It was a typical hot day outside. I was standing at the exit of one of the famous hospitals in Chennai. A week before I got discharged from the very same place. I was admitted with symptoms of Typhoid. This was a review day with my consulting doctor. I wasn't having the best day of my life. Because of some misunderstanding (from my own side) the appointment was not done properly. I waited couple of hours to see if any free slot comes up by chance. None. I was asked to come in the afternoon and I was about to leave. There was a slot open in the evening, thanks to some late cancellation.
I was on the steps now. All in my mind was how to catch an auto to home at reasonable fare. There was a fierce bargaining session up front. I was upset. I was very tired. Typhoid had eaten up all my energy. Lost a few kilos. I was looking very pale and had a long beard since I wasn't supposed to shave till my platelet counts are back to normal again.
Suddenly I felt a touch at my shoulder. I stopped and looked back. A man in his sixties. Clean shaven and neatly dressed. Tucked in formal shirt and trousers. He was very straight forward.
"Are you a Yogi?" He asked me.
"No I am not".
I didn't ask why he asked. I wasn't in the right mood and wanted to get to home as soon as possible. But he wasn't gonna leave me that soon.
"You look like a Hata Yogi, how do you manage to keep yourself so lean and thin otherwise".
I was about to laugh.
"I am not a Yogi. I am lean like this from time immemorial. It's my body type".
"Oh is it , really? I was watching you for a long time when you were at the pharmacy. I am retired colonel A. and this pharmacy belongs to my son-in-law. You have that aura around your head, that's why I thought you were a yogi. So you are a Brahmin".
"Nice to meet you. But again no I am not."
He was visibly looking disappointed now.
"Oh where are you from then?"
"Oh Kerala, great. Are you a Namboodiri then?"
I nodded in negative. Next question should be are you a Kshathriya, and then Nair and then, but he stopped asking. He didn't want to get disappoint further.
"Just recovered from Typhoid" I gave him reason for my pale complexion and long beard. No Sir, I am not a Sanyasin, you are knocking at the wrong door.
So he wished me best of luck and all. I replied some great day and all. And there ended our conversation and I left the place. Who knew an ugly disease like Typhoid could give me a free ticket to upper class that too amongst the saints! Crazy country!