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WEEKEND STORY - Doctors Do-It-All - Times of India
They are saviours, healers -a desperate family's last hope. But how do the physicians heal themselves?
Among the busiest professionals, with intense daily pressure and the stress to handle patients -several of them critically ill -more and more of them are taking out time from their busy schedules to pursue their passion for mental peace, report Sumati Yengkhom and Debashis Konar
Among the busiest professionals, with intense daily pressure and the stress to handle patients -several of them critically ill -more and more of them are taking out time from their busy schedules to pursue their passion for mental peace, report Sumati Yengkhom and Debashis Konar
A surgeon in white overalls, after a gruelling time in the operating thea tre, changes into a T-shirt and jeans and rushes to a studio for the final take. Or a junior doctor gets over her duty hours to hit the ramp. Some of them are in their 20s, some septuagenarians. What binds them is their pursuit of happiness.Unchained melody
From the OT to a recording studio or a jampacked concert hall, Amitabha Chanda,51, can switch gears as deftly as he runs the surgical knife through the cerebral veins. A neurosurgeon by profession and a singer by passion, Chanda has nurtured his musical skills since childhood. With his family rooted in classical music, love for singing came naturally to Chanda, who got training from his mother Ajanta. His passion for music did not wither during his days in Calcutta Medical College or while pursuing higher studies in the US. Aware about his singing talent, his colleagues started asking him to perform in social gatherings.
An ardent fan of Manna Dey, Chanda would rush to listen to him whenever the legend performed in Kolkata and even managed to meet him during a concert at Mahajati Sadan in the late '80s.
Chanda recently recorded songs of his icon with Manna Dey icon with Manna Dey Sangeet Academy and Saregama.
Oncologist Madhuchanda Kar, 54, too, balances profession and passion with equal ease. She trained in classical music as a child during her Modern High School days.She had a healthy competition with Alka Yagnik, who was a year senior. “Now I perform with the cancer-affected children of my NGO, Manami,“ she says.
Utsab Das, 25, is a known face in the morning TV shows as he performs Tagore songs regularly. Though he has turned to patriotic mu sic, he performs Atulprasad and Rajanikanta songs as well. While doing his MBBS, Das performed at a Kalyan Sen Barat show and is now an All India Radio (AIR) singer. His music lessons started at a very tender age with mother Kakali and later with noted singer Swagatalakshmi Dasgupta.
Apart from being a junior doctor, 24-year-old Pritha Chakraborty from Burdwan is both a model and singer. Taking time out of her Calcutta Medical College duty hours, she sings for AIR and has also won awards for her ramp shows.
Anirban Datta is also a singer, composer and songwriter. His musical life started during his days at the North Bengal Medical College. His first album, `Letters From Siliguri', was launched in 2011. He released a solo album, `Palatak', in 2012. The 30-year-old pathologist relishes the moment when he performed a song composed on Sourav Ganguly in a popular TV show and Dada praised his talent.
Splash of colours
Whenever oncologist Kaushik Ray, 32, gets time, he uses it to sketch or draw cartoons. The drawings often take a dig at his colleagues. But his major interest is in political cartoons. Recently, he made an artwork on the India-Pakistan tension following the Uri attack. “Since my college days, I have been doing cartoons and I enjoy it as a stressbuster,“ he says.
When not busy with the scalpel, 59-year-old paediatric surgeon Parthapratim Gupta loves to splash colours on the canvas. “My love for art began in school under the tutelage of Kamal Kumar Majumdar. No matter what, I manage time to follow my passion,“ he says. A golfer as well, Gupta does not let his creations remain within the doors of his workshop. Love for charity has led to his paintings being exhibited with the proceeds going towards medical help of underprivileged children. His latest exhibition, `Crossroads', was held in January.
Seventy-eight-year-old Debasis Bhattacharya studied psychiatry but excelled as an artist as well. “I had an inclination towards painting from a very young age and by the time I turned a doctor, I was more interested in art. My father and maternal grandfather were eminent doctors. I was greatly influenced by Benode Behari Mukherjee, my mentor. Bhattacharya has been holding his art exhibitions regularly since 1972.“Throughout my life, I have been looking at the interface of the human mind and creativity and visual arts,“ says Bhattacharya, who retired as a psychiatrist after three decades.
Orthopaedic surgeon Bitan Maiti, too, draws energy from painting, as it helps him relax.“Whenever I have time, I experiment with various media. I use charcoal sometimes. Pencil is also a favourite mode. But with paint and brush I feel more comfortable,“ says the 31-year-old.
