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country, india, opinion, Uncategorized No Comments More so often when i talk about things like minority appeasement and vote bank politics and how religion plays a destructive role in Indian politics i never fail to hear from religious apologetic that a minority of the extremists spoil it for the majority of the moderates who don’t care. I can understand where they are coming from since more so often, i’m there myself and witness it first hand.
As someone who travels to Singapore often, i can say for sure that there is a lot of anti Indian sentiment in Singapore some of the time. Notice how i worded that. The sentiment is there some of the time, with some of the people. Of course, it is justified due to some of the things we Indians tend to do. Our behavior in public space, personal hygiene etc., Of course, this anti-<ethnicity> sentiment is not reserved to Indians along but applies to the Chinese people as well. So when a few people litter, misbehave in public, pass obscene comments at women, ogle/stare and do other nonsense a section of the society sometimes reacts to all Indians or Chinese with the same yard stick.
So yeah, from that point of view, i can totally understand how fucked up this must be, since some of the times i can see someone being rude to a fellow Indian colleague or myself on the roads and we perfectly understand why they react the way they do because of the underlying problems some miscreants cause. However it is also very important to note that in Singapore, both Singaporean Indians and Singaporean Chinese folks condemn and will speak out any such misdemeanor in society. From what i have observed, largely there isn’t any sort of a racial partiality in disciplining people when they do nonsense on the streets. I have seen my Singaporean Indian friends as well as Asian friends do it more than once and it is fascinating to observe the Singaporean pride.
The reason why i had to bring the example of Singapore was because the equivalent of what happens there hardly exists, here. Firstly, the problem with being inclusive of all faith based culture is a huge task at hand and extremely subjective at that as well in implementation. Regardless of how much you try and be neutral insecurity will eventually lead to accusations of favoritism. As a country we will never get around doing something that will contribute to progress if each one of us demand special treatment because we are minority or we have very sensitive issues that will offend us to the core. A simple example would be the consumption of food. While Hindus think slaughtering the cow is offensive, it is perfectly normal for Non-Hindus to consume beef. Similar, sale of pork may offend Muslims and Jews but for the non Islamic and Jewish community this may be a no-brainer. Currently what we end up doing is ban everything and limit the options available to everyone. You can now walk into a supermarket and you wont find meat that you want to consume, instead forced to consume what the fringe extremist minorities have forced upon the moderate majority.
Being accommodating is always okay but compromises are not. Compromises bring down the quality of life eventually and lead to feelings of being victimized in the long run, thereby leading to social unrest. The problem in my opinion lies with the moderates. People like you and me who find the time to write and talk about it but do not have the energy to do something about it. If the fact of the matter, that the moderates were not in favor of the extremist ideas the minority of the fanatics want to impose on the majority of the moderates, who in their own words claim they ‘just want to get by and make a peaceful living’ then it is rather confusing to observe that the moderates mostly keep quite when the extremists react and impose. A classic example would be the vilification of valentines day in India. Even if the fact that valentines day is a commercial event and has nothing to do with the celebration of love (which quite a lot of people would disagree with) in the Indian culture, since every aspect of our culture celebrates love as per the claims that go around, attacking couples and subjecting them to violence in public when they celebrate has always been treated lightly, until recently when things took a very ugly turn and the pink chaddy campaign came into effect a couple of years ago to fight it back.
Even such a campaign hasn’t transformed into any larger agenda in terms of fighting back extremism and has silently slipped into oblivion. For all the bra burning, feminists do in the country, it is extremely important to note there is very little participation and action from women to help fight female infanticide and genocide in the form of dowry deaths which are still rampant in the country. Statistics that reveal India as a country unsafe for women is nothing sort of comforting and the troubling part is, what are we moderates doing about it apart from blogging, tweeting and updating our Facebook status?
If we need to progress forward into a developed nation, social discrimination on all fronts must be contested. Extremists may be a fringe minority but the fringe minority knows how to out yell the moderate majority. Unless we yell back at them, im afraid its a slippery slope.
country, daily life, debate, india No Comments Dear dudes & dudettes who loathe a non existent Lok Pal bill in Singapore, pls note people in Singapore also don’t generally spit, litter, bribe cops, talk lowly of other people, specifically women in a sexual context in their everyday lives. They also don’t demand bribes in an anti corruption bill fasting demonstration and abuse animals in the process for fun. Assholes do exist but not on the scale our country has. Next time around extend your ‘no littering policy’ from ‘just for anti corruption demonstrations’ to something called ‘everyday life‘. It would be a welcome change for once, to not see red stains on a wall everywhere in the country.
