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The Bangladesh Eye Flu

The Bangladesh Eye Flu
(Sarbjit Singh)

Sarbjit Singh

It was probably sometime in 1971 when I was around 12 years old that there was a very widespread epidemic of eye flu christened Bangladesh Eye flu. It was probably named so because this was brought in by the huge influx of Bangladeshi refugees into India around the time of Indo-Pak war. Very infectious, every third or fourth person seemed to be getting it.

As boarders in PPS (The Punjab Public School, Nabha, Punjab, India) there were very few ways of getting away from classes. Worse still, probably the only way to be able to go home during regular school days was if we got very sick. This Bangladesh Eye Flu was like a gift from God. Those who were getting ‘red eyes’ were sent home immediately because of fear of spread of the disease.

These kinds of ‘gifts’ however have a way of playing hard to get, really hard to get. I and some of my close ‘associates’ just wouldn’t get it no matter how hard we tried. We even tried touching the eyes of the inflicted individuals and then touching our own. Nope, it just wouldn’t happen. Damn ! what do we do now?

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Who Am I ?

“Who Am I?”
(Sarbjit)

“Who am I?”
is quite a,
good question!

A regular guy,
with a perfect family,
or a perfect guy,
with a regular family?

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“My Tryst With God”

“My Tryst With God”
( Sarbjit Singh )

I was born in a Sikh family and religion was an integral and important part of life. My father was an eye doctor and my mother was a convent educated girl from Malaya (now Malaysia). Though important, our religious rituals didn’t go beyond getting together in the evenings and reciting from the “Nitnem Gutka”, a collection of five religious prayers. My father however, did try to read through a couple of pages of the Guru Granth Sahib, the religious book of the Sikhs every day. Though religious minded or should I say spiritual, he was not a fanatic and believed in interpreting religion logically.

I was a very curious kid from ever since I remember and wanted answers to all that happened around me. My father would try to answer my questions whenever he had the time. Besides medicine, (more…)

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“Give them a finger, and they’ll take the whole hand” : Sarbjit

“Give them a finger, and they’ll take the whole hand”

(One Act Play based on real life incident)

(Scene 1)

Receptionist on the phone:
Sir, I am calling from Dr Shamsher Singh Eye Hospital. Is Mr Kirpal Singh there?

Answer: No such person here

Receptionist: But this number was given by him to the hospital. He was supposed to come for eye surgery today at 7.30am. His surgery is scheduled for 10:00am. It is already 9:30am.

Answer: Ok, he is coming.

(Scene 2)

11.30AM

Man: My name is Kirpal Singh. I have come for my operation.

Reception: But Sir, you are too late. The surgery list is over.

Kirpal Singh: I was busy. Do my surgery now.

Reception: Sorry Sir, that is not possible.

Kirpal Singh: OK, do it on Monday morning.

Reception: Sorry Sir, It can now be rescheduled only for next Friday.

Kirpal Singh: You think I have no other work? Do it on Monday.

Reception: You can speak to the doctor.

Doctor: Yes Mr Kirpal Singh. How may I help you.

Kirpal Singh: Do my surgery on Monday. I am busy on other days.

Doctor: Mr Kirpal Singh, we are doing your surgery free of cost under charitable clinic.We are fully booked on other days. We can schedule your surgery only on Friday. If it doesn’t suit you, you can get it done elsewhere.

Kirpal Singh: OK Sir, I’ll come on Friday.

[Happy Ending]

(Sarbjit Singh)

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Is it Wisdom or Defeat ?

R.I.P. Mr. Honest

R.I.P. Mr. Honest

This is a story of early nineties when one fine morning a turbaned sikh along with his young wife was traveling from Delhi to Punjab in a white hard top Maruti Gypsy jeep. They had just checked out of a hotel and were all excited to go home. Very near the Inter State Bus Terminus in New Delhi, they were flagged down at a police check-post by three uniformed Delhi police constables.

After examining the relevant car papers and finding all in order, they started to ask some mundane questions like; “Why the jeep’s headlight glass is not blackened in the upper half?” “The car number plate is a little small.” etc. etc.

It was by now obvious to the couple that thepolice were just harassing them to get some bribe out. As the policemen discussed something with their officer who sat in a small cubical on the roadside, the young couple started to have an argument. The wife suggested that they give a little bribe and then they could be on their way. The husband would not budge from his committed stand of “No Bribing!”.
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A Rat and I

A Rat

A Rat

I sat at the edge of the bed with one leg dangling.Was busy playing with my new iPhone, unmindful of the unpleasant experience that I was going to encounter.

I was to be startled by sudden movement of something on my still dangling leg. As if by reflex, my hand, with all the energy and quickness,went down to grab my thigh. I suddenly realized that a small little brat rat had ventured into my pajamas and was going up towards the forbidden area. What nerve and balls does this rat have?No, no buddy. This is a no entry zone. I jumped and shook the leg and the whole body as if being electrocuted. Before I knew it, the rat had beaten a retreat and had run under the bed. I took my slipper, the only potential weapon that I had near me and banged it against the bed and on the floor trying to scare the rat out.No, the rat wasn’t coming out.
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