June 12, 2013 Draped loosely in a gown of napkin And thrown into a jungle of contraptions A contraption to my right A contraption to my left A contraption behind my skull A contraption under my feet Each topped with a computer screen Like an icing on the cake Saw I sandwiched between A contraption like bed And two multi-bulb flat street lights Before this all while waiting in the queue A man in uniform called out my name I rose. 'Who is with you?" "I am alone." 'Why!?' A smile received he in answer. 'PUT OFF YOUR SHOES & CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES BEFORE ENTERING THE OPERATION THEATRE' Read the big door. Besides which an elderly woman Also waiting in the queue Blew on me thrice And on her own person After reciting some invocations I could not understand Perhaps in Arabic. "Are you leaving?", said the man in uniform. After an intermission During which the theatre pardoned me For a while After using their electronic gadgets on me Looking into the contents of my head Through some light detectors and computer screens "Register for the date", wrote the Prof. and H.O.D For a bigger thing! "Yes sir", said I to the man in uniform. A smile flashed on his face As he shook my hand And kept looking at me As I walked slowly down the long corridor.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Jun 2013 17:09:26 +0000
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