Friday, July 27, 2012

Delhi Diary VII: The Rickshaw-puller’s Pregnancy Dilemma


Delhi Diary VII: The Rickshaw-puller’s Pregnancy Dilemma


At 4:30 P.M., a soothing cool breeze accosted me as I emerged from the air-conditioned chill of the OPD chamber, which had enclosed me for the past seven hours, in a gladdening contrast to the usual aversion of having to experience singeing due to the previously so-often-described calefaction. It had been raining heavily to flood the roads by a few centimeters depth! A faint drizzle still lingered on.
That affected my mind to decide on spending four times the fare to reach home by choosing the luxury of a solitary ride in a rickshaw instead of boarding a crowded mini-van which treats the passengers as poultry!
The rickshaw-puller, RP, enacted a cameo!
The guy was soaked in the rain and his guts were soaked in alcohol. The air he exhaled was pungently repulsive.
He asked me, “Sir! Are you part of the staff in the hospital?”
Me: I am a doctor.
RP: Then I have a problem to share!
Me: Yes, tell me.
RP: Do you have the pill to stop pregnancy?
Me: No! I don’t have it. How come you need it?
RP: What to say sir! My wife will have another child in her womb if you don’t help! We did it fifteen days ago and she did not take her pills! She told me only yesterday and I am very unhappy and thus I drank some more today! Please sir, only you can help! Give me the other pill.
Me: Why don’t you want a child? How many do you have?
RP: There are three!
Me: Then why don’t you undergo NSV?
RP: Why are you joking sir? My wife will be taking pills regularly from next time! NSV is impossible for me! I could be of use for somebody someday!
Now that was a weirdly immoral yet rib-tickling statement!
Me: How so?
That subsequent question sub-consciously followed while I tried to subdue laughter.
RP: I am thinking of helping those who can’t produce children!
Me: Ok.
This man believed in the modern concept of sperm donation.
RP: I have talked about it with my wife! She will give me only one chance and no more to impregnate her sister!
Now, my head was spinning at the grotesque statement but then, the words of the alcoholic sounded like truth.
By now, he was imploring me to fetch him the prized pill. It was my luck that I reached my destination and did it at half the usual fare for bearing with his story!



3 comments:

Dr.Mayurakshi said...

@gaurav da What's even more comical is that in the Indian smorgasbord, such preposterous moments are routine! Hilarity is retrospective, and facepalm the inevitable present. My mind is still trying to get over and at the same time very curious about the rickshaw-puller's family dynamics!!!!

Rov said...

Thanks for reading Mayurakshi! How are you? I met the Rickshaw-puller another time today but he was sober on this occasion and I dared not inquire further! :)

Dr.Mayurakshi said...

This hilarious anecdote reminded me of similar encounters during my rural life and I've posted it on my blog with a link to this post. Do read. And you were wise not to delve further into the mind-boggling life he leads! :)