When new to Bangalore, I was introduced to this doctor. He closed his clinic at 4 and we all went for drinks.
Then again I met him at 4 one day and he closed the clinic and said lets drink. Then another time I met him at 11am. He was getting ready to close the clinic when I told him its too early to drink.
Since then I met him at an appropriate time of 7...730 which was his usual closing time.
He would drink two quarter whiskey and then one peg for the road.
I had a quarter Old Monk. The quality of the drink has gone from bad to worse. But it cost only 23/- thats why.
One morning he called and asked me to come to his clinic. I went. He closed the clinic but this time it was not to drink. He drove his Primier Padmini to Horamavu. Which was then a desolate area on the outskirts of Bangalore. More like a forest area. He stopped the car and went to meet a group of people waiting for him. I was sitting in the car. He returned with a suitcase. He drove to this house and handed me the suitcase. Go and give it to the person in the house. Well, this was all new to me. What was in it. Drugs. Will i get caught. I rang the door bell. A middle aged woman opened the door. I gave her the suitcase and told her that the guy in the car asked me to give it to her. She looked at the car. And then went inside her home and closed the door. We both drove back and then drinks, of course.
A month later the doc passed away. Galloping cancer.
[To Be Continued...]
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