Rhyme & reason
Plastic surgeon Sauradeep Gupta, 32, is a poet and a fiction writer who regularly contributes to various literary magazines. He runs a quarterly literary magazine -`Saptaparna'.Next on his wishlist is the release of his collection of short stories in the 2017 Kolkata book fair. Pallab Kanti Nath, 31, is a critical care expert who has penned a book of poems, `Lying Half Naked'.
Speed thrills
While most doctors prefer to be driven by chauffeurs to avoid the stress of negotiating the erratic Kolkata traffic, 43-year-old critical care expert Arindam Kar vrooms his way to the hospital in a Harley Davidson 2000CC bike. Some colleagues and friends call him crazy for toying with superbikes, but that is no deterrence for Kar. He has taken part in several Harley Owners Group (HOG) rallies. His penchant for bikes has taken him to rallies across India and neighbouring countries -be it as part of the May 2015 HOG rally in Bhutan or the HOG rally in Goa in February this year.
Tinsel town
For gynaecologist Basudeb Mukherjee, acting is a part of life. It started as a boy, when he would perform every year on the stage at their village Simulia, Murshidabad, during Durga Puja. “I started acting in films in 1972. My maid en appearance was in `Ami Sirajer Begum' and after returning from the UK, I was back on the stage. My next film was `Pratighat' in 1978. I acted in `Royal Bengal Rahasya' by Sandip Ray and played the father of Netaji in Shyam Benegal's `Bose: The Forgotten Hero'. I was quite appreciated for my role in Basu Chatterjee's `Chupi Chupi'.“
Mukherjee, despite being a busy doctor, continues to act in films and mega-serials. “If one wants, one can manage and time is not a factor,“ says the 72-year old, whose last film was `Babar Nam Gandhiji' and will also feature in the next Feluda film.
Orthopaedic surgeon Kaushik Ghosh started acting early in life while he was in Don Bosco and performing on stage turned into a passion.Till now, he has acted in 40-odd feature films.He has played a role in `Sab Charitra Kalpanik' and was close to Rituparno Ghosh. “I treated him when he was ill,“ recalled Ghosh. From Mainak Bhaumik's `Aamra' to Anjan Dutta's `Ranjana Ami Ar Asbo Na', he has been seen in several popular movies. He has also played a meaty role in Dibakar Banerjee's `Detective Byomkesh Bakshy!'.
Lens love
Sixty-two-year-old Debal Sen feels he's a photographer first and cardiologist second. “For over half a century, I've been a photographer.But as it is difficult to sustain myself as a photographer, I need to treat patients,“ he says. He has to his credit four books on photography.
More than half of his life is spent healing patients' hearts and the other half travelling.And make no mistake, his trips do not mean luxury holidays. Images are impacts of our subconscious mind, and heart. Trust a cardiologist to prove this.
From:http://epaperbeta.timesofindia.com/Article.aspx?eid=31812&articlexml=WEEKEND-STORY-Doctors-Do-It-All-15102016008027
From the OT to a recording studio or a jampacked concert hall, Amitabha Chanda,51, can switch gears as deftly as he runs the surgical knife through the cerebral veins. A neurosurgeon by profession and a singer by passion, Chanda has nurtured his musical skills since childhood. With his family rooted in classical music, love for singing came naturally to Chanda, who got training from his mother Ajanta. His passion for music did not wither during his days in Calcutta Medical College or while pursuing higher studies in the US. Aware about his singing talent, his colleagues started asking him to perform in social gatherings.
An ardent fan of Manna Dey, Chanda would rush to listen to him whenever the legend performed in Kolkata and even managed to meet him during a concert at Mahajati Sadan in the late '80s.
Chanda recently recorded songs of his icon with Manna Dey icon with Manna Dey Sangeet Academy and Saregama.
Oncologist Madhuchanda Kar, 54, too, balances profession and passion with equal ease. She trained in classical music as a child during her Modern High School days.She had a healthy competition with Alka Yagnik, who was a year senior. “Now I perform with the cancer-affected children of my NGO, Manami,“ she says.
Utsab Das, 25, is a known face in the morning TV shows as he performs Tagore songs regularly. Though he has turned to patriotic mu sic, he performs Atulprasad and Rajanikanta songs as well. While doing his MBBS, Das performed at a Kalyan Sen Barat show and is now an All India Radio (AIR) singer. His music lessons started at a very tender age with mother Kakali and later with noted singer Swagatalakshmi Dasgupta.
