I was quite perturbed to see a notice pinned on the hospital notice board early this morning which staidly announced – All doctors and staff members are hereby instructed to observe strict austerity in their public conduct and refrain from wasteful expenditure wherever deemed applicable. Indulging in inappropriate acts of profligacy while on duty shall attract penal...

By follies, I mean mistakes. Not the Foley’s Catheter which nurses secretly enjoy inserting in a man’s, well, manhood. Susie is too young and inexperienced for that. Truth is, Susie is beginning to lose her grip. No no, not on things you people are imagining. And so what if it’s Valentine’s Day today? Duh. It’s all about duty and care and...

I apologise to my readers for having kept Susie off my blog for a considerable period of time.  She was indisposed for a while, you see, having contracted malaria first, and then a bit of gas, ostensibly from an overdose of medications prescribed by my dear friend Dr. Phadnis. Now she is fine, radiating from the glow of iron tonics and protein powders, that I had pilfered...

“Saar…coffee.”  Susie’s steamy whisper hung over the wisps of instant coffee as she poured me a cup of the piping concoction. It was a chilly morning and she was arched precariously over my table, her rather large pair of cute cherry blossoms (cheeks, I hasten to add, in case you thought otherwise) oozing enough warmth to cook the cockles of my...

  “Saa…aar…” I confess I become dizzy with arousal (an emotional and innocent kind of arousal, so to say) whenever Susie calls out in her husky coconut milk flavoured Mallu accent, and today her pitch had that unique seductive chirp to it that augured a sense of general happiness and robust well being. This girl is something, I tell you. And...

Part III was written much earlier, but I became so numb with Kambakkht Ishq’s hangover, that this blogpost was excessively delayed. You may refresh...

Before you read further, you’re urged to read the prologue. We were allotted seats from D3 to D6 and there was considerable discussion as to how we should accommodate ourselves without ruffling each others feathers. Since Faddu and myself hardly had any (feathers, I mean, and we were ready to remove our shirts and show it), we were gleefully open to all possible combinations...

Susie had been hovering around me for the past few minutes doing all sorts of unnecessary things. Surely she had something in her mind.  She had dusted the books on the table five times and washed the same tea cups thrice in the last ten minutes. When she looked like approaching the wash basin again, I could take it no longer. “Yes Soosie? Is there something...

Before you read further, you are urged to read Heart Attack – I, to be able to understand the context better. Contd. form Heart Attack – I “Please saar…” Susie cocked her head, batted her eyelids, adjusted her..ahem…specs and acted real coy. The resolve suddenly vanished. Coy-thus interruptus. Heart Attack – II “You see Soosie, constipation...

Sister Susie, our nurse, entered my chamber with a sad look on her face. “Saar…” “Yes Soosie? Anything wrong?” “Saar…my unnkill….” “That’s quite a sad news!” I felt a surge of sympathy for Susie. Poor girl. Too bad to lose an uncle at this tender age. What she deserved now were a few words of comfort,...