Chapter 1
Salim throws his keys down on the hallway table and strolls into the family room, undoing his tie. It had been a grueling day at work; he drops his tie and jacket on the nearest chair and rubs his tired eyes. His parents are doing what they usually do when he gets home from work, his father scrutinizing the paper and his mother, pottering around. He looks at his Dad wearily. “Dad, you did remember to invite everyone to the engagement party didn’t you?” His father sighs and lowers his paper, looking disparagingly at his son through the bottom half of his bifocals. “Of course Salim, how could I forget, after all, you’re always so busy with your work. In my day I would do all my own work and all your grandfather’s, how the world is changing.” He said, shaking his head disapprovingly and lifting his paper back to eye level.
“Oh come on,” tuts Salim’s mum, gazing adoringly at her son whilst giving her husband a light shove on the shoulder, “can’t you see how tired he is? My poor son, he work so hard and all you can do is criticize him.” She plants a light kiss on Salim’s forehead and gathers up his jacket and briefcase. “Don’t worry Mum, I don’t think Dad understands how different the working world is these days.” He says pointedly “The pressure is just crazy, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad, back in your day.” Salim runs his hand through his stylish hair; his engagement to Shaheen has been at the forefront of all his thoughts. A sales executive for a mobile phone company by profession, Salim’s good looks coupled with his dynamic nature made him the perfect catch for Shaheen, a secretary for a construction company. He met Shaheen, his betrothed, through a sales call. “Ok Dad,” Salim began “let’s go through the list, who have you invited?” He lowered his paper again, irritably. “Ok, if you insist. Firstly, Shaheen, secondly her parents and brother, thirdly your friends Nikhil, Priya, Kumar and Ali. Your boss Mr. Malhotra and then some more friends, oh and my sister and her family, your chachu and his family and some of the neighbor’s.” He gasped for air. “My goodness! In my day an engagement was just a family affair, people won’t be able to tell the difference between this and the reception!”
Salim ignored his father’s comments; he just wanted everything to be perfect. “That’s great, now we have the guest list complete did you manage to speak to my friend Mac about being the dj?” He sighed in annoyance. “Yes of course I have, seeing as you are too busy to do it. By the way you are taking the day off work tomorrow aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question, but Salim shook his head. “I can’t Dad. I really can’t, it’s the end of the month and I have to close some deals, and not to mention the appraisal I have coming up.” Salim ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled, reeling at the tasks ahead of him. “I have to be promoted to regional manager before the wedding. God, there’s so much to do and such little time to do it in. I’ll try to be home by five though.” He said to his father, trying to placate him.
“Ok son.” Salim did have a lot going on, he deserved a little break, thought his father, kindly. “Why don’t you freshen up and come and have dinner with us? We waited for you, and then get to bed, tomorrow will be a long day for you.” Salim looked at his dad guiltily, biting his lip in remorse. “I’ve already had dinner Dad, I had a dinner meeting with clients but you guys carry on, I need to get to bed.” His father’s kindness subsided into annoyance and so did Salim’s guilt, as he walked off towards his bedroom, trying to ignore his father’s comments, “you should have dinner with us once in a while Salim…I may as well talk to the wall.” His mother began to defend him, as usual, “oh leave him alone, can’t you see how stressed he is? Poor thing has so much work pressure…”
Salim stepped inside his room, thankful to get away from all the banter. He kicked off his shoes and flopped down on his bed whilst dialing Shaheen’s number, she answered almost immediately.
“Salim, where have you been? Why haven’t you called me? I’ve been waiting for your call all evening and don’t give me excuses, excuses about client meetings, but anyway.” She stopped to draw breath, and then barreled on, “I have three outfits for tomorrow’s party, a pink one, violet one and dark blue, what do you think Salim? Why aren’t you saying anything Salim?” Salim tried to get a word in but she continued. “I think I’ll go for the pink one, what do you think, I know you love me in pink! Oh by the way, my Dad has a Momo design watch for you, isn’t that nice of him, anyway Salim, my battery’s dying, I’ll speak to you tomorrow. Take care, sweet dreams, kiss kiss.” She put the phone down, not realizing that Salim was already in a deep sleep.
Chapter Two
Mac the DJ, was the first to arrive at the party, making his usual grand entrance and almost crashing into the table in the hallway, making Mrs. Khan cringe. Salim’s Dad welcomes him and shows him where to set up his equipment.
“So, Mr. Mac, you will be playing some golden oldies for us tonight, won’t you?” He slaps the uber trendy Mac on the back and hopes that he will tell him what he wants to hear.
