right from childhood ...I have a habit of talking stuff as I see it ….this habit made family friends ask me questions ...specifically me and questions was the norm …
and my replies used to get people laughing or talking or arguing about stuff ….
like once I told a friend of my father ...how he could not address me as Edi in Malayalam and to notice how my Dad, Never used Edi as a way to address me as other Mallu men did …. I was not yet 4 then and I remember loads of dialogues that ensued between said father's friend and my parents …
I was Pleaded with, by my parents, to Not talk to elder people the way I talk to my siblings and friends …
I did not get what the hullaboo was all about and life went on …
once when we went to someone's house ...they asked me ...who according to me ...my dad loved most amongst us siblings….I immediately said None of his children he loves and everyone was laughing and wanted to know Why ….ergo I said ...he spanks All 3 of us and the only person he doesn't spank ...his wife ….ergo he only loves the wife and not his kids … that had all of them guffawing
then I fell ill in 1st grade with some viral fever and it became serious and I missed school for quite some time …. the medicine I was prescribed by my fav paediatrician was a sweet pink syrup I loved very much and I got well slowly and went back to school...ergo I used to think good medicine is supposed to be sweet and a nice pink in colour … logic of a kid no
then in 3rd grade ..I fell ill again and this time it was serious …. I guess as per protocol my dad took me to a govt prescribed hospital called KEM ie king Edward memorial hospital in my city …. defence civilians had a few pvt hospitals they could go to for care of themselves and their dependents and they would get reimbursed for their expenses …my dad had recently fought with my fav hospital called Ruby Hall Clinic due to my mom's undiagnosed illness ...she had amebiasis and it was not diagnosed by ruby hall after 3 months of treatment and biopsy …
those KEM doctors did All kinds of internal examinations on me and Loads of Tests ...I hated Each one of them …. finally when the problem refused to heal ….
my dad took me to my Fav Paediatrician ...Dr Shirole near MG Road … I loved seeing the Synagogue on my way to the Doctor's ….that is my first memory of the Red Church(the synagogue) in Pune ….when I saw it ...I knew we had reached the doctor's place ….
he did nothing to me other than one checkup with Zero internal prodding ….and then he prescribed two medicines ….one- Seven Seas Cod Liver Oil and a big fat orange tablet that came in a brown glass bottle ....
I was to swallow both the medicines ...the seven seas capsules were ok ...however that horrendously big orange tablet was a freaking pain to ingest …. one day by Pure Chance I saw the word Poison printed on the brown bottle of orange tablets and I thought a bit
then I went and read the bottle a few more times and I sat down to think …. I was very naughty as a kid ergo I got spanked quite a bit ….
then I thought ….hmmmm ...I doubt my parents like me all that much ….and now this Poison …
I am Sure these two are trying to kill me slowly ….ergo I started throwing the orange tablet …
initially I would bury the tablet in the back yard ….then I got bored and used to just chuck it in the back yard which had loads of leaves to hide my orange tablet …
one day when I was at school ….my mother swept the back yard and found a few of my expensive orange poisonous tablets ….
when I reached home from school I got a Lecture on how Dr Shirole is a pvt doctor and how we pay out of my Dad's pocket for treatment under the pvt doctor …. and How expensive the drug, I was throwing away was ….and I had to eat them to get well ….and that poison meant …. it is poisonous to anyone without a Polyp in the stomach …
I listened to my highly agitated parents and kept quite …. I ate them horrendous medicines from then on and believed I was dying a little by just eating them …
however the Opposite happened ….my Polyp went away without Surgery and I was healed ….
however from that time onwards ….I do not like doctors and examinations … plus I throw drugs away …. when I was doing MPhil and was running around for data collection and stuff ...I developed a major hormonal imbalance and was dragged to a lady gynec who was requested to counsel me about my drug throwing ways ….she gave me a stern talk and told me about being a responsible young woman and future mother and loads of jazz
I did not improve … I used to throw prescribed drugs as though my very Life depended on it LOL
except once in a blue moon ...like I eat my drug for hypothyroidism every morning without fail …
and my replies used to get people laughing or talking or arguing about stuff ….