Losers like me who use any type of crutch have to hold on to walls, while we climb stairs, where elevators don’t exist or work. Its not all that pleasant a feeling to put your hands in a place where you have spat and pissed.
Also, learn what “debating in a civil manner” is. 20 people jumping on a guy that opposes factions of your idea by default does not make that person pro-corruption and anti justice. A person can only respond to one at a time. Yelling at him, pointing index finger and threatening “wrath of the people” does no justice to your argument. It merely re-affirms what an illiterate and thoughtless blob of meat, you are.
rantings, work crap 4 Comments I knew this would happen, in fact I was expect it to happen and it has happened. Level 1 & 2 Korean class comes to an end in 2 weeks. I’ll be missing class next week as well. Final weeks class I wont miss but it doesn’t matter. The damage is done. I’ll go sit in class and things will zoom off at hypersonic speed over my head as I stare at my teacher with an expression-less face and she gives me the “you poor sad kid” look.
I’ve missed most of my classes, about 60% of them to be precise, due to travel for work. Last weeks class was awesome though. Plenty of reading, plenty of coaching on Wednesday’s class. As I type this, Kareoke of “Nobody but You” on Wondergirl’s plays in the speakers. An untold feeling of pain hits somewhere in the back of the thorax.
I really loved the place, Inko Center. I guess im gonna have to do it again. I will, regardless of how long it takes for me to do it. I guess ill take a break for Q3 since it seems to chaotic now at work with so much to do. I will miss this place much. I will be back.
Found this new song by 2NE1 today on YouTube. Wow, that hits the spot..
I’m impressed how song after song they come up with stuff like this. I think im officially a 2NE1 fanboy.
daily life, happenings No Comments And the greatest discovery of today is that I can real all the subtitles in this song. Every bit of it!
Of course, I cannot read it fluently at the rate at which its spread out in an instant but nevertheless I can count them alphabets quickly and flawlessly make the sentence.
Smells like victory to me, sweet sweet victory.
Now by some hook or crook prepare for that TOPIK exam and clear level 1.
daily life, happenings, incident 2 Comments Dear Gentlemen from <insert Indian city> or elsewhere you come from. I think I’m having an identity crisis. For 3 years I’ve held these words inside my head but I think I need to put this weight down now and tell you how I feel. I feel very alienated. I feel like a stranger, lonely and different from the rest of you. Its amazing how you can behave and be so nice with everyone, especially the ladies and the airhostess on domestic flights but completely turn around and be a douche bag when you set foot into a flight when you are flight out of country.
For starters, airhostesses are not whores. Nor are they some kind of a slut. Yes, this is true contrary to how many of us treat them on flights. Specifically in the Singapore, Bangkok, Manila, KL routes I frequent. Additionally, a few airhostesses are trained to speak the local language in every flight. I travel for work, a lot. About 90% of my work involves travel. When I say a lot, a lot in my terminology is when I update my Facebook status telling friends and family im home only for people to call me and take my happiness for a ride for missing out on things. Every weekend is flying out. So much so, I have a few friends who are airhostesses. I have made such friends in 3 different airlines and its good to get a great insight on to how the airlines industry works.
From what I know, learning the local language on routes you fly earn you brownie points, Lots of it. So please, avoid cracking jokes on the air crew in your mother tongue because some of them can understand. Just because they don’t react does not mean you are smart. Yesterday, two of you got drunk and failed to resist your urge to feel the breasts of an airhostess aboard the <Insert Asian city> – <Insert Indian city> flight. Please note, Asian women are petite. They’re not skinny to impress you. They’re not Air India crew who proudly display child birth stretch marks by wearing the saree in a way you cannot avoid but notice simply because they can do it and get away with it. They’re just made so, genetically. Additionally, when they speak English it’s a little bit funny because they have a lot of mother tongue influence and it sounds like they speak child-like or rather it looks artificial. This should not be mistaken for “ooh, she is hitting on me” at any cost, because that most certainly is not the case.