“Err sure Khan saab, but mixed with a bit of bhangra, a bit of funk, a bit of soul.” He starts to set up his equipment, missing the weary look of disappointment on Mr. Khan’s face. He sighs, hoping he won’t get a headache from the music.
Salim whistles in appreciation as he notes the activity around him, he had just arrived from another stressful day at work, but seeing everything in place, he began to unwind. “Hey Mac,” Salim high fives Mac “how’s it going?”
“Good, good,” says Mac, riffling through his music collection, Salim looks over his shoulder in approval; he was pleased with Mac’s music collection. This was good; he thought to himself with satisfactory smile, this party was going to be great. “We’re going to rock this place tonight Mac!” Buoyed up with enthusiasm, he bounds out of the room, calling out to Mac behind, “Just going to change buddy, keep up the good work!”
Salim almost crashes into his Dad, whilst rushing upstairs to change. “Careful Salim!”
“Sorry Dad!” The doorbell rang. “Get that please Dad, I have to change.” Salim rushes off again, Mr. Khan proceeds to the door, muttering under his breath about how he has to do everything for everyone.
He opens the door and is greeted by a vision in pink, Shaheen, with her parents and brother, she is beaming away. Mr. Khan’s welcomes them all. Shaheen looked radiant in pink, her dress accentuated her perfect figure and glowing skin. She looked every inch, the blushing bride to be.
“Salaam” said Shaheen to her father in law, shyly.
“Alaykum salaam Shaheen.” He touches her forehead and blesses her with a long and happy life.
“Where is Mum?” She looks around the room, trying to find her mother in law.
“She’s is in the kitchen, putting the final touches on the food, go ahead.” He gestures towards the kitchen with his hand and she walks towards the kitchen, her mother follows her, nodding a greeting to Mr. Khan. Shaheen’s brother heads towards Mac, at the DJ stand, wanting to avoid the father’s talking about what they usually do.
“Salaam alaykum Khan saab, how are you?” Booms Shaheen’s father, gripping his hand firmly, and shaking it vigorously.
“I am good, good thanks. How about you?”
“Yes fine, can you believe the climate? Hot one day, cold the next, what is going on in the world?”
“I know, I know,” enthuses Mr. Khan, happy to discuss his favorite topic. “I think it’s the global warming syndrome, all this glasshouse effect and these gases that we use in deodorants, don’t you?” Shaheen’s father looks at him in confusion.
“Yes, yes, I totally agree, the glasshouse effect.” The doorbell rings again, tearing himself away from the enjoyable conversation; Mr. Khan excuses himself and rushes off to welcome the other guests.
As the rest of the guests begin to trickle in, Mac introduces some gentle music to get everyone in the party mood. Salim’s friends, neighbors colleagues and family all start to mingle and get acquainted with each other, by the time Salim changes and makes an entrance, the party is in full swing.
Chapter 3
The atmosphere was thronging with a lively mixture of music, chatter and laughter. The guests were all present and comfortably mingling with each other, and enjoying the delicious canapés that were being passed around by Mrs. Khan and one of her friends. Mrs. Khan was in her element, happiness exuded from every pore making her positively shine, and perspire a little. She couldn’t help gazing at Shaheen at every interval, thinking how lucky the girl was to be marrying her precious son, she would make a point to tell her later. Salim checked himself in the mirror in the hallway; satisfied with his appearance he followed the sounds of music and laughter. He stood in the doorway surveying the inviting scene before him, he smiled, this was going to be one amazing party he thought as his fiancée – the first to see him – shrieked.
“Salim! There you are!” Everyone turned around and an awe filled silence descended across the room. Salim looked dashing in his crisp white shirt, which complimented his tanned skin and the beige blazer he wore with it. The look was finished off with black moleskin trousers and casual loafers. Shaheen advanced towards him, the crowd oohed and aahed at the beautiful couple.
Salim took in Shaheen, in all her glory. She looked sparkly and stunning, pink really was her colour, he thought, thanking his good fortune for finding someone like her. Her dewy skin glowed, as she reached his side and beamed at him. For that moment, he lost himself in her hazel eyes. Mr. Khan cleared his throat, embarrassed at the public show of intimacy, both Shaheen and Salim jumped back, startled and smiled sheepishly. Mr. Khan coughed and hushed the crowd, who had begun to whisper excitedly.
“Dear friends, family and new family.” He looked at Shaheen’s parents as everyone laughed; he flushed with pleasure at the response as he carried on with his speech.
