JOHN JOHNY JANARDHAN.

JOHN

John came to me that day, in rigors and covered with a blanket to keep him warm. He was suffering from Malaria and after his treatment told me about his strange job. He was employed by the 5 star hotel in our small town. It was a matter of pride for his family. He had been given a small yellow racket in his hand to electrocute the mosquitoes and flies swarming in the posh lobby. He had to protect the dignified guests against such pesky pests so common in our small town. It was an odd job but met his ends. The crackling sound of a trapped mosquito in the electric mesh of the racket was accompanied by a hint of burning smell. In his small shanty when he was about to sleep, a hovering mosquito, which would soon give him Malaria did not bother him. He had killed many with his racket today , was tired and he dozed off.

JOHNY

Johny was a frail looking man in his early thirties. He used to work as a Mickey Mouse in birthday parties held in the party hall of our small town. All the children used to be happy seeing him but used to pester him through out the party. He used to dread them a lot. They used to playfully punch him, pull his tail and ears. The heavy suffocating mickey suit used to slow his waddling gait as he used to run away from the kids. The parents used to laugh at this sight and used to clap. Near the end, Mickey used to pose with the kids for photographs. One day, he accidentally brushed a lady while walking in view of his huge suit. It was unintentional. The parents in an umbrage beat him up. He hides his sad face beneath the smiling Mickey Mouse.

JANARDHAN.

Janardhan came to me with the complaint of loss of appetite. He was a traffic constable in our small town. On eliciting a detailed history, I realised his sorry state and arrived at the diagnosis. The traffic department had run out of breathalysers and he was employed to sniff the drivers of the cars for alcohol. Along with alcohol, he used to encounter the smells of garlic,onions and decayed teeth of the paan chewing population. No wonder, he looked at his food with revulsion. Pretty soon, a fresh kit of breathalysers arrived and Janardhan started to gain weight.

These people worked for their empty bellies. They never felt humiliated about their jobs.They could not afford to think that way. They had no other option in their lives.