Yes, airhostess often step on seats to reach overhead luggage compartments to fix them. When they do, if their uniforms comprise of a shirt you can of course gladly get an eyeful. I will admit, its nice to observe the female form, regardless of where you are and what you do. Its sort of like therapy for us men. However please note, regardless of the situation and what you think, its like a museum. See, but do not touch. More importantly, they’re not Go Go dancers in a bar on a Bangkok Street. So using this to poke fun at them is not, funny. Yes, while mentioning Bangkok, I understand that city is full of whores. Its whore heaven, practically. Its not like if I told you how awesome the Thai culture is and what awesome things I’ve done and learnt with a couple of Thai friends I have in Bangkok, you would agree to reconsider your opinion on that wonderful city. That is not any of my intention and I will not spoil Bangkok for you by distracting your with small things like culture, cuisine, people, art etc., However, I assure you to the best of my knowledge that there are no such “Girls” aboard that Thai Airways flight to Bangkok.
I’ve got like 3 Thai guys and 1 Thai girl from the aircrew, whom I know personally and they confirm so as well. No call girls in flights, what a party pooper, I know! So please, stop cracking “boom boom” jokes at them because I know for a fact that it’s a bad pickup line. Perhaps a “Sawadee Kaa” would impress, try it next time. “Boom Boom” jokes at a Thai person is like going to some guy in Chennai and asking them “So you are a madrasi, huh?” or worse, asking the same question to a Hyderabadi fellow. Its just insane.
Alcohol is free. Alcohol served is also of very good quality compared to what we can buy here. However asking for drink after drink, after drink is meaningless. I mean, can you even taste that drink post your 2nd large and savor it? For the life of me, I cant. Yelling at the aircrew with “hello, what is this?” is kind of rude. There is a button on your seat. If you push it, someone will come to you. Its worked for me for the past 3 years, always. Yes, sometimes mistakes do happen and you get ignored. Yelling is still an extreme step. It’s a small flight so even if you make eye contact and beckon someone, they come to you. An absolute NO NO is grabbing a airhostess hand or pulling an attendants shirt/jacket/collar. When you fool of a took’s were making fun of that Chinese airhostess yesterday, she fixed you a drink and came to me while she walked back. I was caught in a seat with a box under my foot so I was in cramped space and suffering much. She re-arranged the box and asked me “are you comfortable now?”, in my mother tongue. Sadly the same language that you used to define her speech and tone as something to hit on you and called her an “item” as well in front of her.
The amount of shame I felt post her question, I have no words to describe this pain I feel treating someone so badly. I know it’s a lot of freedom in your hands when flying out of India and you cant be identified by someone you know and your reputation spoilt back home but please, put them air crew in your wifes, sisters, daughters & mothers place. Apologies for the cliché movie dialogue sentiment but im not sure how to put this in better words. They have one hell of a stressful jobs. Knowing a lot of them, personally as friends I know sometimes they work straight for 3 days before taking a break, lodged in some cramped shitty hotels for a brief 8 hour day, before getting back on the air.
Also, this behavior of a significant minority fucks things up for the insignificant majority of us. Its like because of one Osama Bin Laden, every Muslim is a potential Osama Bin Laden. I know, its insane isn’t it? Think about it, please. I’m, and im losing sleep over it.
Chennai, crib, daily life, happenings, india, opinion, personal 2 Comments There are times when you are so confused and shocked at things people say it takes about a few dumb minutes to realize, if you should be offended or not. Today was one such day..
So I get down from the bus in Chennai after an overnight journey from Bangalore. Koyambedu it is and Auto Drivers scamper around and snatch the suitcase while you watch helplessly. One screams out “saaar, I have dropped you before saar. I have dropped you before and I will drop you in your doorstep saar…”. So I think I should write off the price of my elbow crutch to this prick today, instead of the ones whom I don’t know. Known devil is better than an unknown angel it seems, as the proverb has enlightened us from 4th grade schooling.
So after graciously agreeing to settle for Rs. 300 from Rs. 350 (not before telling me how nasty velachery as a place was to drive in & live in was) I get into the auto only to stop 2 minutes into the ride. Now I’m thinking this dude is stopping to take a leak or put thoppukaranam in front of pillayar kovil or something. Then I hear a conversation in the background involving the driver but im engrossed why the EDGE network on my cellphone isn’t getting activated despite rebooting the phone. I mean who does not want to check Office email + Gmail on a Saturday morning at 6.30 AM?
