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“The Bangladesh Eye Flu”
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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Place : Immigration Office Putrajaya Malaysia
Immigration Officer = IO
Me = Me
Me : Good Morning !
IO : Salamat Pagi
Me : When I move around in Malaysia, can I carry a photo-copy of my passport? I worry about losing my orignal passport.
IO : When you get arrested, police would want to see the original passport.
Me : Ahhh ! Emmm ! Ohhh ! Thank you.