I received a
knock on my door this morning and I was expecting that when I opened it I would
see my building Manager Mr. Tan. Access to each floor in my apartment complex
is controlled by electronic swipe devices and we tenants are only able to
access our own floors. Any visitors must buzz on a button downstairs and there
is a camera installed in each of apartments so we can see who is calling. Then
we can press a button that is connected to an intercom device and communicate
with these buzzers - and we can chose whether we want to let them up the
lift. Depending on who they are and what they want - or if we like the
look of them.
There are only
three apartments on each floor in the complex in which I live and neither of my
two neighbors on the floor that I share with them have ever knocked on my door
before. Nor have I ever knocked on theirs. The building manager Mr. Tan has
access to all floors in the building and he has knocked on my door before.
He has knocked
many times in fact.
When I opened
my apartment door I was a little surprised to see that the knocker was not Mr.
Tan but it was one of the Security guards named Raj. As I have written
previously, there are two Raj's who are the security guards for the condominium
in which I live. I am not sure which Raj is which. They look very similar and
they are both be-turbanned Indian gentlemen.
When I opened
the door the one Raj snapped to attention and as is the norm now he gave me an
elaborate salute. As I have also previously written - this somewhat insane
phenomena is unstoppable. I have begged and implored and pleaded with the Raj's
to stop saluting me but they are adamant in their refusal. On this occasion I
decided that I would salute the Raj back. We stood at my open apartment
doorway opposite each other in fixed and rigid postures of salutes.
Neither of us would budge.
It was a
salute off.
After what
seemed like an eternity - but in reality was probably only two or three minutes
- I could see droplets of perspiration running down the face of the Raj.
I was standing just inside my door where the Air Conditioning was blasting and
Raj was in the foyer which was uncooled. Raj's eyes began to flitter and
flutter a bit and I could tell that he was wavering. He was confused at what he
should do next.
So was I.
Then I gave
up. My arm was hurting and I think that Raj's determination and willpower is
stronger than mine. I dropped my salute and sighed and said:
"At
ease Raj"
I have
discovered that this is only way to cause a cessation of the saluting from both
Raj's.
He immediately
dropped his salute and I could see the relief in both his body and his face.
"Please
come in Raj and I will make you a cup of tea. I was just about to make one
myself"
I wasn't
actually about to make one myself but it seemed a polite an appropriate gesture
and I am very fond of both the Raj's. They are delightful chaps.
"I
will not be coming into your most beautifulest of homes Mr. Peter sir" Raj replied.
"I
will be needing to be returning to my post and be avoiding the derelictionist
of my duties"
"Alright
then so to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit Raj?" I enquired.
"I am
being here to be informing you Mr. Peter that the most honourabilist Mr. Tan
has being going to the hospital for his injuries to his head and his face"
"Mr.
Tan is in hospital?"
"He is
being going there yesterday and he is being staying there for tomorrow" Raj replied.
Mr. Tan and I
had butted heads yesterday at the pool. The head butting was completely
accidental and it occurred when the Building Manager had stuck his face very
close to mine whilst I was dozing next to the pool. I had taken a swim after
work and had snoozed off in a sun chair. One of the Raj's had quite bizarrely
thought that I might be dead - I don't really know why - and Mr. Tan had stuck
his face right up to mine to check that I was breathing. His dreadful
breath awakened me suddenly - and in my alarm at seeing his beady little eyes
only inches from my own it caused me to involuntarily jerk forward and our
heads butted violently. Poor Mr. Tan was thrown backwards with quite some force
and his spectacles went flying.
The terms
snoozing and dozing relate to sleeping. They are quite peculiar words if you
think about them. I do think about them because I like words.
The origins of
the word 'snooze' are unknown, but it first appeared in America in the middle
part of the nineteenth century. Many American words are made up or they are
mis-spelled. Americans have dropped certain vowels from the proper versions of
English words. The dropping of the letter 'u' is common. For example they will
spell 'colour" as "color". I do not understand why they do this
but I think that it is just laziness.
It is also an
abomination.
It is believed
that the word "snooze" has some relationship to snoring. Snoring only
occurs when one is asleep. I do not know if I am a snorer because I can not
hear myself when I sleep. This could only occur if I had an 'out of body'
experience.
The word
'doze" has Scandinavian origins and was first recorded in both Swedish and
Danish literature in the early seventeenth century. The Swedish word 'dusa'
literally means 'to sleep' and the Danish word 'dose' translates "to make
dull". At some point in time the English transformed both words to it's current
form of 'doze'. They threw in the letter 'z' to replace the 's'. I like the
Danish translation 'to make dull' and I believe that it is very applicable to
the current day English - and particularly the ones with whom I work. They are
very much 'to make dull' and they are mostly very dull indeed.
I had no idea
that Mr. Tan's injuries were so bad to cause him to be hospitalized. I last saw
him being escorted by the two Raj's back to his office. I have a small
bump on my forehead from the incident but it did not require any consultation
with a medical practitioner - let alone hospitalization.
"Which
hospital is he in Raj?" I enquired.
"He is
being in the Mount Elizabeth hospital in Novena Mr. Peter sir" the Raj replied.
Mount
Elizabeth hospital is very close to where I live and I have been there several
times before. I have no idea nor in fact any interest why it is named thus.
There are no mountains in Singapore. It is as flat as a tack.
