The doctor seemed to be pleased by his decision. He took a refreshing bath and the doctor gave him lots of toast and a hot cup of tea to fill his appetite. He could not have asked for more in such a situation. There was a homely atmosphere in the bungalow where the doctor lived. After he finished his food, while detailing about his career a long silence followed in the room. The doctor seemed to be thinking of something as he was walking to and fro in the room. He was not in a position to say anything as being an introvert by nature he could not understand what more to say to keep the conversation alive. While walking up and down the room the doctor was stealing quick glances at him. The kerosene lamp created variation of images on the wall while the doctor was strolling in the room. To speak the truth he was feeling a bit uneasy.
The doctor sat down on the table opposite to him and said, ‘You know Mr. …….. .’ he said, ‘Subhankar Mitra.’ The doctor laughed a bit and said, ‘Yes yes yes, I forgot. You know old age spares no one. I think I am losing my memory day by day.’ ‘Sir, you can call me Subha, my pet name.’ The doctor again laughed and said, ‘If I can call you Subha, then why are you calling me Sir.’ You can call me Ajit and I will call you Subha. From now on we are friends and friends call each other by their names, right.’ he said, ‘Right Sir.’ What! The doctor was startled. He said, ‘Sorry, Ajit.’ ‘Yes, that is good’, said the doctor. The doctor said that his career was that of being lucky and unlucky at the same time. He was a bit unnerved as he was not in a position to say anything on that abrupt context. The doctor’s looks towards him was that of mixed emotions, serious and smiling at the same time. The doctor burst out in fits of laughter, which made him all the more tense than before. Dr. Ajitesh understood his position and trying to relax him, the doctor said that he is a First Class First from the Calcutta Medical College. The doctor got a good job at Calcutta itself. His mentality demanded to help the poor as staying at the city will do him no good. The doctor wanted to spend the rest of his life in quieter places like the village or the forests. The doctor was unlucky because he had to leave the job and also his aged parents for a greater call of duty for the under privileged. The doctor got another government job as a Senior Health Officer near the border area of Bangladesh. He considered himself lucky as he was able to serve all the casualty patients including the civilians and also the B.S.F. Even the local police and gangsters came to him as patients. The fees were handsomely paid and patients were more then often crowding his dispensary. He was laughing at the doctor’s humorous attitude and while his eyes were trying to understand the environment in which Dr. Ajitesh lives, his eyes got stuck to something he was not expecting. The doctor understood his surprise. The doctor was a regular drinker. The situation was a bit hypocritical, as doctors always advice their patients against drinking by showing more than a hundred reasons as to how it disrupts the normal day to day life of a person. The doctor’s reason though not fully acceptable was that it is essential to keep the body calm as during the day time the tension of the patients gets build up in the mind and affects the night’s sleep; and that it is an easy method of relaxation in a lone dark forest with no one to talk to at night. The doctor was a bachelor.
The doctor sat down on the table opposite to him and said, ‘You know Mr. …….. .’ he said, ‘Subhankar Mitra.’ The doctor laughed a bit and said, ‘Yes yes yes, I forgot. You know old age spares no one. I think I am losing my memory day by day.’ ‘Sir, you can call me Subha, my pet name.’ The doctor again laughed and said, ‘If I can call you Subha, then why are you calling me Sir.’ You can call me Ajit and I will call you Subha. From now on we are friends and friends call each other by their names, right.’ he said, ‘Right Sir.’ What! The doctor was startled. He said, ‘Sorry, Ajit.’ ‘Yes, that is good’, said the doctor. The doctor said that his career was that of being lucky and unlucky at the same time. He was a bit unnerved as he was not in a position to say anything on that abrupt context. The doctor’s looks towards him was that of mixed emotions, serious and smiling at the same time. The doctor burst out in fits of laughter, which made him all the more tense than before. Dr. Ajitesh understood his position and trying to relax him, the doctor said that he is a First Class First from the Calcutta Medical College. The doctor got a good job at Calcutta itself. His mentality demanded to help the poor as staying at the city will do him no good. The doctor wanted to spend the rest of his life in quieter places like the village or the forests. The doctor was unlucky because he had to leave the job and also his aged parents for a greater call of duty for the under privileged. The doctor got another government job as a Senior Health Officer near the border area of Bangladesh. He considered himself lucky as he was able to serve all the casualty patients including the civilians and also the B.S.F. Even the local police and gangsters came to him as patients. The fees were handsomely paid and patients were more then often crowding his dispensary. He was laughing at the doctor’s humorous attitude and while his eyes were trying to understand the environment in which Dr. Ajitesh lives, his eyes got stuck to something he was not expecting. The doctor understood his surprise. The doctor was a regular drinker. The situation was a bit hypocritical, as doctors always advice their patients against drinking by showing more than a hundred reasons as to how it disrupts the normal day to day life of a person. The doctor’s reason though not fully acceptable was that it is essential to keep the body calm as during the day time the tension of the patients gets build up in the mind and affects the night’s sleep; and that it is an easy method of relaxation in a lone dark forest with no one to talk to at night. The doctor was a bachelor.
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