The Auto driver walks closer to the vehicle and the conversational volume gets louder and clearer, it finally ends with..
“Madam, avaru handicapped thaan madam. Onnume illa madam, summa thairiyama okkaarunga. Problem illa! 2 nimishan thane!” (Madam, he is physically challenged. He is of no harm or trouble. You can sit confidently. After all, the ride is barely 2 minutes..)
This guy jumps into the drivers seat and before I realize what’s happening there is this cute girl staring at my face with a “are you going to move your behind to the other end and plaster yourself to the auto’s wall or what?” look. Blame the testosterone, probably… I move over to the other side and continue fiddling with the EDGE settings and the Auto Driver adds lately…
“saar, avanga okkaaralaam illa saar?! onnum problem illaye?” (Saaar, can she sit. This isn’t any trouble to you, right?)
I’m thinking, if this question is a bit too late or something or was it a mandatory obligation that he had committed to as a result of his circumstances. Unfortunately, the maramandai works very slowly after being jolted for 7 hours in a cramped bus with lousy seats that I shelled Rs. 550 for a ticket.
So here is the deal. What exactly did this guy imply? Did he imply I’m incapable of any sexual advances I could make or hit on this girl because of my physical condition? How did he arrive at this idea and by what logic? I can assure this isn’t the first time I’ve been ‘described’ in such a context as a “harmless and / or useless” with reference to my sexuality. One part of my crocodile brain tells me I should just grab this girl, kiss her and before she realizes it kick her and send her flying out of the auto which is already flying at 80 Km/h. At this rate this guy cannot even break properly and before he knows it I would have pulled my Swiss pocket knife and stabbed him in the neck and tell him he was so wrong to make such assumptions about me.
For the record, technically speaking, all impotent guys are physically challenged but not all physically challenged guys are mandatorily impotent, although I admit there is a high possibility if your limbs or your back is affected we could be shit in bed, by all means. I mean its Physics and sex isn’t what you see in Porn.
I fail to rationalize what gives people the audacity for them to comment on other peoples sexual potency or capability in broad daylight? I fail to understand how someone can take that as a valid reason as well and comply with the idea, in this case this girl who sat beside me for a brief 2 – 3 minutes. I felt sorry for a moment, that she was ripped off Rs. 50 for a bare 1.5 Kms and she looked so shocked in disbelief as the Auto Driver insisted “Madam, minimum charge-e muppadhu rooba” which sent me into shock as well. When did this happen, I was never told so! She didn’t look like she was from the city. From her looks and from her accent she was probably of an orthodox / conservative origin, but then I concluded she deserved it anyways.
I mean if you could buy one bullshit, you gotta buy the other one as well right?
It seems like, the problems with the effectiveness of my courting and copulative capabilities are not my business anymore. A Times of India style analysis of this subject is everyone’s constitutional right. At least that’s how it seems to be from how its handled and discussed.
comedy, daily life, funny, opinion, school No Comments Get a life, seriously. Actually, give me back my life, rather my childhood, please. I sit here today like a lonely Michael Jackson on a tree in the middle of a nowhere forest singing “have you seen my childhood?” to myself. All of this because of you. Yes, you… prick!
Ongalukku ellam vera velaye kedayatha? Onga veettula appa amma enna pana maram valarthaangala? Wasn’t school just enough? Wasn’t it too much anyways? I mean, I saw you folks go to school at 6.30 in the bleady morning. Which loser does that? No, don’t answer that, it was a rhetorical one.
School starts at 09:00. Apparom enna special class at 7:00 ? Your teachers and all had no purushans to cook for and pasanga to kulupaatify and get ready for school’a? Enna velayaadareengala? Dei! Seri, pogattum.. athenna school mudinja apparum innoru special class? Your teachers have no house’a? They’re all homeless people who stay in school till dinner and go to shelters to sleep’a? Do you realize how many times when I had scored less than 80% in that physics test and my father and mother used to quote how much special classes you kids are attending and how special it makes you? I mean if you were an item in Saravana Bhavan hotel menu, you guys would definitely been named Special Dosa of sorts. Ethulayume neenga sadhaarnama irukka matteengala? paruppu!
Seri, athenna compulsory swimming class? Boy’skku oru time and Girls-kku innoru time? What’s the point? Thani thaniyaa swim panni enna kizhikka poreenga? Arive illaya onga swimming instructor’skku? For the money you guys paid for school fee’s nirosha must come in swimsuit like this and teach you guys everyday, everything apart from the curriculum.
