What a pity I was
out for the count! The general anesthesia had wafted me into a euphoric
state, while my mother and husband paced the corridor outside the
They were not along
in their anxiety, I gathered later. A huddle of parents and grandparents
to be, wrong their hands in nervous tension at the other end of
the corridor. A large clock ticked ominously on the wall and as
the minutes crawled by, cancer sticks were being puffed at incessantly
by the gentlemen in both families. While the other family waited
with bated breath for the first wail of their baby, mine waited
impatiently for the nasty growth in my anatomy to be removed.
The door of the operation
theatre squeaked open suddenly and all eyes were riveted on the
'sanctum sanctorum' . An unrecognizable surgeon emerged in mask,
cap, gown and what have you! In her hand she cautiously held a kidney
the outcome be?" the thought was foremost in the minds of both
families as they darted forward. The other group pipped mine at
the post and surrounded the unsuspecting and engrossed doctor, who
with eyes still riveted on the tray, wasted no time in going into
the sickening details of the very "difficult" operation.
"We had to inject
a dye to see how far to cut", she said, "and then we made
the first incision …." While she continued in this vein,
the hopeful yet hapless father looked at the tray, more and more
Why didn't they hear
the infant's cry? Where was the bundle of joy they had waited nine
long months for? Was it that lifeless chunk of flesh in the kidney
tray? Why was it so motionless? The doctor was saying nothing about
the sex of the child …. Of course, it must be a girl ….
nowonder, she showed no excitement ….
sa'ab", mumbled the young father-to-be "how is my wife
… the mother of my baby?"
what baby …?" asked Dr. Chaudhary incredulously. Then
looking into the circle of pale, expectant faces, she realised that
her patient's she realised that her patient's husband was not amount
these …. "where is Veronica's husband?", she asked
"Here we are!"
yelled my mother as she broke the human cordon, and rushed to the
doctor. "How is my daughter, doctor?" she asked.
Poor Dr. Chaudhary
thrust the kidney tray with the piece of my dissected anatomy nestling
in it, under my mother's nose and nonchanlantly went into a repeat
performance, narrating the complications of the fistula operation.
A loud wail rent the air and it was a young nurse now that slipped
out of the O.T., bearing a screaming infant … This time, the
Gupta family members were rooted to the spot. They were not going
to be fooled again.
"Mr. Gupta !
you have a son!" the nurse announced.
While the Guptas
shot forward jubilantly to inspect their pride and joy, an exhausted
Dr. Chaudhary walked into the O.T. bearing here kidney tray, leaving
behind my poor mother still reeling under the effect of the gory
details of the operation. She walked away nauseated mumbling to
her son-in-law! "one man's meat sure is another man's poison
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