The TTK Saga Continues
Life's surely a joke at TTK.
After a month of spitting fire at TTK and receiving nothing but utter disdain, my only hopes to restore normalcy in my life was to personally visit the hallowed HO. Prior to the visit, I had barked so hard and so long over the phone at the folks from TTK, the window panes in my house rattled! I can't even begin to describe how my queries were answered. A bunny would have responded better.
The auto ride was long and bumpy. The driver and I spoke languages that had nothing in common. The fare was Rs.125, which turned out not to be that fair after all. My appointment was between 2 & 3 in the afternoon, and in keeping with my tradition, reached before time. Killed the buffer time taking lunch at a Kerala restaurant.
The rendezvous at the HO was like a sword meeting the shield. To put it tamely, I was ready to grant someone frequent flier miles to Hell. Someone calling himself "Mr.Arun" [sic] had to bear my brunt, and he bore it well. I put my bro-in-law on the line cause he understood the nuances much better than me. Here's what transpired: we've got to contact the hospital and ask for a discharge summary. Knowing well how hospitable hospitals are, I'm not too certain they'll entertain us. I'm just hoping for a miracle or a secret hymn whose chanting will awaken the morally dead folks at Hindusthan Health Point.
I thought of taking the bus back home. Being illiterate to the local language, and most buses proudly flaunting their routes only in Kannada (a subtle overtone of hostility towards any non-native...again typical of the Indian psyche), my futile wait at the stand was a foregone conclusion. I took an auto after half-an-hour, this time the fare being only Rs.95.
I don't know if the visit was any use.