Seri atha free vudunga. Athenna ellarum classical music kathukkanum? Cinema paattu paadina enna urugiyaa poyduveenga? Naangalellam Agni Natchatiram version kekkumbodhu neenga ellam Carnatic music version paduveenga. Atha kettutu enga appanum aathaalum kaari thuppi engala ellam moonji melaye methipaanga. Athu thane venum? Rascals!
Paadinaa pothatha? Aada vera aadanuma? Athuvum bharathanattiyam? Naanga ellam intha pattukku dance aduvom…
Neenga naduvula poonthu, intha madhiri aadittu poiduveenga…
Adhukku apparom paatti vandhu engala “en da ippadi avuthu pottutu adareenga?” nnu thittanum! Athu thane idea? Thiruttu kammunaateeengala. Nasama poga!
Seri etho adineenga, padineenga’nnu free vutta athu enna hindi class, hindi prachara sabha’la? Who the hell speaks sanskrit on an everyday basis? Evan ongala ellam poi second language atha edukka sonnan? How many of you are poojari’s in temple today? tell me I say! Apparom poi hindi exam ezhutha vendiyathu. Ongala pathuttu enga amma appavum get us into nonsensical Dakshina Bharat Hindi Prachar Sabha exams. Mavane! 12 mani veyyilla T. Nagar’kku bus puduchi andha ezhavu edathukku poi fee’s kattanum? Enna velayaatta irukka ongalukku ellam? dei!
Anyways all you did at the end of it is this only…
Seri etho hindi is our national language and all that shit vadakkathi veriyans claimed and your folks fell for that bullshit. But why French? Omlette venumna brilliant tutorial vassala poi “anna! oru aamulettu podunganna, vengaayam illaama” apdeennu ketta you will get one for 2 Rupees no? Adhenna “omelette au fromage” sonna than jeeranam agumaa? Alpom pudichavanungala! You went and studied french no? English padathula french kissing panna kooda amma will close your eyes and turn off TV. So you obviously did not learn how to french kiss as well but paid enough money that would fetch you a french wife today. Why? Lose’a? French class’kku poi french kiss panna pakkathula irukkara figure’oda practice pannalenna apparam entha mayirukku ponai? yabba… tension pannareenga da onga logic-oda. Anyways like all obedient boys US lendhu 12 days leave pottutu vandhu you got married at 31. Just in time for you to officially exit the meat market and then only you lost virginity. En indha scene, with all this french? I’m sure even your wife does not allow you to French kiss being the good Indian girl she is. En? Why this pain ya?
Karate Class. You eat thayir sadham. I also eat thayir sadham. Who are we going to fight with apart from the sister/brother? Athukku ethukku Karate kathukkanum? Anyways maths’la centum varalenna appa is gonna beat the crap out of your miserable existence. Its not like he will spare you if you know like some 10 kattas or something. Anyways all those kattas were for you demonstrating it in front of that nosey uncle and aunty or relatives whom you have never met in your life before. Anything you show them with haa hoo sound they will always say “enna azhaga pannaraan kozhandha, thrishti suththi podungo!” and place a big fat kiss on your cheek with with bad breath and ugly 1 rupee sized wart on their face which has hairs coming out of it and all.
Anyways, being the gundu payyan you are, all that you can do is put scene to impress that sumaar ethirtha veettu figure by breaking already rain’la oori poi nanji ponna, paasi pudicha sengal. I mean, anyone can do that. Even the pakkathu aththu thaththa who had no teeth and walked with a crutch could have pulled that one off. Its not like impressing that figure is gonna get you married to her right away. Ava enna caste’o, appa amma wont othufy for that and all..
Because of you, we were forced to join some karate class or tae kwon do and that instructor would semma adi adichify us everyday under the pretext of teaching us and disciplining us. Adi vaangi vaangi, soranaye illaama pochu odambula. The only good thing out of that was in school when teacher asked you to show back of the hand and beat with scale it never pained and all. All that othai karate instructor gave previous day in class made our odambu marathu pogify completely.
