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Jain med student.

Hiren, piously diffident but bright and fine featured.  He is by nature shy (Kafir), immune to onion garlic price rise.

Hangs his pants, over a nurse’s shalwar. A mild smile and a blush of freedom accompanies a mild tumescence between thighs. Take a bit longer to get into his theatre greens. the restrictive Jain mind feels the guilt.

He is good in anatomical dissection much to the dislike of his mother and father. He wants to become a surgeon but only thing that agrees with Jainism is wearing a mask. It’s too violent a way to earn a living. They wanted him to be a physician. Compassionate, kind and charitable. Over a small peg of whiskey, in the 10 by 6 ft glum hostel room, this has been debated a thousand times. Giving antibiotics and anti malarial and anti fungal knowingly, and also Iatrogenic killing of patients, unknowingly, is as violent.

Hiren is from middle class, Mumbai  Jain family. Middle class in Mumbai drink water in steel glasses.  Jain middle class are higher than average Indian middle class families.  With a benevolent maternal uncle in diamond market. Hard working family, practicing a  harder religion. The family more like a unit, joined, by emotions and economics. Father, mother, uncle aunt, grandfather, grandmother, children.  Two boys and One girl ,   calling out to elders as mota(elder) papa and nana(younger) papa, mota mummy and nana mummy. They were born in the family and not to the parents alone. No propriety. By one but for all. Books, clothes, shoes, toys, bought once for a few to be used along the time line.

Hiren went along with his siblings to Gujarati medium ( teaching in Gujarati ) school in the suburbs of Borivali. Teaching in Gujarati, medium ????. , why is it called MEDIUM, Hiren could never figure it out.

He was good in maths, very good with numbers. Being good in mathematics is slightly different from being good with numbers. Former is theoretical  and latter is practical. Numbers are more worldly, the add up more than maths in life.

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