guy checked and said "NO".. Thank god.
I thought i will manage, but my kerchief has fully gone red-wet, and the conditions were demanding to pay a visit to some local hospital immediately. I started searching for clinic near the bus stand, but it was around 9.30am and no clinic was open by that time. I couldnt spot any big hospitals around. One medical shop guy then said Go to right, left and "again right", there will be a clinic.Luckily one lady doctor was available by that time, and I was the Patient Number-2. While waiting for my turn, I took a very good snap of my injured bloody fingers.. (bright sun light and red tone, the picture came real cool. but not to publish anyway). Needless to say I was waiting with anticipation of how the doctor will look like. I could hear Patient-1 (lady patient) speaking and laughing loud with the doctor. Good voice you know. Mambalam area, good voice, I was just waiting for my turn (no bad thoughts, okay). The moment came and with my pulse shooting, I entered in the small clinic. Oops, that was quite a disappointment. Don't ask me anything more. Its just a disappointment. I thought it was worth shedding some extra red-liquid and find other clinic. I dont understand why lady doctors dont look like Iniya in Mounaguru or Sneha in VasoolRaja. Anyhow, shez not really that bad, but definitely not upto my expectation. But no other clinic was open that time. Also, a doctor is a doctor is a doctor. You should really respect doctors.!!.
She then asked some boring questions like "how did this happen", "was the road too rough.." etc. and then some ok-ok questions like "did the wheel run over your finger", "any injury to head" and some interesting questions like "what is your name", "how old are you", "what are u doing?" etc.. Finally she took that hot-n-spicy liquid (tincture?.. may be I didnt answer few questions correctly) and coolly wiped off the blood. dressing'aam.!!.. (sema erichala irundhudhu theriyumaa...! but, naan endha reaction'um kaatalaye..!) She then asked her maid (she was the one who allotted me token-2. she was also one reason to raise my expectation about the doctor. labour'ey ippadi irukkanganna!!!) to purchase a TT from nearby medical shop and injected me a dose. (Me-> Doctor, pant'aaa?;; Doctor -> No, T-shirt). The she gave tablets and said the me below thing..
GREY - 2 times a day for 3 days, WHITE - three times a day for 2 days, YELLOW - 1/2 for 2 times a day for 2 days. It was really funny to hear this colorful prescription (Remembering, BBROY of Great Britain...!), but that's how the tables looked like, and it was really easy for me to remember as well. Finally the grey one turned out to be Amox, White nothing but Calpol and the Yellow one, just a pain killer.
Now the important part. I asked her whether she is going to put bandage on my fingers. (remember the "yaaradi nee mohini" scene, that fight-blood-nayanthaara-dhanush-bandage-bondage scene?) You know, a bandage will be equally good to create a scene in office (indha cinema kaaranga dhaan ippadeena). I can also buy some additional time for submitting the test plan document. (sir, kaila adi patturukku sir.. homework ezhudha mudiyala, kind of). But she looked at me without any expression (damn!) and said, "No bandage. Leave the wound open and apply this ointment. Two days.. it will dry" (ennadi, karuvaada sollara maadhiri sollara.. rendu naalla kanjidumnu!!). I had a lot of time to reach office and hence no idea of leaving her. I asked "Then, are you going to apply the ointment to me now?". She again gave a useless look as said "ippo venam. office'kku illa veetu'kku poi neeyey apply pannikko.".. I really felt the pain is getting better than the doctor. She then charged 2 green notes, but she is really a good doctor. I now need to leave, as patient number-3 was waiting to put kadalai ("indha podavai enga doctor edutheenga", "ungalukku indha color eduppa irukku", "ayyo, indha jacket indha podavaikku nalla suit aayirukku" kind of local kadala) . Anyhow, Pat-3 was one other not-pakkable lady.
After reaching office, I swallowed three color tablets sincerely, and then opened the ointment. It was exactly like grease. The Fourth color. (Remembered the joke.. "sari da naye.. poradhu pora.. andha grease dabbava eduthu kudthuttu po.".). An Iodine based ointment it seems. Soon as I applied the ointment on the wound, I spelled that "one word".. attributing it to that doctor.. But again, it was a good ointment. I can type this blog right now even with 80% of my fingers (4 out of 5!) hurt.. The salt in it really dries up the wound like anything.
Now the toughest part is how to inform this injury to my family. If its a small cut/wound, I can play hide and seek, till it heals. But, bruises on 4 right hand fingers is not very easy to hide, and soon I ask for a spoon, I need to face the "why?". Better to confess it myself. Again, if I say the bike-hit story, I need to hear atleast two hours of advice from my family and that will continue for atleast one week. Its really torturing you know. No one wantedly steps in the way of a running metal, except suicide. So I made up a story myself. "Its a small injury while doing work in my office" (sorry extreme!). Though the reason lacks logic, they wont query too much when I use the keyword "work place", "office" kind-of. You see, its a technical accident now. If they ask more, then I will further use "router", "switch", "chassis" kind of systematically-technically-complex and brutal keywords. I know, they definitely will not like to hear these words. My father was in a good mood today. He just said "Take care, and if you want to get healed soon, dip your finger in the kaara-kuzhambu bowl".. Nice advice, but I said "paravalla, I have a similar ointment.. That will do". Later he searched his First Aid Kit and came back with some other color ointment he had, but I had to override that with my lady prescribed one. No more colors invited.
So, thats close to the end of story folks. Now, why the hell am i writing this blog. Few simple reasons.
1. If I keep my fingers straight, wide and still, it feels like swelling, and I feel like ghost waiting to kill someone. Fingers on keyboard is definitely an exercise.
2. Injection is now showing effect. It pains somewhere deep inside the shoulder when moving the arm. (if she had listened to my other option, this arm pain could have been avoided... fine.. women never listen to men!). Scrolling this page back and forth for spelling correction, masala addition etc. gives some "feels-good" movement around the arm..
3. If at all there comes a chance to write a post, grab it.. dont miss it :)
4. Reddy has recently posted a masala blog. I dont go well with commercial competitors :)
Few weeks back, I was really (real really!) thinking "how will it be if my fingers are hurt". Since fingers are the main investment to an IT engineer (of course for everyone, but computers need fingers a lot), I was thinking of this negative case. Today, I got a demo of how it really feels. Thanking him for limiting it with a demo, and I have to say it "Engineers.. take care of your fingers..". Ending with a nice quote that I read long back "No one realizes that we have five fingers in a hand, until we lose one..". Today, I realized "Four Fingers".