“I would like to announce the engagement of my son, Salim, to the lovely Shaheen. May God bless them both.” The crowd agreed good-naturedly. Another silence washed over the room as Salim reached inside his jacket and produced a red velvet box. Shaheen’s friend appeared by her side and handed her a black velvet box. Salim opened his box first and produced a dazzling diamond ring; Shaheen feigned surprise and gasped, even though she was the one that had chosen it. She held out her left hand and Salim slipped the ring on to her slender finger. The crowd applauded. Shaheen opened the little black box, amidst admiring her own ring and took out a masculine silver band. She took Salim’s hand and put it on his finger. They crowd went wild with applause and wolf whistles.
Both their parents came forward and congratulated the happy couple. “So Salim” boomed Shaheen’s father, “I have to forewarn you about my daughter, she is just like her mother, they always get their own way.” He winked at his son in law to be.
“Good luck with that!” He laughed, Shaheen rolled her eyes.
“Just ignore him.” She whispered to Salim.
“I will.” He whispered back. They both chuckled. All the guests began crowding around them, conveying their congratulations and happiness and admiring Shaheen’s ring. The music escalated and Mac called out for everyone to hit the dance floor. The older members of the party began dispersing to the corners of the room, talking away whilst all the younger ones began to head to the centre of the room, towards the celebrated dance floor.
The music got louder and louder, Mr. Khan touched his temple, which was already beginning to throb, and muttered something about going to get a Aspirin. Most of Salim and Shaheen’s friends had already started showing off on the dance floor, gyrating stylishly to the catchy beat, Mac knew exactly which tunes lured the crowd. As the beat became louder and catchier, more people joined the crowd on the dance floor. Salim and Shaheen canoodled on the edge of the dance floor, across the room, their mothers watched them.
“They make such a lovely couple, don’t they?” Said Shaheen’s mum dreamily.
“Hmmm,” replied Mrs. Khan, slightly wearily. “My son has very high standards you know.”
“That’s why he chose my daughter.” Mrs. Khan smiled tersely. They watched the happy couple being practically lifted onto the dance floor.
Shaheen squealed above all the noise. “Let’s show them how it’s done Salim.”
“You got it.” He shouted back, swinging her around, as the crowd surrounded them clapping and cheering them on. Gradually everyone started to move into the floor, joining them, Shaheen floated towards her friends and Salim’s friends moved into towards him. As a popular bhangra beat started playing, the crowd went wild; Nikhil and Kumar lifted Salim onto their shoulders and spun him round to the beat. They eventually lowered him back down to the floor, and joined the lively dancing around them. Just then there was a huge thud, the ones who saw Salim slip and fall, gasped and the other’s stopped dancing and immediately gathered around him. Someone gestured for Mac to turn the volume down, as he did, the parents and the rest of the guests rushed forward.
Salim was rolling around on the floor in pain. “Oh my goodness!” Cried Mrs. Khan rushing to her son’s side.
“Calm down, he’s just fallen.” Said a calm Mr. Khan, “Are you ok Salim?” Before he could answer, Mr. Khan was gesturing for the boys to move Salim onto the sofa in the corner of the room. Everyone was whispering around them, through tears, Shaheen clung to Salim’s other side as his friends carried him to the sofa. The vibrant atmosphere had suddenly transformed into gloom, as everyone concernedly gathered around the injured Salim, who seemed to be managing his pain with a brave face.
Chapter Four
As they all gathered around Salim, whispering and speculating on what would happen next, Salim cleared his throat, appalled at their lack of action.
“Will somebody call the emergency department of Leelatai hospital please.” He said tersely, irritated by all the commotion. “Can someone call them now and find out if there is an orthopedic doctor on duty.”
“Good idea Salim,” said Mr. Khan, springing to action and trying to find the yellow pages, while Salim rolled his eyes at how something so obvious hadn’t been thought of.
“Oh no Mr. Khan!” Everyone turned around to see Nikhil shaking his head frantically; he took the yellow pages from Mr. Khan’s hands. “You really don’t want to call that hospital, my God.” He shuddered; Mrs. Khan stands up, tired from kneeling by Salim’s side.
“Why not Nikhil? What’s wrong with the Leelatai hospital?” Everyone echo’s her concern.
“Well,” said Nikhil, taking a deep breath, and launching into his story.
“My cousin had a fracture in his right leg and we took him straight to the emergency room at the Leelatai hospital and you won’t believe what happened?” “What?” Cried everyone, Salim was getting very frustrated and willed Nikhil to hurry up and get on with his story.
“Well,” began Nikhil again. “We got there and an hour later, he was seen by a nurse and she barely looked at his leg, all she did was make him sign about fifteen forms.”
“No!” Said Shaheen’s mother. “How can they do that? You mean the doctor didn’t see him?”