We cant able to put maanja and fly kite also. All the folks at home will say is, <insert cousin name studying in PSBB> paaru, samuththa free time’la rangoli class porathu. neeyum irukkiye, porukki kaathadi uda pora!”. Seriously, how many of you people get up in the morning at 5 am and vaasal’a thanni thelichify and put 36 pulli kolam? En indha vetti bandha and all going for rangoli class?
I want compensation. Either invent a time machine and send me back to my childhood. I will murder you all before hand. Pull something off like John Conor in terminator padams so that you don’t exist in the first place. Adhu mudiyalenna pay me! I want all your money! The ladies, I want all you pretty girl friends numbers except the ones that studied in MOP vaishnav college. Andha gang’a ennala sathyamaa tolerate panna mudiyaathu. I cant able to buy Gucci tissues to wipe the cold coffee that spills of her lips while she needs to have that at trident everyday and I have to ferry her by a A segment car only and drop her back.
So when you are done reading this, text me and I will send you my bank account number. ICICI or HDFC is better since I can get money faster on these accounts. Yes, and one more thing. I know you got married at 32 and you are relieved you are getting laid and not dying a virgin and all but putting your wifes photo as your Display Picture on gmail chat, facebook, twitter and all is completely unacceptable. Unless you want people like me to hit on her, that is.
P.S. this is one comedy piece only. romba tension aagina drink the ice more amma makes at home or adichify some filter kaapi and listen to some indholam on your iPod or something instead of calling my onnu vitta chithappa or vayasukku varaatha paatti a brammaharthi and all. also amits and neha’s who did not understand the tamil, maaf keejiye!
comedy, daily life, funny, happenings, humour 2 Comments There are some people in your life who come for in to play their part for a short period of time and then leave a permanent mark on you. Then suddenly one fine day you recollect memories of this person and miss the times. It feels sort of weird but one such person I remember today is Dr. Jayson. I can safely say I’ve seen enough doctors in my lifetime compared to the average individual. Most of them were orthopedics or neuro surgeons and were consulted for my physical condition.
However there is one doctor who stands out in my head. This guys name is Jayson. He used to run a small but very famous clinic or rather to be fair enough, a room (shop) which was 6 foot by 6 foot right next to a flour mill shop close to home. Whenever someone fell sick, post all self medication and prasadham from temples the usual last resort was this guy. He was an excellent person and not to mention a personality as well. The only trouble is, his injections on the buttocks hurt like bat shit crazy for the next 5 days. You would never feel a thing, his touch was like feather but when you sat on the floor with your ass back at home I would have screamed “son of a biyaatch!” if only I had know such words back then, but then I was barely 6 or 7, sigh!. So yes, it was a dull and uninteresting “yamaaaaaadiyov!” for all I care to remember.
The most vivid memory of this doctor was when my curiosity as always brought me close to death or at least brought my parents close to shitting themselves. So one fine day after a lot of physiotherapy at GH and goofing around the house and getting ass whooped as you would get in a typical Indian family in the mid 1980’s it so happened to be the case that I found a shiny tin can with red and green/white text and it smelt like sugar. So I opened it and conveniently drank a lot of it. Sadly, before I emptied it all I heard a scream from my cousin. One like when them pretty boobied women give out before being stripped naked and killed in the Evil Dead movie, not before being paraded gleefully by roots of a tree 34.8 miles into the forest at 1 in the midnight.
Yes, it was baygon spray.
Of course, nothing happened to me. At least not immediately. So I was rushed to Dr. Jayson where this dude made me drink lots of salt water and I did not puke. I probably enjoyed all that salt water and pretended it was the sea. I don’t remember If I asked for some lemon and sugar with it, i might have knowing what kind of a brat I was. Anyways, this is when Dr. Jayson pulls out his magic. He gives you pills the size of a mustard seed or an ant egg, so to speak. You swallow that bugger and everything you ever ate in the past 4 days comes out of your mouth in the next 3 minutes. He was extremely famous for this. Folks in the house would be relieved seeing you puke till your internal organs came out.
Paatti would exclaim “Appaada! vaandhi eduthuttaya? avan kudukkara marunthu ellame appadi thaan. kettadhai ellam veliyila vara vechidum, aanaa nallathu!”
Jason doctor had this unique skill. He would probably cure HIV or something by giving you pukable pills, if he were alive now.
Last I heard, he went to London for higher studies. Post that I heard rumors that he died of cancer. I hope they were just rumors. It would be ironic If someone awesome like him weren’t alive today helping people.
