I was walking out of the hospital reception when I overheard this conversation between the lady at the reception and a guy from Near East, probably a Turk:
"Afterr this you go to Radiology for Yax-Ray, saar, and then you had your breakfast with this coupon," said the nurse as she handed over a coupon to the guy.
"I haven't had my breakfast, madam," the guy was a little puzzled by now. He had probably come for his fasting blood sugar check up and now had to eat at the cafetaria upstairs. But the nurse insisted that he had had his breakfast already.
"Yes, yes...you go had yourrr breakfast now..."
At this point I had already reached the door and couldn't really stay back to hear the rest of the conversation and how it was eventually resolved, so I stepped out. I had given my blood for various kind of tests, but I was unsure whether these guys did an HIV test as well. So I approached the lady at the HCU desk, "Hi, does this VDRL also include HIV?"
"Uh? No, sir."
"Can I get an HIV test done?"
The lady went violet and looked away. As if I had asked her to come home for coffee.
"Hullo? I asked you something..." I tried again.
"Santoshaaa?" she screamed at the ward boy, "Idu pyapera nodi," she instructed him after handing him a sheet of paper, and walked away without replying.
I mean, where do you get an HIV test done if not at the Wockhardt Hospitals certified by the Harvard Medical Association?
P.S. And what shit was on the muzak?