“No! Not even the doctor.” Replied Nikhil
“And then what happened?” Intercepted the injured Salim, his pain getting more intense and his stomach churning.
“So then, by the time he had finished signing all these form – the red tape in that hospital is ridiculous – the doctor on duty had signed off, so we had to wait for the handover and the next doctor to start, so that was another hour wasted.”
“And then what happened?” Said Mr. Khan, becoming impatient and losing trust in the Leelatai hospital.
“He was eventually seen and they examined his leg and said that he needed an x-ray, so off we went to the x-ray department and can you believe there was a long queue at two in the morning!
“We waited another hour and eventually his leg was x-rayed but the radiographer put L instead of R on the report, and of course, we didn’t see the report because no one was willing to show us. Anyway, the report was sent straight to the doctor and after he read it he told us to wait in the next room, where the nurse would put the plaster cast on.”
Nikhil surveyed the crowd; they were hooked on his every word and couldn’t wait to hear the rest of his tale. With relish, he continued.
“So we waited for the nurse in the next room, she eventually came in, read the report and you won’t believe what she did?”
“What?” They all cried, even Salim was on the edge of the sofa, momentarily forgetting his pain.
“She started to plaster his left leg!”
“No!” They all shouted.
“Yes.” Insisted Nikhil. “My cousin protested and told her that it was his right leg that was injured, but she wouldn’t listen, she said the report said that it was his left leg that was fractured, so she would only plaster his left leg and she carried on plastering the wrong leg! My cousin got very upset and tried to get away from her, so you won’t believe what she did next?”
The crowd was wide eyed with suspense.
“She called two of her assistants, and they held him down, whilst she finished plastering his left leg! I tried to tell them but they were very rude and told me to go and wait outside. So what could I do? I waited outside, until they wheeled him out in a wheelchair, with the wrong leg in plaster.”
The crowd shook their head and tutted in disbelief. “My goodness!” Said one of the aunties, “So what did your poor cousin do then?”
Nikhil shrugged. “He had to go to another doctor, first they had to remove the plaster and they x-rayed both legs to see which one was fractured, as they thought my cousin was mad and wasting their time, but can you blame them? What kind of hospital would do that?” Everyone muttered in agreement.
“And now, thankfully, his right leg is in plaster, but he has developed a phobia of nurses.”
Mrs. Khan turned to her husband, “Let’s just find another hospital, we can’t go to the Leelatai after hearing all this.” He nodded in agreement as Shaheen came forward.
“We really can’t go to the Leelatai,” she cried. “No one who is anyone goes there, not one Bollywood star, not one actor, not even the Z list celebrities go there. Forget it, we will take Salim somewhere else.” She said with determination.
“Aha, so sweet. Shaheen cares so much for our son, doesn’t she.” Mr. Khan said rhetorically, looking adoringly at his caring daughter in law. As the crowd agreed with Mr. Khan, and praised Shaheen, whilst she preened with all the attention, one of Salim’s aunty pushed past all the guests and made a beeline for Salim. “Salim, what about Dr. Mansoor’s practice, it is just around the corner. You remember him don’t you?” She looked at Salim inquiringly and when met with a blank look, she went on to explain.
“Don’t you remember, you met him at your uncle’s, sister’s, brother in law’s wedding seventeen years ago. You must have been hmmm.” She stopped to do the math. “Around eight years old back then. You should really consult him, he would feel so bad if he found out about this and we didn’t go to his practice, besides,” she went on, “he is such a nice person! I met him recently, around six months back at a wedding, he was wearing a blue sherwani and he looked so handsome, he looked like he was the groom.” A dreamy look passed across the auntie’s face, everyone sniggered.
“He was very hospitable.” She continued, snapping out of her thoughts, ignoring Salim’s incredulous look, directed right at her. “He greeted us as soon as we arrived at the wedding, and offered us soft drinks and he even made sure we got good seats as the entire reception hall was bursting with guests.” Mr. Khan nodded approvingly at the all the information.
“His clinic is in Cuff parade.” Cuff parade was one of the most exclusive parades in Bombay, Shaheen perked up when she heard this. “You really should go and see him Salim and when you do, make sure you tell him I sent you.” Shaheen was quick to support the aunty, even though she hadn’t heard of Dr. Mansoor.
“Yes aunty, we will most definitely take Salim to Dr. Mansoor, he must be one of the best, a doctor to the stars if he is based in Cuff parade.” They both looked at Salim expectantly, waiting for him to jump at the chance of going to Dr. Mansoor. Salim looked at them both disbelievingly and shook his head. How would he ever remember a doctor he had met when was only eight years old, he thought, he couldn’t even spell the word doctor then. Salim shut his eyes tight; his aunty hadn’t mentioned anything about Dr Mansoor’s medical record or his practice. Being a nice person didn’t make the man a good doctor, thought Salim, ignoring his aunty and Shaheen.
