"Road number 3, Banjara Hills pe, TV9 aur Chutney's ke beech mein?"
Auto-wale bhaiyya- "80?"
"Chalo" Let’s be honest, it’s not that I cannot haggle, I am just lazy.
"Aap Bangal se hain?"
"Haan, aapko kaise pata?"
"Main dekhkar hi samajh gaya, aur phir aapke bolne ke dhang se,"
Hmm, strange…
“Main Bihar se hun”
“Accha”
"Aap doctor ho?"
Ok, has he been stalking me?
"Uh…haan"
"Kis cheez ke?"
"Aankhon ke"
"Oh, accha. Doctor banne ke liye bahut padhna padta hai na?"
"Doctor banne ke baad bhi bahut padhna padta hai!"
“Kitne saal ho gaye doctor bane?”
“Dus saal pehle medical college join kiya tha?”
“Dus saal? Aapki umar kya hai?”
“28”
“Oh”
"Meri ek beti hai, main usko doctor banana chahta hoon,"
"Mat banana, kuch aur banne dena...koi anjan admi maarke chala jayega. Aaj kal yehi ho raha hai, aapne padha hoga paper mein"
"Chhee chhee…Yeh sab kya karte hain.Aap log toh bhagwan hain."
"Humein bhagwan ka darja nahi chahiye, hum toh bas apna kaam bina kisi dar ke karna chahte hain"
“Yeh baat sunkar bada accha laga. Bhagwan ke baad toh aap hi aatey hain.”
“Yeh sab mat kahiye, aisa kuch bhi nahi hai.”
"Meri maa bimar thi, doctor usey nahi bacha sakey, par maine dekha tha ki us doctor ne kitni koshish ki thi"
"Humse jo best ho sakta hai, hum karne ki koshish karte hain. Bas bhaiyya, side mein rok dijiye"
"Aapko yahan utarna hai?"
"Mujhe toh actually yahan se road cross karna hai"
"Yahan se dhyaan se cross kijiye, galat jagah hai, gadi bahut tezz aati hai. Aapko road ke uss side jaana hai?"
"Ji, aap chaloge kya? Par aapko U-turn lena padega circle se"
"Haan toh hum le lenge.”
"Kitna loge?"
"Aap jo denge. Yahan se cross mat karna, extra dekar auto ko bolna turn le le"
"Actually doosre auto-wale mana kar dete hai"
"Sab ek jaise nahi hote hain, sab ek jaise hote toh Bharat, America ban jaata. Aap jaise log jab tak hain, desh ka accha hoga"
"Hum koshish karte hain Sir"
"Kabhi kabhi doctor laparwahi bhi karte hain, gusse se baat karte hain, aapki tarah acche se nahi"
"Sir, situation alag hoti hai, government hospital mein doctors 100-200 patients dekhte hain, tension mein hote hain, unke upar stress rehta hai."
And the auto took the U-turn.
“Aapki salary kitni hai?”
“**”
“Bas! Mujhe laga aapka 1-1.5L hoga”
“Haha…nahi nahi, itni kahan. Bas bhaiyya, rok dijiye.”
I paid him, got off and walked two steps.
Then I took a U-turn
"Accha bhaiyya, agar aapki beti doctor banna chahti hai, toh banne dena. Jitna satisfaction patients ko thik karke milta hai, woh aur kisi kaam mein nahi milega. Aur aapne hi toh kaha, sab log ek jaise nahi hote."
MS
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