Fitoor

Chapter 2

Mishti Bose

"Yes sir. The atrium block has caused the heart attack. Due to over consuming of oily substances, the cholesterol level around this atria, has led to a blockage for the blood to pass." I explained in the seminar. Buddha doctor was still not satisfied with my answer.

"Par Mishti, how could you clearly determine that patient had consumed more oily substances?" He asked the stupidest question ever.
"Sir isiliye blockage develop hota hai. Iske alawa ainvi koi block nahi hoga sir. Agar aap saand ke tarah roz paneer, ghee aur oily items khayenge, aur usko burn karne ke liye exercise bhi nahi karenge to aur kya hoga!" I said in one go.

He shifted in his position as the whole classroom laughed.
"Silence. Good explanation Bose. Rounds ke liye der nahi ho raha? Jayiye." He smiled and urged.
"Sure sir. Thank you." I gave him a small smile and called Kuhu.

We exited the seminar hall laughing and giggling like drug addicts who have had too much cocaine. Kuhu held her stomach and bent downward not able to bear the pain. I smacked her back again and she pulled my hand, still laughing.

"Kya celebrate karre ho yaar tum log? Patel sir mar gaye kya?" The irritating voice of our best friend Maanav made me and Kuhu control our chortles. I glared at him.
"Shit! Buddha abhi tak nahi gaya saala! Mere acche din aayega ich nahi." He stated with his Mumbai accent.

"Abe oye, kisne kaha ki tere naseeb me acche din nahi likhe hai! Tu mera jigar hai Maanav. Mai karungi na Patel ka khoon." Kuhu stood up straight and started shouting loudly. All the interns in the hallway looked at her weirdly. But she didn't give a penny for their looks or thoughts. That's what I loved about Kuhu.

"Meri behen tu chup reh. Last time aise hi bolke mereko college ke saare ladkiyon ke saamne chuti-"
"Ssh! Gaali nahi." I warned.
"Chutki bana diya." He said as we started laughing again.
"Chutki? Seriously? Tujhe chutki pasand nahi hai?" I asked.

"Kisko pasand hai re? Tun tun mausi ke aage uski beti bhi comparable nahi hai. You don't know about Tun Tun mausi supremacy." He said dramatically.
"Iska tharki mode activated." Kuhu sighed.

"Agar mai tera YouTube history nikalunga na, sirf Emran Hashmi ke scenes hi honge. Kabhi kabhi uske jagah anatomy ke videos bhi dekhliya karo. Mereko practicals me help karne ke liye." Maanav commented and smacked her head as I chortled loudly.

"Tu kya has rahi hai? Tere history me to ladke kya unke naam aur nishaana bhi nahi hoga. Tere aukat ke bahar hai wo Sebastian Stan. Samjhi!" He pushed my forehead with his palm as I shook his hand away.
"In ladkon se better to hai wo. I don't trust these men." I commented.

"Accha to mai kya?" He asked putting an arm around my shoulder as we walked towards the general ward.
"Tu to item haina. Timepass ke liye." Kuhu replied as we ran away.
"Kuhu! Bete tujhe na, jab ek ajeeb ladke ko chudwane ke time me mai yaad aunga. Tab batata hu." He said nodding his head.

"Jaa be! Chal nikal!" We shooed him away as he huffed grumpily and went to 2nd ward. Our shift was in the 1st one, and it wasn't far away.

The rest of the day went with me and Kuhu mocking him.

As soon as I injected the kid, he opened his eyes and sighed being relieved. I gave his cheek a light squeeze and attended the next patient. Kuhu was sitting with an old woman and was talking to her about some daily soap. This girl!

After rounds, I settled on my chair and opened my phone. There were 5 missed calls from Maa. Immediately calling her, I put the phone on speaker as I started to pack my belongings. Something didn't feel right.

"Maa! Ki holo? Aapne itne calls kyu kiya? Aap teekh to hai na? Baba ko mai abhi call karungi. Kaha ho aap? Are kuch to-"
"Ek minute chup rahegi to bataunga na." The gruff voice from the other end startled me.
"Who's this? Aur mere Maa ka phone aapke paas kaise?" I questioned panicking.