Apart from being a junior doctor, 24-year-old Pritha Chakraborty from Burdwan is both a model and singer. Taking time out of her Calcutta Medical College duty hours, she sings for AIR and has also won awards for her ramp shows.
Anirban Datta is also a singer, composer and songwriter. His musical life started during his days at the North Bengal Medical College. His first album, `Letters From Siliguri', was launched in 2011. He released a solo album, `Palatak', in 2012. The 30-year-old pathologist relishes the moment when he performed a song composed on Sourav Ganguly in a popular TV show and Dada praised his talent.
Splash of colours
Whenever oncologist Kaushik Ray, 32, gets time, he uses it to sketch or draw cartoons. The drawings often take a dig at his colleagues. But his major interest is in political cartoons. Recently, he made an artwork on the India-Pakistan tension following the Uri attack. “Since my college days, I have been doing cartoons and I enjoy it as a stressbuster,“ he says.
When not busy with the scalpel, 59-year-old paediatric surgeon Parthapratim Gupta loves to splash colours on the canvas. “My love for art began in school under the tutelage of Kamal Kumar Majumdar. No matter what, I manage time to follow my passion,“ he says. A golfer as well, Gupta does not let his creations remain within the doors of his workshop. Love for charity has led to his paintings being exhibited with the proceeds going towards medical help of underprivileged children. His latest exhibition, `Crossroads', was held in January.
Seventy-eight-year-old Debasis Bhattacharya studied psychiatry but excelled as an artist as well. “I had an inclination towards painting from a very young age and by the time I turned a doctor, I was more interested in art. My father and maternal grandfather were eminent doctors. I was greatly influenced by Benode Behari Mukherjee, my mentor. Bhattacharya has been holding his art exhibitions regularly since 1972.“Throughout my life, I have been looking at the interface of the human mind and creativity and visual arts,“ says Bhattacharya, who retired as a psychiatrist after three decades.
Orthopaedic surgeon Bitan Maiti, too, draws energy from painting, as it helps him relax.“Whenever I have time, I experiment with various media. I use charcoal sometimes. Pencil is also a favourite mode. But with paint and brush I feel more comfortable,“ says the 31-year-old.
Rhyme & reason
Plastic surgeon Sauradeep Gupta, 32, is a poet and a fiction writer who regularly contributes to various literary magazines. He runs a quarterly literary magazine -`Saptaparna'.Next on his wishlist is the release of his collection of short stories in the 2017 Kolkata book fair. Pallab Kanti Nath, 31, is a critical care expert who has penned a book of poems, `Lying Half Naked'.
Speed thrills
While most doctors prefer to be driven by chauffeurs to avoid the stress of negotiating the erratic Kolkata traffic, 43-year-old critical care expert Arindam Kar vrooms his way to the hospital in a Harley Davidson 2000CC bike. Some colleagues and friends call him crazy for toying with superbikes, but that is no deterrence for Kar. He has taken part in several Harley Owners Group (HOG) rallies. His penchant for bikes has taken him to rallies across India and neighbouring countries -be it as part of the May 2015 HOG rally in Bhutan or the HOG rally in Goa in February this year.
Tinsel town
For gynaecologist Basudeb Mukherjee, acting is a part of life. It started as a boy, when he would perform every year on the stage at their village Simulia, Murshidabad, during Durga Puja. “I started acting in films in 1972. My maid en appearance was in `Ami Sirajer Begum' and after returning from the UK, I was back on the stage. My next film was `Pratighat' in 1978. I acted in `Royal Bengal Rahasya' by Sandip Ray and played the father of Netaji in Shyam Benegal's `Bose: The Forgotten Hero'. I was quite appreciated for my role in Basu Chatterjee's `Chupi Chupi'.“
Mukherjee, despite being a busy doctor, continues to act in films and mega-serials. “If one wants, one can manage and time is not a factor,“ says the 72-year old, whose last film was `Babar Nam Gandhiji' and will also feature in the next Feluda film.
Orthopaedic surgeon Kaushik Ghosh started acting early in life while he was in Don Bosco and performing on stage turned into a passion.Till now, he has acted in 40-odd feature films.He has played a role in `Sab Charitra Kalpanik' and was close to Rituparno Ghosh. “I treated him when he was ill,“ recalled Ghosh. From Mainak Bhaumik's `Aamra' to Anjan Dutta's `Ranjana Ami Ar Asbo Na', he has been seen in several popular movies. He has also played a meaty role in Dibakar Banerjee's `Detective Byomkesh Bakshy!'.
