Long back, in a sermon, a a priest narrated the incident, I now recollect and post it for my rare viewers.
A little more
On a winter night, a weak, frail, almost unconscious person was found on a busy pavement. He had very little clothes on him, and it seemed he has had no food for long. He was shivering with high fever. What to say, he was almost dying on the pavement.
A good Samaritan lead him to a nearby Government Hospital. Doctors routinely allotted him a little space in the already over-crowded Hospital Varanda, The Hospital runners were certain he was a destitute, hence as can be expected, he was treated exactly the way a dejected person can expect. Days passed. On the strength of the pills flung into his mouth by the reluctant nurses, he was back on the recovery path.
On such a day, the attendant nurse, to her surprise, found him reading a book, an English book. She could not resist her anxiety. She promptly took this matter up to the Doctor. The doctor too could not believe as he too had counted him a destitute beggar, certainly not a lettered category.
The doctor accompanied the nurse to the patient and quipped “Area you reading”
“Yes, doctor, just for passing time” “thank you”, in a low voice the patient replied.
Surprised, the doctor further queried, “Are you a learned person ?”
“Yes Doctor” a little” the patient politely answered.
“How little, Pre-degree ?” … Doctor
“Yes, but a little more”
“BA” ?
“ Yes, but a little more”
“Then, uhm…..MA ?”
“Yes doctor, but a little more” patient smiled and answered the doctors.
“My Good God” the impatient doctor yelled at the patient “ Tell me what is your qualification” Who are you ?
Looking up the doctor and the nurse, the patient in a weak, whispering, but firm voice said.
“I am every thing that you have asked, but a little more”
“I am a M ….A….N”
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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