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cesspool memoirs




introductory

a taste of things to come!

i slipped and fell into a cesspool some time in 1995 and was wallowing in the muck for the next decade or so. right now i am out of the "pool", but i am afraid the stink is still there . it will require a few scrub baths to get rid of it and i am on the look out for a spa. in the mean time, here are some of my memoirs of the period.

one day some time in the ninetees i was called to the office of the hod. this time i had company for there were two associate professors as well as a very experienced lecturer there. the common factor was that we all belonged to the group that takes the shift from 0800 hrs to 1500 hrs - the other shift was from 0900 to 1600 hrs.

the hod bluntly told us that so many sheets of OHP papers have been stolen from her office and "you give it back to me". i was aghast and asked her whether she was by any chance, suggesting that i could have stolen it! "yes" came the prompt reply.

i got up and told her very politely that if i had stolen it, it is most unlikely that i would return it to her just by her asking me. she ought to lodge a complaint with the thiruvananthapuram medical college police and tell them that i am the suspect. then they will take me in and bash me up and i will admit that every thing that has been missing from the department was stolen by me. after giving her this piece of advice i simply walked out.

no one else uttered a word ( that is infront of the hod; but once they came out, they were all fretting and fuming) and i was the only one to react. (is it because i am abnormal and mentally deranged? shall i get myself admitted in a lunatic asylum?)

another incident was probably after an year or so, when a text book was said to have been stolen from the department. one of the professors told me that madam, meaning the hod ( the same person as in the previous incident), was going to visit the houses of the staff and personally search the house for the stolen book. i told her that if any one dares to set foot in my house with that purpose, i will kick that person out. ( goodness, gracious; i am a real violent lunatic. i should be in chains!) the professor took offence and said that this was not the way to talk about madam. i replied that there was nothing personal about it and i was just making a general statement.

however, a similar incident during the reign of the next hod ended on a different note altogether. this time it was a microscope that was found missing - at least that was how the story went. i had a cupboard in the lab in which i had locked up a few instruments i had borrowed from various departments in my name. the hod told me that she wanted to search my cupboard. i assured her that the microscope was not there and she accepted my word. but later ( most likely on some one else's advice) she changed her mind and said she would want to search my cupboard all the same. i agreed and gave her the key - they could not find any thing.

i was piqued and sent a letter to the hod demanding an apology. but this time i was the one who was acutely embarrassed when she asked me: yes jyothi, what type of apology do you want - written or oral. i just made myself scarce!

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the above is taken from my online diary of june 2005


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viceman
january 2006

last updated january 13, 2006

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