I have officially changed
K from my never met phone buddy to my first psychiatric patient..Yes!! I
have self-appointed myself as K’s shrink@psychiatrist since I realized that K
tends to pour out K’s feelings and talks to me over K’s problems more than
chatting with me as a normal phone buddy..The Unexpected Adventures of Sagaya
and the Mysterious K had turned into a new chapter- The Ever Expected
Adventures of Sagaya and Crazy K…
Whilst adapting and settling down in the tinsel town of
Kampar- moving into a terrace house with extremely small bathroom which K
explained on expecting a normal sized
bathroom any human could use but I had to pacify him (note the term ‘PACIFY’)
that it would be a common sight in the aged old town of Kampar with old terrace
houses and the rents are very much pleasing as well and K being a Klang Valley-bred Indian used to
rich, authentic Indian food and omnipotent restaurants had to ‘sacrifice’ K’s
taste bud to austere and typical Chinese food in I assume should have one or
two Indian stalls in a small Chinese dominated town that is very usual to a
Perak-bred Indian guy like me (Teluk Intan had one pathetic Sarojini Restaurant
while I was a kiddo and alternatively we had the famous mamak dishes from Gulam
Rasul and Mastan Ghani which I have never set my foot before as the whole
family were gleefully enjoying any
Chinese food you could name at any time-breakfast, lunch, dinner or even supper when it comes to eating out and I had my
experience of ‘cultural shock’ upon enrolling into UPM where my Klang Valley
originated Indian buddies shy away from even a mere economical Chinese rice and
adored Indian breakfast of thosai,idli, poori and bla bla bla which gave me
nausea for almost a semester)..
Settling down is one thing for K but the biggest comical
drama started at K’s workplace. K started job at the wrong time of the
year-it’s the semester break and classes would only commence in Sept 2016 and
our hyperactive friend, K was basically suffering from boredom sitting in a
room as a lecturer who wasn’t lecturing and was walking up and down to the
cafeteria to have the Chinese food K hates most (poor K, I’ve decided to
comfort- note the term ‘COMFORT’ and had to call up my cousin sister whose hubby
was from Kampar to find out whether there is any chance of getting home-cooked
Indian food catered directly to K’s house)..Anyway, K has one university senior
as business lecturer who had and could put up with K’s temperament to accompany
K while at UTAR but only short while since the guy is married with one child
and that makes K to come back to me to listen to his day-to-day stories..what
happened today was extremely amusing to me-K was caught in a quiet embarrassing
moment at K’s faculty car park..K presumed or it could have been real that K
accidentally bumped into an awkward moment with his HOD of Pakistani origin and
a Malaysian Indian lecturer at the parking lot..
K was ‘APPLYING LIP BALM’ and the two gentlemen had just
parked at either the side or back of K’s car and they could have assumed that K
was actually putting on make-up as in applying lipstick and that became a huge
embarrassment to K and I had to start listening to my ‘patient’s’ grievances
over the phone…The ‘therapy’ session started with K telling me in a very timid
voice the whole ‘avumanam’ that befell K and that K locked up into the office for
almost an hour unable to withstand the ‘excruciating embarrassment of K’s
lifetime’ and was self-mumbling on whether the two men would have seen the
‘after lunch fiesta’ in K’s car..K decided to consult me, “Dr.Sagaya” on the
severity of the humility and K had also re-enacted the whole drama by going to
the car and basically walked and peeked at the back of the car to check the
possibilities of the ‘lipsie’ moment caught by the guys.. me, on the other hand
was soothing –note the term ‘SOOTHING’ K by telling not to worry much and K’s
should not feel totally down and feel suicidal about it ( I told K that no
point of crying over spilt milk and it is not like K should grind ‘arali’ seed
and commit suicide by consuming the ‘arali vethai’ since K was only applying lip balm and was
not some Chanel 5 or Revlon or MAC lipstick or some Loreal eyeliner in the car)..
I even kind of suggested K to put a drama of accidentally
dropping the lip balm in front of the Pakistani HOD the next time so that the
guy would withdraw the whole bad impression on K, that K is not some ‘third
gendered’ person trying to doll up and having plans of seducing lecturers or students
of UTAR..and then the whole ‘therapy’ diverted from K’s lip balm drama to
pitying an elderly Indian lady janitor at K’s faculty who was sweeping under
the scorching sun and how K sympathized the lady’s condition (how sweet)..and
that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I handled my very first patient, K who
feels some or rather relieved after the heart-to-heart, phone-to-phone session
which I assume is my first ever psychological therapy to a needy soul such as
K…
To K, hang on there buddy...this shall pass !!!
