Since the time babai scared the living daylights out of me about Diabetes, I have managed to keep my diet under control. The exception was 2 Sundays ago, when Durga pinni served a 'light' lunch comprising of
a) 2 kuras
b) pappu
c) charu
d) curd and
e) rasmalai (Kanth's contribution from the local sweet shop)
"emi ledu bujji, koddige chesaale", she said, thus proving herself to be a master of the understatement.
With this heightened awareness of Diabetes (DM), I naturally picked up a leaflet on DM at the Wokhardt hospital for casual reading, as I waited in the reception area one cold evening. I was there to help out a colleague who had a medical emergency in the family.
As I read the booklet, I discovered to my horror that I seemed to be richly endowed with most of the symptoms of DM. As if to rub salt into the wound (or perhaps, sugar into the bloodstream), the booklet also took particular joy in describing the various maladies that one can develop with DM.
But then, I remembered another gentleman, whose rich imagination led him to believe he has all the diseases listed in the Medical dictionary (except for Housemaid's knee). And I decided to follow the advice he had got from his doctor: "don't stuff up your head with things you don't understand". Thus, I restored a measure of calm to myself and exited cheerfully from that medical mausoleum.
So whoever said 'Truth imitates fiction' sure got it right. Thank you, Jerome K Jerome!
(P.S.: For those who haven't read it, I was referring to the 1st chapter of 'Three men in a boat' (http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext95/3boat10.txt). Read it!)