“Dad, please find me a doctor, a good one.” He pleaded.
“But this Dr. Mansoor sounds very good-” began Mr. Khan, Salim interrupted him.
“No Dad, find me someone we know is good.” Mr. Khan began flicking through the yellow pages again. Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, all the excitement of Salim’s fall was beginning to bore some of the guests, mainly his boss, Mr. Malhotra. Mr. Malhotra edged towards the bar gesturing for some of his staff to join him. He poured himself a sneaky vodka and took a grateful sip.
“So guys, what do we see happening tomorrow? What’s our target?” And he launched into a sales meeting.
As boredom set in, deflating the buoyant atmosphere, initially of the party and then the unlikely incident; the guests began dispersing around the room. One of the quieter guests, Mr. Khan’s brother, Salim’s chacha, came forward.
“Salim.” He said in serious, grave tones. “We need to consult our family doctor, Doctor Patel. You must go to him first and he will advise you of what to do.”
“But chacha,” said Salim, carefully curbing his tone, his uncle was one who got offended very easily. “Isn’t Doctor Patel a GP?”
Chacha was not pleased with this response. “So what if he practices general medicine? You think you’re so grown up now Salim.” Everyone sighed, it was too late, chacha was already feeling bad.
“Have you forgotten who you went to when you had a cold Salim? Who you went to when you had a fever, who prescribed you anti-biotic then? Who was there for you when you needed your iron levels tested huh? It is a part of our family tradition,” he carried on pompously, “to consult Doctor Patel, before we go to anyone else, and he is the one who recommends which doctor we go to thereafter.”
Silence had descended over the crowd, everyone turned to Salim, wanting to know how he would handle this one.
“But chacha,” Salim replied in a placatory manner, “I don’t need to see Doctor Patel first, I already know I have a broken ankle. What’s the point of wasting time and money, isn’t it better to just go to an orthopedic specialist?”
Chacha shakes his head, going red in the face, Mrs. Khan tries catching Salim’s eye to tell his to back down, but he doesn’t look at her.
“I am very surprised at you Salim, if you don’t want to respect your elders and carry on with your own foolish ways, then go ahead.” He doesn’t stop there with the emotional blackmail.
“You are like my son Salim, do you really think that I would advise you in the wrong way? Do you really think I would suggest anything that wasn’t for your own good, do you not think I have your best interest at heart?” As chacha became redder in the face and the atmosphere became intense, Mr. Khan thought he better interject before his brother had a heart attack. After all, he was a heart patient with a history of high blood pressure, all diagnosed by Dr Patel.
“Nikhil, why don’t you take chacha to the buffet table and get him some sweets, my wife! She makes the best sweets in the world!” He cried, trying to lighten the mood, as he ushered Nikhil and his brother towards the food, which was the only thing that would distract his brother.
At the other end of the room, Priya stifled a yawn as Mr. Malhotra droned on, he had gone from discussing this week's sales figures and six or seven vodka tonics later, he was getting his sales targets confused with real estate sales in Dubai. Priya looked towards Salim and the crowd surrounding him, desperate for some sort of distraction to take her away from her hopelessly drunk boss. Just then Shaheen called out to someone across the room, she wasn’t calling Priya but she took the opportunity and raised her hand, “who me? I’ll be right there.” She jumped off her stool and zoomed towards a confused looking Shaheen, before her boss had the opportunity to notice she was gone. She immediately launched into a conversation with Shaheen and Salim, so that the boss could see that she was engrossed.
“This is very unfortunate Salim, you need to take some time off work.” She stated, mater of fact. Nikhil ears started to burn; he immediately stopped his conversation with Shaheen’s mum and rushed over to the Salim circle. “Did I hear someone suggest Salim should take some time off work?” Salim closed his eyes. “Here we go again,” he thought, “why does this guy have something bad to say about everything?” Salim didn’t let his irritation show. Nikhil continued, “Salim, don’t take time off work on medical grounds, even if you need support just come to the office.” Salim humored his friend and he knew that the crowd needed something new, “Why Nikhil?” He asked, dreading the long-winded reply, Nikhil was sure to give. “Yeah, why Nikhil?” echoed the crowd.
With all the attention surrounding him, Nikhil puffed his chest out and began his tale. “Well, the company I was working with previously about two years ago had a really nice branch manager. He was really hard working and excellent with everyone but then tragedy struck.” Nikhil paused for effect. “When he was taking a bath, he slipped and slipped a disk. The doctors advised him to take four weeks off work but when the management heard about this and knew that he would not be available for the next four weeks, they found a temporary replacement.”