Lens love
Sixty-two-year-old Debal Sen feels he's a photographer first and cardiologist second. “For over half a century, I've been a photographer.But as it is difficult to sustain myself as a photographer, I need to treat patients,“ he says. He has to his credit four books on photography.
More than half of his life is spent healing patients' hearts and the other half travelling.And make no mistake, his trips do not mean luxury holidays. Images are impacts of our subconscious mind, and heart. Trust a cardiologist to prove this.
From:http://epaperbeta.timesofindia.com/Article.aspx?eid=31812&articlexml=WEEKEND-STORY-Doctors-Do-It-All-15102016008027
Respect
Respect
Father:
U know son said he to me-
one gets a mark of respect
But not me - Not his father
I don't deserve that
At least from him.
The day of the year last
Evening time at his in-law's
His two uncles were there
My wife's elder and on younger
The father-in-law sat in corner
There was the next door neighbour
And there was I
Sitting next to the man unknown
-the outsider, at least to me he was.
My beloved son comes in
And the new father introduces
The man unknown
He touches his feet in reverence
Elderly he was - it's good teaching
I was a proud father
Sitting next were the uncles
Courtesy he touched theirs as well
But right next was I
He failed to see as if i didn't exist.
He didn't touch mine
Looked the other way
Slipped away busy with his phone
Me - the very fortunate father!
I don't even deserve a token of respect
From the seed that I harvested
That's my luck!
Even a man unknown and outsider
Gets more respect then his own father today
What more shall I say...
Mother:
The two never went along well
Son was naughty
Father was haughty
He was a child and that was his thing
But the man of the house my husband was!
Beat his skin red
The marks went thereafter to black
Who listens to me!
My son was with his cousins
He loved roadside ice-cream
A thing the father despised
He had recently grown
He was now tall like his dad
Muscular shoulders broadening out
The man had escorted them
- he lagged behind the young feet
jumping, hopping, jostling there
The Ice-cream man!
Lets buy and lick, I'll make dad agree
Moments weren't spent many
After he had uttered the words
His ear ranged with a thunderous slap
The cousins quiet in fear
Hiding behind thin air as it were opaque.
What did you say you scoundrel.. Repeat!!
The ice-cream man tried saving him
Actually I requested him to take them Sahib
Words fell on deaf ears.
The son was quiet
Tears welling up from deep inside
'I say look at me and answer
If you can then hold your ears
And do ten sit-ups
Let this be a lesson for children
Who never listen' -
And quietly he obliged
A guy of 16 in front of the whole Bazaar.
No he didn't cry
Quietly they walked the length
And soon was home where I lay
Waiting for the children
I had cooked their favorites
But he rushed in
Hugged me tight
A grasp that felt he would never release
And cried and cried and cried.
See time turns around
My son didn't say anything
Didn't even insult
But till today from what he got
And many such more after again
It's difficult
To Act out the scene of Respect.
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U know son said he to me-
one gets a mark of respect
But not me - Not his father
I don't deserve that
At least from him.
The day of the year last
Evening time at his in-law's
His two uncles were there
My wife's elder and on younger
The father-in-law sat in corner
There was the next door neighbour
And there was I
Sitting next to the man unknown
-the outsider, at least to me he was.
My beloved son comes in
And the new father introduces
The man unknown
He touches his feet in reverence
Elderly he was - it's good teaching
I was a proud father
Sitting next were the uncles
Courtesy he touched theirs as well
But right next was I
He failed to see as if i didn't exist.
He didn't touch mine
Looked the other way
Slipped away busy with his phone
Me - the very fortunate father!
I don't even deserve a token of respect
From the seed that I harvested
That's my luck!
Even a man unknown and outsider
Gets more respect then his own father today
What more shall I say...
Mother:
The two never went along well
Son was naughty
Father was haughty
He was a child and that was his thing
But the man of the house my husband was!
Beat his skin red
The marks went thereafter to black
Who listens to me!
My son was with his cousins
He loved roadside ice-cream
A thing the father despised
He had recently grown
He was now tall like his dad
Muscular shoulders broadening out
The man had escorted them
- he lagged behind the young feet
jumping, hopping, jostling there
The Ice-cream man!
Lets buy and lick, I'll make dad agree
Moments weren't spent many
After he had uttered the words
His ear ranged with a thunderous slap
The cousins quiet in fear
Hiding behind thin air as it were opaque.
What did you say you scoundrel.. Repeat!!
