before we touch any patient, be it dental or medical, we have to go through an interview of sorts with the local medical council. they're supposed to test our competency, making sure we're not killing the locals with fun and glee, and henceforth ruining our diabolical plan. damn. we weren't sure what the meeting entailed, some friends who went through it before said it would just be a social event with coffee, tea and biscuits served by bikini clad women. others claimed there would be a quiz of sorts, failing which would buy us a first class ticket to jail and be forever condemned to a life of watching richard simmons videos.

we entered the boardroom and it struck me immediately that there was not a bikini clad woman in sight, instead we had a meek little lady in a sari ordering us to take our seats. and we waited. and waited. and waited. finally a posse of suits came in and took their seats. it went alright. they asked general questions about our intentions and threw in a few touristy tips for us. thanks, that was very nice of them. after sipping the imaginary coffee/tea served by imaginary bikini clad women, we all shook hands, much in the manner of opposing football teams shaking hands prior to kick off, and off we went.

we were approved, guaranteed, chopped, stamped and ready to take on the nepali masses that awaits. yay, fun for the whole family, finger licking good.

sept 20th 2009