like once I told a friend of my father ...how he could not address me as Edi in Malayalam and to notice how my Dad, Never used Edi as a way to address me as other Mallu men did …. I was not yet 4 then and I remember loads of dialogues that ensued between said father's friend and my parents …
I was Pleaded with, by my parents, to Not talk to elder people the way I talk to my siblings and friends …
I did not get what the hullaboo was all about and life went on …
once when we went to someone's house ...they asked me ...who according to me ...my dad loved most amongst us siblings….I immediately said None of his children he loves and everyone was laughing and wanted to know Why ….ergo I said ...he spanks All 3 of us and the only person he doesn't spank ...his wife ….ergo he only loves the wife and not his kids … that had all of them guffawing
then I fell ill in 1st grade with some viral fever and it became serious and I missed school for quite some time …. the medicine I was prescribed by my fav paediatrician was a sweet pink syrup I loved very much and I got well slowly and went back to school...ergo I used to think good medicine is supposed to be sweet and a nice pink in colour … logic of a kid no
then in 3rd grade ..I fell ill again and this time it was serious …. I guess as per protocol my dad took me to a govt prescribed hospital called KEM ie king Edward memorial hospital in my city …. defence civilians had a few pvt hospitals they could go to for care of themselves and their dependents and they would get reimbursed for their expenses …my dad had recently fought with my fav hospital called Ruby Hall Clinic due to my mom's undiagnosed illness ...she had amebiasis and it was not diagnosed by ruby hall after 3 months of treatment and biopsy …
those KEM doctors did All kinds of internal examinations on me and Loads of Tests ...I hated Each one of them …. finally when the problem refused to heal ….
my dad took me to my Fav Paediatrician ...Dr Shirole near MG Road … I loved seeing the Synagogue on my way to the Doctor's ….that is my first memory of the Red Church(the synagogue) in Pune ….when I saw it ...I knew we had reached the doctor's place ….
he did nothing to me other than one checkup with Zero internal prodding ….and then he prescribed two medicines ….one- Seven Seas Cod Liver Oil and a big fat orange tablet that came in a brown glass bottle ....
I was to swallow both the medicines ...the seven seas capsules were ok ...however that horrendously big orange tablet was a freaking pain to ingest …. one day by Pure Chance I saw the word Poison printed on the brown bottle of orange tablets and I thought a bit
then I went and read the bottle a few more times and I sat down to think …. I was very naughty as a kid ergo I got spanked quite a bit ….
then I thought ….hmmmm ...I doubt my parents like me all that much ….and now this Poison …
I am Sure these two are trying to kill me slowly ….ergo I started throwing the orange tablet …
initially I would bury the tablet in the back yard ….then I got bored and used to just chuck it in the back yard which had loads of leaves to hide my orange tablet …
one day when I was at school ….my mother swept the back yard and found a few of my expensive orange poisonous tablets ….
when I reached home from school I got a Lecture on how Dr Shirole is a pvt doctor and how we pay out of my Dad's pocket for treatment under the pvt doctor …. and How expensive the drug, I was throwing away was ….and I had to eat them to get well ….and that poison meant …. it is poisonous to anyone without a Polyp in the stomach …
I listened to my highly agitated parents and kept quite …. I ate them horrendous medicines from then on and believed I was dying a little by just eating them …
however the Opposite happened ….my Polyp went away without Surgery and I was healed ….
however from that time onwards ….I do not like doctors and examinations … plus I throw drugs away …. when I was doing MPhil and was running around for data collection and stuff ...I developed a major hormonal imbalance and was dragged to a lady gynec who was requested to counsel me about my drug throwing ways ….she gave me a stern talk and told me about being a responsible young woman and future mother and loads of jazz
I did not improve … I used to throw prescribed drugs as though my very Life depended on it LOL
except once in a blue moon ...like I eat my drug for hypothyroidism every morning without fail …
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