You might spot Sabapathy at an odd place. The place is not by any means odd; it is Sabapathy’s presence, that is. You see, Sabapathy likes to lunch in hospital canteens.
Every second day of the month, he devotes about an hour (or more) to planning out his sales visits at the offices of Papyrus, an intelligently named, but not-so-intelligently run retailer of office stationery. The planning is more elaborate than it sounds, for he does not just plan to make the sales calls; he plots them out so he can catch lunch at one of the hospitals nearby.
Not for him, the glitzy hotels with shaded stickers to keep the light out, and air conditioning in. Not for him the elaborate printed menu cards with waiters by his side—he likes to visit hospitals where he can select from a limited set of dishes, where he must go and get the food himself, in an environment that is unmatchable for how little eating means. At night, alone in the suitcase-sized room of the Pandian Lodge in Triplicane, he relives his lunch to make his nightly dosai or idli more palatable. [Read the rest...] “The Man Who Ate in Hospitals | Meera Rajagopalan”