“So what happened to the nice manager?’ Interrupted Mrs. Khan.
“This is the sad bit, this new manager didn’t turn out to be temporary, he took over absolutely everything and when the old manager returned from his sick leave, he had been demoted. He was under this new manager.” Everyone tutted and shook their heads at the unfairness of it all.
“So he took the position, but he wasn’t happy and left the company within two months.” He turned to Salim pleadingly. “This is why Salim, I’m telling you not take time off through medical grounds.” He lowered his voice looking towards Mr. Malhotra, who was practically on the floor. “Management don’t have any sentimental value for their staff these days, as soon as you’re not there for a couple of days, they start looking for replacements, all companies are like this, even ours.”
Salim sighed. He couldn’t think about the company and time off and all of that right now, he had to get to a doctor. His ankle was throbbing with pain. Meanwhile, Mr. Khan was making a list of all the hospitals they could go to.
“Look Salim, there are some hospitals we could have gone to nearby, but they don’t have emergency facilities and they close at nine, why don’t we check out some of these government hospitals?” Salim nearly fell off the sofa. “There is no way, “ he said, his voice quivering, “that I am going to a government hospital, I would rather bear this terrible pain, than go to one of those cockroach infested pits.” Shaheen seconded him, “Yeah, Salim can sit in pain all night, there is no way he is going to a government hospital! What if someone saw us there?”
Back on the other side of the room, someone had picked Mr. Malhotra off the floor and poured some strong, black coffee down his throat, he was almost presentable again; and the sales meeting continued. Except now, it was heading in a different direction. The topic was workers benefits. When Priya overheard this term, she slipped back into the meeting.
“Now that Salim has broken his ankle, he will have to take some time off work, how many days can he take off as per company policy?” Asked one of the employees. The HR manager was present and took the question from Mr. Malhotra, who didn’t have a clue what was being asked.
“All employees are eligible for up to seven days paid medical leave, in a year.” He said monotonously.
“But Salim will need more than seven days, surely?” Said Priya, concerned for her injured friend. “What will happen in this case?” She asked, leaning forward.
“Well, after the seven days of paid leave, the employee can take up to thirty days of unpaid leave, after this, if he has still not returned to work, he will be dismissed. On terms of medical grounds.” All the disgruntled employees muttered at the unfairness of it all, under their breath of course. On overhearing this, Salim thought to himself, “man I just slipped, we don’t even know how serious it is and these guys are already talking about kicking me out of the company, on medical grounds! God! Please save me from these people, who needs enemies with friends like these!” Priya’s voice invaded his thoughts.
“So are we insured on medical grounds?” She asked the admin manager, concerned for her own health and safety.
“Yes you are,” replied the admin manager. “But only for incidents occurring during office hours.”
“Oh, so Salim won’t be covered for this?” The admin manager shook his head gravely. Priya left the meeting and slowly walked towards Salim, hoping the answer to the question she is going to ask him, would be a yes.
“Salim, did you hear all that? Your case won’t be covered under the company’s health insurance. Do you have private health insurance?” She held her breath.
“Yes I do.” Replied Salim, Priya clapped with relief.
“Thank God for that! You know how bad these hospitals can be. How they can rip you off, for the smallest complaint. First they charge you a registration fee, then the doctor’s fees, and more if he is consultant. And then they blow it out of proportion, if you go in with a headache, they make you do a full MRI brain scan and take about five pints of blood, checking for anything and everything!” Everyone nodded in agreement.
“And they don’t stop there,” continued Priya, on a role, “then they prescribe all sorts of expensive medicines that you probably don’t need and is only available in their pharmacies!”
“They are a bunch of thieves!” Shouted chacha, clutching at his chest. Mr. Khan led him out of the room to one of the bedrooms, so he could lie down. All this excitement was not good for him.
“Anyway,” continued Priya, moving swiftly on to her next topic, “my cousin in Canada says medical care is all free out there, that’s one of the reasons I’m planning to move there.”
“Wow!” Exclaimed Mrs. Khan, turning to her husband. “We should move there too.” He rolled his eyes and turned to listen to the conversation going on next to him. As they all discussed medical care and where it was cheaper and what steps to take to move there, Kumar, a friend of Salim sauntered into the party. He looked around surprised, “what kind of party’s this,” he thought to himself. He followed the noise and conversation, with his friend, Batliwala in tow. As Kumar approached the crowd, he saw Salim laid up on the sofa, his face creasing in agony.