I have no idea
either where the term as 'flat as a tack" originated. A 'tack' is both a
piece of equipment that is used in holding horse saddles together but it is
also a flat headed nail. I would think that the term relates somehow to the
nail rather than the saddle but I am no expert in such matters.
"Alright
thanks Raj, I will wander over there later and visit him"
Raj snapped to
attention and was about to salute again when I closed the door on him. I did
not intend to be rude but I simply could not stand another salute off.
About an hour
later I opened my door and went downstairs and then snuck out the back way of
my complex to walk to the Mount Elizabeth hospital. When I opened my door I
half expected to see the Raj still standing there and saluting for I forgot to
give him the normal 'at ease' command. To my great relief he was not still
there. I snuck out the back entrance of my complex to avoid further saluting by
the Raj's.
I find it
uncomfortable and embarrassing.
So I went to
the Mount Elizabeth hospital and enquired at the Reception desk the whereabouts
of the injured Mr. Tan. I was given his room number and on the way up to the
ward that he was in I bought a bunch of flowers. It was after all my head that
butted Mr. Tan's - even though the incident was entirely his fault.
I have always
been curious as to why hospital rooms are called 'wards'. This apparently
relates back to the Victorian era and during times of conflict. To ward means
to protect or fend off - and wards were places of protection for those who had
been injured in battles.
The name then
stuck.
When I arrived
at the ward in which Mr. Tan was bedded I knocked on his door and then I let
myself in. Mr. Tan was sitting up in his bed and his head was bandaged. It was
swaddled. Next to Mr. Tan's bed sat a petite young woman.
"Hello
Mr. Tan" I said.
I handed him
the small bouquet of flowers that I bought for him.
"Is
this your daughter?" I enquired
"Hello
Mr. Peter" he replied.
"No
this is my wife"
"Nice
one Mr. Tan you sly old dog you" I said.
I walked
around and offered my hand to the petite little thing and she giggled and gave
me a limp shake. She then gave me a barrage of Hokkien - which is a dialect of
Chinese.
"How
do you do?" I asked
"My
name is Peter"
"She
speaks no English Mr. Peter" Mr. Tan interjected.
"Her
name is Lillian"
Conversation
with Lillian was going to be impossible, for I speak no Hokkien.
Mr. Tan spat
out a few sentences in Hokkien to Lillian and she giggled again and then stood
up and rushed out of the room.
"Was
it something I said Mr. Tan?" I asked as I watched Lillian leave the room.
"No I
have told her to go and bring me some chicken rice" Mr. Tan replied.
Chicken rice
is the national dish of Singapore. It is a complex combination of chicken - and
rice. I eat it occasionally.
"You
think I am a dog Mr. Peter?" Mr. Tan then asked of me.
He looked
quite hurt and concerned.
"Shit
- not at all Mr. Tan" I hastened to explain.
"A sly
dog is a term of admiration and I am just admiring the fact that you have such
a young and beautiful wife"
Mr. Tan smiled
at this and his crooked yellow teeth bared in a big grin and he puffed a little
in pride.
"So
what is the diagnosis Mr. Tan" I asked.
"I was
surprised to hear that you have been hospitalized and I am most concerned'
"I
have a concussion Mr. Peter and my head has been hurting since our bumping
yesterday"
"Is
there any skull fracture or brain damage Mr. Tan?"
I was
genuinely concerned for the little fellow. I have had a rocky relationship with
the Manager of my building complex but I have grown very fond of him over the
last six months. I would not describe him as a good mate and I regard him more
as a favored pet. He is somewhat like a little lost poodle that I have adopted.
Not a sly one though.
"No
Mr. Peter the x-rays of my head have shown no skull breakage or brain
leakage"
"I am
very relieved to hear that Mr. Tan. When do you think that you will be released
then?"
"The
doctors will send me home tomorrow Mr. Peter and I will return to my duties on
Tuesday"
I think that
Mr. Tan might be somewhat of a hypochondriac. This is someone who exaggerates a
medical condition.
The term
hypochondria is one of those words that has changed in meaning over time. The
word is derived from ancient Greek and in it's literal form it actually refers
to the soft part of the human torso that is directly below the rib cage. In the
latter part of the seventeenth century the condition hypochondria was
considered to be an affliction that related to stomach pains and poor
digestion. A hundred or so years later English physicians used the term to
describe a type of hysteria that was suffered by men. It somehow transformed to
the term that we currently use it - which is an imagination that one is more
ill than they actually are. Pretty strange huh?
Well I think
so.
"Is
there anything I can do to help you Mr. Tan whilst you are recovering?" I asked.
"No
everything will be OK thank you Mr. Peter although I am having some trouble
with the new cleaner in the condominium so perhaps you could let me know if
there is rubbish that needs to be cleared in my absence"
"Would
you like me to set him on fire Mr. Tan?" I offered.
Mr. Tan looked
panic stricken at this suggestion so I had to reassure him that I would not in
fact incinerate his cleaner - and it was again a term not to be taken seriously.
Lillian then
returned with Mr. Tan's chicken rice and I wished Mr. Tan a speedy recovery and
I bid the both of them farewell.
I then
returned to my apartment complex. I returned via the long way around and
through the rear exit to avoid the saluting Raj's.
I hope Mr. Tan
will be alright.
I
am sure that he will be.
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