The ice-cream man tried saving him
Actually I requested him to take them Sahib
Words fell on deaf ears.
The son was quiet
Tears welling up from deep inside
'I say look at me and answer
If you can then hold your ears
And do ten sit-ups
Let this be a lesson for children
Who never listen' -
And quietly he obliged
A guy of 16 in front of the whole Bazaar.
No he didn't cry
Quietly they walked the length
And soon was home where I lay
Waiting for the children
I had cooked their favorites
But he rushed in
Hugged me tight
A grasp that felt he would never release
And cried and cried and cried.
See time turns around
My son didn't say anything
Didn't even insult
But till today from what he got
And many such more after again
It's difficult
To Act out the scene of Respect.
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Why hold him back?
He lay there crying in pain
He harboured a virus long inside
No one knows how it came
For how long it has been eating him
But finally the body gave up
Lost the fight against the invader
Deep yellow his eye
A liver studded with cancer meats
Stretched down till the belly button
His arms licked dry by the disease
He cries in pain
Intact are his senses still
But losing grip of reality slowly
He knows he will end
His body is eaten up from inside
In deep pain he suffers
Askes forgiveness for crimes
He cant remember committing
Maybe the reasult of lives past
The heinous crimes he must have done
He wants to leave this world behind
And become a thing of past.
But the doctor won't listen
His passionate cries of desperation
He comes and notes and goes
A lifeless smile playes on his face
Do whatever but bent can't he be.
The nurse follows with injections
The fluid burns through the veins
He cries for mercy to the lord
And he wants him to embrace.
It's a gone case says the doc to a colleague
Then why do you hold him back?
He lives in pain
Cant he at least die in peace?
What's the point in holding him back
Piercing the lost body with torchering sharps
His manhood burns from the infected catherter
His body is rotting in his own shit
All he askes is the peace of death
Life - you couldn't give back to him
And still... Hold him back
As long as possible
Is that what makes you humane?
He harboured a virus long inside
No one knows how it came
For how long it has been eating him
But finally the body gave up
Lost the fight against the invader
Deep yellow his eye
A liver studded with cancer meats
Stretched down till the belly button
His arms licked dry by the disease
He cries in pain
Intact are his senses still
But losing grip of reality slowly
He knows he will end
His body is eaten up from inside
In deep pain he suffers
Askes forgiveness for crimes
He cant remember committing
Maybe the reasult of lives past
The heinous crimes he must have done
He wants to leave this world behind
And become a thing of past.
But the doctor won't listen
His passionate cries of desperation
He comes and notes and goes
A lifeless smile playes on his face
Do whatever but bent can't he be.
The nurse follows with injections
The fluid burns through the veins
He cries for mercy to the lord
And he wants him to embrace.
It's a gone case says the doc to a colleague
Then why do you hold him back?
He lives in pain
Cant he at least die in peace?
What's the point in holding him back
Piercing the lost body with torchering sharps
His manhood burns from the infected catherter
His body is rotting in his own shit
All he askes is the peace of death
Life - you couldn't give back to him
And still... Hold him back
As long as possible
Is that what makes you humane?
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An evening wasted in waiting
So many expectations
Dreams, thoughts, fears, wishes
A day as this passes slow
Time stops and gives a pause
The moment you look at the watch
And finally when I’m ready for the show
The big time, quality
The mobile rings a message
Today won’t be possible dear
Lets postpone it a bit further
And that feeling, exasperation
And the evening
Wasted in waiting.
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Dreams, thoughts, fears, wishes
A day as this passes slow
Time stops and gives a pause
The moment you look at the watch
And finally when I’m ready for the show
The big time, quality
The mobile rings a message
Today won’t be possible dear
Lets postpone it a bit further
And that feeling, exasperation
And the evening
Wasted in waiting.
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Life is but a basket full of emotions.
What to do if Ration Card is not available for LPG connection
My father had a transferable job that took us to many places in India mostly in the North-eastern States. After completion of my schooling I left my parents to take up higher education in West Bengal and for the decade that followed till date, I have been living on my own as studies took me from one place to another.
As a single guy, I never much bothered for a gas connection. There was the microwave oven, the Induction cooking systems as well as the meals from outside occasionally.
However, recently as I shifted to a new location and finally decided to settle things down here, the need to have an LPG connection dawned on me. Collecting information form the local residents, I soon rushed to the local LPG dealer to apply for a new connection. The process seemed easy without much hassle except for one thing - I didn't have a Ration Card. After arguing with the man at the counter for the connection, I finally Googled for a solution. I found out that it was possible to get a connection even if one didn't have a Ration Card but the man at the counter had turned me back saying, 'apply for a Ration Card and once you get it, come back to us.'
