This is for Socrates, whose birthday is today.
It used to be a weekly ritual, the going out, usually to this restaurant, rather incongruously named Darling, where we ate cream of chicken soup, afghani chicken, chicken au gratin and oodles of icecream.
Talked about Vikram Seth being gay, about if doctors could be allowed to discriminate as to who they could treat, genocide and the vagaries of the heart, the merits of a house on the beach versus one in the swiss alps, coffee and tea, why johhny depp was such an amazing actor and why I should watch borat, Beethoven and GNR, cats in the cradle and the phantom of the opera. What we would be doing if we were not doctors, about our batch, mutual friends and about where we saw ourselves 10 years from then. All this is at that rooftop restaurant, with jesus jumping off behind us.
Here’s to you, Socrates.
May you have an adventurous, eventful, and happy year –
filled with books, music and movies to your heart’s content, the choicest of wines and the most sumptuous of dinners, work that absorbs, challenges and fulfils you, and the friends to enjoy all this with you – to make you laugh, to be caustic with, and to just help you face each day, and live it to the fullest. May this year surpass your most joyous expectations.
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