Sham over Shame
‘Hey Alpha! Did you check the main notice board, your name is there!’
Oh wow! What did I accomplish now? I never cease to amaze myself. I am too good to be in this college, too good for my friends, too good for my teachers (there’s a song like this na?). I better find a mansion for my Ego. I guess my head is big enough.
I saunter to the notice board with my nose upturned. Kiss my rotten toe nail, ye Earthlings! Move over, THE ME has arrived!
Yes! My unisex name was there…in the list of Losers. I had attendance shortage in …Chemistry! Holy Allen Solly! I thought I had done the calculations right. I had hoped to scrap through the 75%. Of course I wasn’t going to attend a class more than what was required. Surely not Chemistry!
Crabby Chemistrywala had taken away 1/67th of my happiness in life. There was no way out of this. I have to get a doctor’s certificate. Dammit!
A fraction of happiness returned when I saw my good friend, Distirani’s name in the list too. I am sure she’ll make a hue and cry of this and will blame me for it, but at least I have company.
Hell Broke Loose! Distirani was inconsolable. She would be ostracized by her family. She had never gotten into trouble like this before. She has to write the exams- her distinction is at stake! No one in her entire khandhan had attendance shortage before!
Excuse me! You would think my family is known for bunking classes. Must ask my dad/ granddad/ granduncle someday about this.
Some kind veteran senior guys consoled her (what about me guys?). ‘Don’t worry Distu baby, you just need a doc’s certificate and you’re scott free. Go to apna faithful Shamu’s clinic.’
With that new found knowledge, we bid them adieu and proceeded to Dr. Shamu. What will we tell him? We’ll have to fake some illness and explain that we lost our original doc’s certificate. Yeah, both of us lost it in the recent tornado. Distirani conveniently said she wouldn’t lie and I had to do the acting. Sure sure! Do I have a choice here? I have to help the downtrodden. Again, the chorus- I am too good for my…
So we drive to his clinic, park my vehicle, gingerly walk into his office, Disti behind me peering from my shoulders.
Motu Shamu detects our presence, doesn’t lift his head from the magazine,’ Yes, from what time to what time?’
‘Err.. Time? August 31st to September 10th.’
'Names please?'
I am quite shocked at this point. What about the explanation we had rehearsed? I recover quickly ‘Oh yes yes.. Alpha.. Alpha Hydroxy and Distirani Firstclasswali.
He gets down to business. Writes down two certificates and slams them in front of us. I had bronchitis and Disti had viral fever. And in a mater-of-fact way he adds ’And that would be 20 bucks each.’
This was too good to be true. Is this guy an actual doctor? By now I was coughing violently and my friend’s eyeballs and tongue had popped out. Maybe she got the viral fever.
When we went guiltily to submit this form at the counter, we were surprised to find a huge pile of med certificates next to the peon- every single one bearing the letter-head of Dr. Shamu Pai. Our man seemingly had made a shit load of money that month.
Shucks! That would have been just 80 bucks more if I had spent my time more constructively instead of attending Electronics, Maths, Elements of Mechanical Engineering and what’s that other class again?
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