“Salim, what happened man?” He crouched down and shook his friend’s hand. Salim groaned, happy to see a new face, “I fell man, I’m in so much pain and we haven’t even decided what to do about this.” He shook his head, giving Kumar a pointed look. Looking around at all the kerfuffle, Kumar immediately understood the situation.
“You’re in luck buddy, meet my friend Batliwala. Doctor Batliwala. He’s new around here, I thought I would bring him here to meet you all, I’m very glad I did now” He gestured for his friend to come forward. Batliwala shook Salim’s hand.
“Congratulations Salim, so how did this happen?” Said Dr Batliwala smoothly and professionally, Salim instantly felt better. Salim launched into the whole story, the doctor listened patiently. He lifted Salim’s trouser leg and examined his ankle, very gently. The crowd waited with baited breath, to hear the diagnosis.
“Well, it will have to be x-rayed, it may be a little fracture but you will need to keep your leg elevated and in the meantime, I can prescribe you anti-inflammatory medication and pain relief.” Salim sighed with relief and gratitude.
“At last.” He thought to himself. “Someone with some common sense!”
Just as Dr Batliwala was about to reach into his bag, Chacha appeared from nowhere. “Wait a minute, wait a minute.” He declared, sounding like a police officer trying to stop a minor offence. Dr Batliwala stood up, confused at what all the commotion was about. “We can’t just let him treat Salim, we don’t know what kind of doctor he is.” He said to Mr. Khan in a loud whisper, making sure Dr Batliwala heard his every word.
“So doctor, sorry I didn’t catch your name.” He said to Batliwala, circling him suspiciously, like a detective.
“Batliwala.” Replied the doctor, patiently.
“Where did you pass your MBBS?” He fired his first question at the doctor.
“From Nagpur medical college.” Chacha looked mildly impressed.
“Which year?”
“1985” replied the doctor, not offering any more information. Chacha looked at him with a newfound interest.
“So you must know Dr Ali? He passed his MBBS from Nagpur medical college in the same year?”
“Yes! I know him very well. Infact, he was my best friend through college and we shared a room in the dorms for five years! Chacha looked very impressed. “Sadly, we lost touch, I don’t where he is now.”
Chacha clapped his hands in triumph. “I know where he is, he settled in Canada.”
“Really!” Exclaimed the doctor.
“Yes, he’s doing very well for himself. I have known him for years, we went to the same school in Mumbai.” As the two men jubilated over having the same friend in common, Salim wanted to shout in frustration. Chacha scrolled through his phone trying to find Dr Ali’s number, whilst Dr Batliwala told him a story from their days at medical school. “Thanks Chacha.” Said Salim to himself, as Dr Batliwala punched his long lost friend’s number into his phone and immediately dialed it, thanking Chacha profusely. “You have managed to reunite two long lost friends, but my pain relief has gone for good. He will be on the phone going over twenty years of history and that will take over an hour at the very least, yes, thanks Chacha. Someone please do something!”
Kumar, who had been busy mingling and catching up with all the guests, turned to see Salim still looking distressed on his sofa, and his friend the doctor, on the phone. His friend looked thunderous, in between grimacing with pain, he thought he had better intervene here and what better method to use, than the ancient one of yogic healing. He approached Salim, who didn’t look too pleased to see him. “Great doctor friend you have Kumar,” Salim practically barked. “Talking about how many girlfriends he had fifty years ago is obviously more important to him than me and my pain.” They both looked at the doctor, who was flushed and pink, reminiscing over his college days. “Don’t worry Salim, he wasn’t meant to treat you buddy, but I was.” Kumar’s eyes twinkled as he laced his fingers together and stretched them outwards in an attempt to loosen them. Salim gave him a condescending look and then snorted with laughter. “You! Thanks Kumar but I would rather be in pain.” Salim laughed again, mirthlessly this time. Kumar ignored his cynicism.
“Salim, man, you know how much yoga has helped me and now it’s going to help you.” Salim didn’t look convinced as Kumar knelt down in front of him. “I’ll just start with some gentle yoga manipulations.” He held out his hands but Salim didn’t move. “Just let him Salim.” Hissed Shaheen, who was getting increasingly irritated and bored of the situation. “Just do it Salim.” Enthused Nikhil, who was a die-hard believer of yoga and it’s miracles. Salim eventually let Kumar take his ankle in his hands; he hissed with pain with the movement, just to let Kumar know how serious this was. Kumar gently began to apply pressure to the injured area, it didn’t feel too bad thought Salim, beginning to relax a little, in fact it was quite soothing; Salim closed his eyes. Suddenly, Salim screamed with pain. Kumar had twisted his foot a bit too enthusiastically; Salim had practically fallen off the sofa.
