When Dr. Fabian D’Souza woke up early on a Friday morning he thought it was going to be another day for him in Paradise, it was not.
He watched the beggar tap on his window pleading for alms and wondered why these poor sods would not get themselves a job. He was after all a rag to riches story himself, a small town boy who had put himself through medical school and become one of the best-known orthopedics of the city. People who could not get themselves off the mat deserved no mercy.
Dr. Fabian D’Souza looked at his watch as his car drove into a posh gymnasium compound, he was going to be an hour late to get to the clinic but he knew the importance of an exercise routine and wouldn’t let go his one hour even on a day of rain and squall.
He alighted from his car and jogged to the elevator, he was feeling particularly energetic that morning. The elevator door slid open to reveal a masked man staring at him. Before he had the chance to say, “What the hell!” he felt something hit his head. He drifted into the darkness quite easily.
The first thing he felt was the pain in the head and then as his eyes grew used to the dull light splattered with generous amount of darkness he realized that he was in a basement of some kind, his mouth was gagged and his hands cuffed in front of him, his legs were cuffed to an iron machine that would take an industrial crane to move.
Then it came, fear! He tried to struggle and scream in vain. Who the hell was doing this to him and more importantly why? He was just a Doctor! Then he felt drops of water on his forehead and he looked up to see a large block of ice suspended above his head. It was held there with the aid of ropes. Embedded inside the block of ice was a set of keys.
“They are the keys to the handcuffs,” a voice boomed on a megaphone kind of sound amplifier. Fabian looked around but could find no one in the dark. Someone was playing a strange game with him, he was going to find out who it was and have him jailed for a long time.
“The ice will melt eventually and the keys will fall close to your hands,” the voice continued to address Fabian. “It will then be simple to gets your hands free, there is another block of ice that you cannot see behind the huge machine. That has the key to the cuffs that hold your legs. Once your hands are free you will be able to get to those keys easily as well, of course that block of ice will also have to melt to make that happen.”
Fabian quit struggling and began to study each part of the room carefully. Someone had to be around.
“I am sure you are wondering why you are here? If you are shake your head.”
Fabian shook his head like a man possessed.
“Good,” boomed the voice. “Now that you want to know I will tell you. I am a patient of yours. You have many, obviously, so you wouldn’t know who I am but that is exactly the point here. I am a nobody to you. I come to your clinic fifteen minutes before the appointment time but I always learn from your receptionist that you are going to be late by an hour if not more. So with a back that hurts more than ever, I wait. You stride in an hour late like it is your right to make people wait. Cause you are the God who can take their pain away. Then while I wait some more I see other, richer patients or pretty lady patients break the queue and walk in with remarkable ease. I wait even more. Finally you see me and you hurry it up to catch up on other appointments.”
Fabian tried to figure who this patient could be but he couldn’t for the life of him.
“Waiting! It is a curse Doctor. I have no clue why God did not include it as a commandment; thou shalt not make people wait. When you make me wait it attacks my self-esteem, it attacks my very soul. It makes me feel that I am just not important enough. That is a very cruel thing to feel Doctor, very cruel. I don’t know what is worse, the pain in my bones or the blow to my self esteem. People need you because they don’t have the knowledge that you have, use it wisely. Making people wait is part of a power game. It is a power game played by people who constantly need to feel power. The powerful don’t need to feel power, cause they know their power.”
Fabian by now had stopped struggling. He was listening, carefully. The drops of ice water had covered his face and looked like hundreds of sparkling diamonds. He glanced upwards to find there was still a while to go before the key fell out.
“I wish you goodbye doctor. The rats in this place will make you feel the pain I go through while I wait. Enjoy powerlessness! Enjoy waiting!”
Fabian began to struggle like a bull in a pen but the cuffs held tight. Then he heard a sound and stopped. Rats! He could hear their squeaking. He began to look around in fear and then something broke inside the great doctor, he began to cry.
Two weeks later when Dr. Fabian D’Souza walked into his office he could see that a patient was early for his appointment by fifteen minutes. But he looked too old and frail to carry out his kidnapping.
The old man watched the Doctor go into the office. The Doctor was early. The old man smiled.