I was looking forward to score points with God by visiting a blood donation camp organized in the campus. Sometime before I was setting out, Ankur showed up at my room. He was slightly hesitant about coming along after hearing a friend’s horrific story subsequent to a donation. I still maintain that the story was made up. Anyhow, after some ‘palika bazaar’ style arguments from my side, Ankur decided to tag along.
The irony…? Well, the doctor found me unfit to donate blood while Ankur ended up doing so, and getting an appreciation certificate and some chocolates in the process. Needless to say, I gobbled up the goodies. The second humorous thing about the incident was Ankur’s horror stricken face and comments throughout the bleeding process…
“I feel funny (gasp)…am sick.”
“My hands are going cold (sob).”
“Why are you having the chocolates?”
“I don’t think my blood will clot.”
Decided to end the day with scotch to smooth things over…
