The quintessential mid life crisis

Ever since Adam and Eve started dating (due to lack of entertainment options in BIGG BOSS and Ishant Sharma), they nurtured two dreams. Beyond the immediate need to cover themselves up with Armani products, they wanted to get out of the stigma of a live in relationship and get married with Hawaiian flora and fauna in attendance. After all they also had a mandate to be the trendsetters for millions of people worldwide and billions of Indians. It (marriage) would happen in due course of time and it is alleged that they also received a wedding gift. It was a dinner set. Elsewhere at around the same time (OK - maybe a million years here or there), in a different part of the world, Sri Ramchandra was growing up to be the king in waiting. Guru Vashisht had taught all the four brothers the noble and purposeful ways of leading life and also how to blow away the CAT and get into IIM-A in the first attempt. Armed with killer looks, charming manners and knowledge of the format of 'Bach...

"Mr Mitra - your turn. Do you have any metallic objects with you? Anything like a gold chain, belt, wallet etc.?" "No" I said. "Then please remove your slippers and lie down." The consulting radiologist pointed to the patient table. "So how long will this take?" I asked trying to be brave. "About 30 minutes." The reply was extremely business like. Before I knew, the assistant had finished padding my head and strapping my feet - all of this before I could exhale. "This is the nurse calling switch - just in case you need to summon us." Flashback. Couple of weeks back, tired of a persistent headache (caused by daily doses of Arnab Goswami, playing stick tennis, text mining the Facebook and a nagging migraine) I went to see a general physician. It seemed safe for him to recommend a CT scan originally, but which was later 'upgraded' to a MRI scan upon further consideration. I did go through some bouts of depression a...