I went back armed with the information gathered from internet and charged them. Finally, they reluctantly let it out that it is possible to get a connection without a Ration Card. All you have to do, it to give an Affidavit done on a rupees 10 or 20 Non-judicial Stamp paper and get the document 'notarized' and submit it in place of Ration Card along with other required documents and your work will be done.
The Affidavit form is something like this:
Declaration
I ,
son of ,
age yrs, resident of (complete
address at which LPG connection is required) desire to take
domestic LPG connection in my name and affirm as under M/S._______.
1)
That I am an Indian citizen
2)
That my date of birth is ________
3)
That neither I nor any other family member of
the household (household means family consisting of husband, wife, unmarried
children and dependent parents living together in a dwelling unit having a
common kitchen) posses any LPG connection from PSU Oil Companies or Piped
Natural Gas connection for domestic use.
4)
That I do not have Ration Card in my name or in
the name of any family member of my family as defined above
5)
That I am enclosing the following documents:
a) Electric
Bill as proof of address
b) PAN
Card as proof of identity
6)
I confirm that the LPG connection issued to me
will be used in my above-mentioned address and for domestic cooking purpose
only and I shall abide by all terms governing its use.
7)
That I shall not position any other LP gas
installations in the same kitchen.
8)
That as and when second cylinder is issued to me
against this connection the same will also be used in the same kitchen and with
the original installation.
9)
That whenever I change my residence from the
present address to another, I will inform the M/S _______(name of
distributors/RGGLV) in writing in advance for change of address in the records.
10)
That if any information/declaration given by me
in this undertaking or any document submitted in support of identity/ residence
proof shall be found untrue, or incorrect, or false, Indian Oil Corporation/
Bharat Petroleum Corporation/ Hindustan Petroleum Corporation would be within
its rights to withdraw the supply of gas/ Terminate the connection/ solve the
equipments/ forfeit the security deposit and that I would have no claim,
whatsoever against Indian Oil Corporation/ Bharat Petroleum Corporation/
Hindustan Petroleum Corporation for such withdrawal/Termination/ Seizure/
forfeiture.
I hereby declare that whatever
has been stated above is true to the best of my knowledge, correct and nothing
material has been concealed there from.
Date: Signature
of the person giving the Declaration/Affidavit
Place: Name:
Fraud call in the name of State Bank of India
The call as recorded on mobile
Today I received a call from an alleged SBI agent asking if I wanted to activate my ATM card. I had received a similar call a few months back where the person claimed to be an SBI agent calling from Delhi headquarters and that my ATM card got accidentally blocked and they were trying to get the issue fixed. For that they needed my ATM card number. But that fateful day, the conversation could not go on as I was outside my home and had left the card at home. Worried about the call, I rushed back home to check my ATM card which worked fine. When I traced the number using truecaller, it revealed no user name but showed the origin to be from Bihar.
But today was a different game. I had just
returned home from my work and then a similar call came up. (Mobile record showed the call came from 75493 00873)
As the woman called, and talked in
a similar format as the previous one, I asked them to hold on a second and
immediately turned on the phone recorder!
The conversation proceeded as usual
and I accepted that my card was locked. On asking if I wanted to get the card
unlocked, I immediately replied in affirmative. Soon she wanted to have my
number and I made her wait for some time to get out my card from the wallet
just to make it sound real to her. I gave her a fake number which she
immediately wrote down. Then she asked the validity of the card and again I
mentioned a date at random. Thereafter she asked about the number at the back
of the card were again I picked up a random number!
Once these details were collected,
she asked me the FOUR DIGIT PIN NUMBER of my card and I had already selected my
set of four digit pin number! Once she had all her details, she asked about my
connected number and I said the account had not had its KYC done in recent
times. Thereafter, a voice in the background instructs her to keep the call
down and that she will soon get back with further details.
Within five minutes I got a second call
from the same number and was showered with the filthiest slangs in an extremely
enraged female voice but I could not get the time to record the call this time.
She was hyper-agitated and before I tried to calm her down and press the record
option, she cut the call.
Later I used truecaller to find
some information about the call. And again like in the previous instance the
service could not give much detail except that the call originated from Bihar.
a tribute to David Bowie
One of my favorite musicians David Bowie died of cancer at the age of 69. Here is one of his famous songs that I grew up listening to made into a video during my college days.
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