Extract taken from diary dated 12th April
The Day before- Kathmandu Cancer Hospital
As I entered I saw a board “welcome to Kathmandu cancer hospital” hanged on the glass door. It was like any other hospital in the country. Names of Doctors, qualification and universities they had attained were adorned on the left side of the information Cell like tiger heads in the hunter’s home. In the background there was a painting by Nepali famous engineer turned artist Arjun Sharma which has covered the whole wall.
I stepped towards information Cell, it was barricaded by the glass. Inside there were three staff working on some stuff.
Hello! I greeted.
The central seated male staff who was working on some file turned towards me and ‘said Yes sir, how may I help you?.
Can I know in which room Miss DeepshikHa Lama is?
Sir, what relations you have with her, ‘he asked in a soft voice while checking files.
I don’t have any relationship with her.
But before I could finish what I was saying he interrupted. Sir I can’t give information, it’s against our hospital policy and privacy policy of patients too.
Is it so? But she had called me, can I meet her? I asked.
No sir, how can you. It’s violates both the policies I referred before ‘ He answered with fake gestured.
I could have told him that gesturing is not male job, the male always are imperfect in this art. But I felt it’s unnecessary, so I let it go.
She had called me, I need to talk. She wants to share her story. ‘ I said
What sir, She wants to share a story. To whom? ‘ He asked with a desire to investigate.
No, you are getting wrong. I am a Freelance writer. She wanted me to draft her life into words. ‘ I explained.
Eh! Really?’’ sounds good. But can you manage to write? He said in a doubtful statement, other two also draw their ear to listen, what this 18 years foolish looking creature has to say. Who their in mind even might can’t write a short essay will write a story.
What do you think? Can’t I?
You Gurung? ‘He question
I hate those differentiation questions but I move my head to say ‘ No
Sherpa then? Or Bhote?
Sherpa ‘ I answered firmly so that other two can also listen.
Hmm! Highlander. ‘ He said for conformation. He spoke again, it’s not you guy's job to write a story. It’s Bahuns and other high caste people's job, they are good at this. Not you people.
I hate his statement more than anything. "these things irritate me. Can’t you please change the topic and let me know can I meet her or Else I have to leave ‘ I said
Sir, you are in Nepal. You can’t get rid of such things. Even if you succeed in writing what you called story. You have to find a publisher. Most of them are those people and they reject without going through your script. Then it's going to irritate you sir.
Don’t teach me, I know what I have to do and what I am doing. It will be better if you concentrate on your work. Or else you open the private caste consultancy service, then you consult your client studying their caste what work to perform, what not to perform, what they are good at and what they are not at. I swear You will make good money. You are really good at this. ‘ I said as I calmness
Ouch! Sir, you get hurt? I don’t mean to hurt you. You have taken all things wrong. Anyway lets skipped. Miss Deepshikha Lama right?
Yes, then can I meet?
Of course, If she called then she might have found something in you, that we don’t have. ‘ Three of them laugh briefly. Room No 14, you may proceed .
Where? Second floor?
Go straight, you will find x ray department, in opposite there is a stairs getting upstairs. ‘ I mean second floor he corrected.
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