As Salim caught his breathe, he turned to an apologetic Kumar. “What the hell are you doing Kumar? Are you trying to make my ankle worse?” He asked, unable to believe that any friend of his could do that to him. “I’m sorry Salim, when I had hurt my ankle a few years back, my yoga guru did the same thing and my ankle was fine. I just wanted to do the same for you.” Salim did not looked convinced at the explanation; he wanted as much distance between himself and Kumar as possible.
As Mrs. Khan and Shaheen’s mum gathered around Salim, fussing over him, Mrs. Malhotra appeared, in her golden sari and matching golden hair. She looked at Salim, down her long nose. “I have a friend who can relieve pain, through the virtues of reiki, I will call her for you and she will offer pain relief, through the phone.” She offered graciously. Mrs. Khan and Shaheen’s mum exchanged an impressed glance. “So she can practice reiki over the phone?” Inquired Mrs. Khan already sold on the idea. Mrs. Malhotra nodded coolly unimpressed that these people didn’t know this; she used her friend all the time.
“How is it possible to practice reiki over the phone?” Asked Salim, as politely as he could, she was his boss’s wife after all. He didn’t have much faith in reiki in the first instance, but reiki over the phone? Was this woman deluded?
Mrs. Khan nudged Salim’s leg, indicating for him to be quiet. A shot of pain raced through his leg and hit his ankle. “Look Salim, we have to try something else now, it won’t do any harm like Kumar did, and this is over the phone. Whilst Salim started to argue with his mother, Mrs. Malhotra had already dialed her friend’s number and had briefly explained the dilemma. Before Salim knew what was happening, Mrs Malhotra thrust her phone at him, he put it to his ear. “Hello?” He said, cautiously. “Hello Salim.” Replied the reiki expert smoothly. “Where exactly is your pain?” She got straight to the point, not giving Salim any room to protest or back out tactfully. Salim told her exactly where the pain was. “Ok,” she said brusquely, “now listen to me carefully, I want you to place your right palm lightly over the pain you feel in your ankle.” Salim reluctantly did as she said, amidst much oohing and ahhing from the crowd. “Have you done it?” She asked him. He told her he had. “Now I will send you positive energies from the field and your pain will slowly, but surely begin to lessen.” She goes quiet. Salim waits for the pain to lessen, but it doesn’t.
“What the hell am I doing here? I must look like a complete idiot, one hand on my leg, phone in the other, with some crazy woman who claims she can heal me over the phone with her reiki. She may as well be downloading a chicken tikka recipe off the Internet for all I know.
Suddenly, the front door banged open and ambulance sirens screamed and flashed disturbing the quiet and alarming everyone. Two paramedics with a stretcher and two nurses burst into the room, looking around manically. “Where’s the patient?” One of them boomed. Everyone pointed towards Salim, “there he is,” they all said in unison. They charged towards Salim, making everyone jump out of the way. The two men lifted Salim on to the stretcher, Salim was too shocked but when he attempted to speak to them an oxygen mask was slapped over his face. The nurse grabbed his arm and inserted a needle and immediately attached it to a drip. Mrs. Khan couldn’t bear it, she sobbed, thinking that something terrible had happened to Salim, she thought it only seemed like a fractured ankle. The crowd started to whisper, echoing her thoughts.
“Excuse me, excuse me young man.” Mr. Khan grabbed the muscular arm of one of the paramedics. “What is going on here?” He asked in confusion. The young man removed Mr. Khan’s hand. “Please stand back sir and let us do our job.” With that they took away the shell shocked Salim, everyone rushed to the window in time to see Salim being hurtled into the screaming ambulance. As they all turned back in dismay, they noticed the nurse standing by the sofa that Salim had occupied moments ago. Mr. Khan rushed to her. “What are you doing here nurse?” He asked her urgently, she shrugged, looking lost. “They forgot me again, they always forget me.” She said, shaking her head, popping a cocktail samosa from the huge spread, into her mouth.
“But nurse, don’t you think that was all too much just for a injured ankle?” Mr. Khan asked her, bemused. “Which hospital are you from?” Asked Nikhil. It was the nurse’s turn to look surprised. She turned away from them all and spoke quickly into her mobile. “Richard,” she hissed, “I told you this wasn’t the right house, the heart attack patient, Prakash is on the next lane.” As she turned around to face the crowd, the unmistakable logo for the Leelatai Hospital was embedded on her apron.
Don't feel sorry for Salim, he will be ok, just that it will take some more time
(C) Ramesh Iyer
