Edgy Trams and Ugly Doctors

Graz, Austria, 2018.

  

  I am so fucked off today. Not only did I wake up grumpier than a grandpa and groggier than a hobo who'd just shot up heroin, I also woke up late. To make matters worse, I had to wear a microphone in class for an agonising one-and-half hour, further perpetuating the Indian-working-in-a-call-centre stereotype.

  I have been doing more of what I love this week and not overwhelming myself with social obligations. So, naturally, the first thing I did was getting my procrastinating ass to Graz on Tuesday. Now, I might have been too penurious to buy avocados for the rest of the week, but the important thing is I made it there. I saw a new place. 

  Graz reminded me of Salzburg; I loved how accessible the woods are from the city and how I only needed a debilitating twenty minutes to receive a stunning view of the city. For free! No need for metros and buses. I realised just how acutely I missed walking. In Innsbruck, I would walk everywhere. Never mind how far, I would walk. The Inn would wail, the mountains would weep, as the pollen swept the air, the trees would shed their leaves in respect. 

  Anyway, now that we have taken care of my oh-my-god-I-am-enjoying-life bullshit, can we, finally, take a minute and discuss the fact that the medicine uni shuttle/tram in Graz is edgy as fuck?
Matt black. 
  
  Matt black!
  
  The fuck is this magnificence is wasted on med-students? 

 Matt black. Matt-mother-fucking-black. 
  
  The fuck do they need it for? Aren't y'all too busy saving lives and stealing drugs to stay awake on your shifts? I, for one, always am suspicious about attractive doctors. You mean to tell me that you are that attractive and you do not depend on your looks to get you through life? For me, the uglier my doctor, the more likely it is that the honour of treating me is going to befall him/her.  

  This is precisely why I refuse to grant my grandma's wish of getting with a well-to-do Indian boy (a doctor) - because all the good ones are ugly. What's the point of marrying a good-looking doctor if you are going to be neck-deep in lawsuits because your significant other sucks?