A beautiful conversation

 I am in Goa. Woke up late due to late night party which I feel wasn’t meant for me (am I old ? - no ways)

So I was staying at a hostel. The reason being the opportunity to meet people. So after having a nice breakfast of omelette and coffee at a nearby restaurant I wander back to my hostel and sit in the wonderful courtyard with tall old trees saving u from the sun with their shadowy leaves. I started searching for places that had live gigs. Like of real indie music and not the usual ...omg I have forgotten what the sound of the disco is...please help me with that. So I was searching for some soulful musical experience in Goa. (Hoping to find lucky ali actually) Luck be it there was a live gig happening in the beautiful space in the hostel itself. The staff told me that the band people were already there. So I went to see who these guys were. They were just setting up their whole thing. The mic and the speakers and stuff. Don’t really know what all things are included. I just went and sat at the bar. Ordered a fancy pinacolada for myself. Ankita the chef started chatting with me. One person from the band guys joined us. He was kinda good looking enough to make me interested. So we started with the usual banter .

R (me) : hey where u from ?

H(him): hey I am from Pune actually.

R: R u playing in the band?

H: no m just the photographer. Those other guys r going to sing and play the guitar.

R: oh nice. Btw cool tattoo. What does it mean? Looks like some script.

H : thanks. It’s written vertically, try reading it

R: something from R

H: yeah it’s Rada Rada in Marathi. (It was on his neck)

R: oh shit that took me a while. Cool ya. I also wanted a tattoo of a semicolon. It stands for solidarity for people with mental health disorders. 

H : damn cool ya. How come I didn’t know this. I am supposed to know.

R: oh why u supposed to know about this ?

H : wait I’ll just come. (The band people called him to help with the arrangements.)

H: this place is damn nice ya. The decor and everything. Wish we could do a video here.

R : hey why did u just say that u were supposed to know about the tattoo?

H: oh that .. because m a doctor yaar. That curly guy over there  we both are mbbs interns.

R : what ? 

H : yeah I mean obviously it’s rare to find a doctor in this setting.

R: That’s right. What are the odds ? I am a doctor too.

(I had to really convince him in the next part of the conversation that I was a doctor because me sitting there in my Goan shorts with an oversized T-shirt and my unwaxed legs and wind blown hair sipping on a pinacolada at the bar in Goa ... kinda hard to believe)

So I told him about my NGO and he was super impressed. I just hoped and prayed that he didn’t call me ma’am there when he came to know that I was actually done with my MD and everything.

But he didn’t. 

Later he introduced me to his friend who wanted to do psychiatry later. I told him about the research work at samvad and hopefully he will be joining as a volunteer in the later half of this year.

It was a good trip.

P.S I don’t date interns😉


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