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Would You Get Operated By A HEAVILY Tattooed Surgeon?

by Anura Guruge


Just an EXAMPLE.

Not the real thing — i.e., THE surgeon.


Don’t get TOO excited. No, no … I do NOT need any surgery at present, as far as I know. This was NOT for I.

Yes, I know I am strange. I have never shied away from that.

If this surgery was for I, there would be no question. I would have got up walked out and while doing so told the surgeon, in no uncertain terms, that I was not amused that HE wasted my time.

I already told you that I am strange … right.

One of my many foibles is a rabid aversion to any form of body mutilation and alteration.

Other than cutting my hair and nails, I refuse to have any other — medically unnecessary — alterations done to my body. Yes, I had to have some teeth extracted and I only consented under pain and duress.

I, despite my cultural upbringing, am against ear piercing! My adoptive mother, 29-years ago, was aghast that I would not have my newly born daughter’s ears pierced. She had arrived with a pair of gold earrings. I told her that I did NOT have the right to mutilate my daughter.

As all three of my daughters will tell you, in a mixture of glee and dismay, I have NEVER consented to them getting their ears pierced.

To say that I am against circumcision is an understatement. I think that any parent who gets their child circumcised is a CHILD ABUSER and I will tell that to their face — and I have told so to many a parent!

So, suffice to say, I am not a fan of tattooing!

Yes, my wife has one, but it is small, it is on her ankle and it is of the Sun. I don’t have to see it often. She had it done before we met. Yes, I made an exception. But, I will NOT let her perform any surgery on I, either.

To, I it all has to do with the state of one’s mind.

I am fine with the way my body is. My body is a mess and can be greatly enhanced and embellished BUT I will not resort to that. I am happy to live with what I got.

A surgeon with EXTENSIVE tattoos looks unprofessional!

I question is judgement and IF I meet him again I will ask him that to his face.

I already asked him a couple of questions he did NOT appreciate and he decided to get in MY FACE to respond. What he did not realize that folks like him scare me none.

So, that is my view. I would NOT TRUST a professional with extensive tattoos. Period.

Call me strange. That I am.

But, I have my standards and I live by them.

Over to you


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by Anura Guruge

New Hampshire Stories: Laconia Rotary Club and Arthur C. Clarke Being American.


Anura Guruge, laughing, picture November 16, 2011.

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  by Anura Guruge


Arthur C. Clarke in Sri Lanka with the famed Sigiriya rock fortress with its fabled images of topless beauties behind him.

What Arthur C. Clarke is MOST famous for though this was BUT just a small part of his huge legacy … Click image to read about Arthur in Wikipedia.


“New Hampshire Stories” sets out to chronicle noteworthy, but mostly amusing, events from my 3 decades in New Hampshire.
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Please read this post
for more about my induction to the Laconia Rotary Club ….

So per President Kinney’s instructions I did my two presentations to the club about my life, the first devoted to my early days.

A few weeks later, per the club edict that you really must mingle, I sat at the informally designated ‘head table’ for what was always an outstanding buffet lunch. The professional dignitaries invariably gravitated to this table.

On of those at the table was a recently retired surgeon from Laconia. Big guy in every sense of the word, but very nice. He had just recently been the President of some prestigious board of NE surgeons (possibly doctors). His brother was a dentist (in Laconia) and a member of the club. They always sat at the same table. The dentist was a chair-smoker. Whenever I saw him I would have these images of him, in the 70s (when I assumed there were no laws against where you smoked), leaning over his patients with a cigarette dangling from his lips.

I am seated diagonally from the surgeon; his brother seated next to him.

The surgeon puts down his cutlery, looks up at me and says: ‘So Anu, who is the MOST famous American author living in Ceylon … Sri Lanka?

I am stumped. I don’t know. I THOUGHT that maybe he was getting Arthur C. Clarke confused, but dared not mention that name.

I had, in my 1st presentation mentioned Arthur C. Clarke. Pointed out that he had moved to Ceylon in the late 1940s for the sunken shipwrecks that he dove (and for some other local ‘attractions’). Mentioned that my father knew him and that the very first telescope that I had seen (and used) belonged to Arthur C. Clarke. It was a brass telescope and Arthur had lent it to my father for a couple of nights. My father managed to find Saturn with it. Was I impressed and hooked. Wow. Yes, I could see the rings. I am sure Arthur gave my father directions as to where to point as my father, though an expert in many fields, is not an expert when it comes to the night sky. So I had covered Arthur in my presentation. So you can blame Arthur for my abiding interest in astronomy.

So, I am hesitating.

The surgeon by now is visibly getting excited. He goes: ‘Hhhhmmm. I thought you would KNOW. It is Arthur C. Clarke‘.

I am shocked. I am amazed. But, I have a knack of always hedging my bets …

So, I say: ‘You know, I am fairly sure Clarke is BRITISH‘.


This is a TRUE story with no embellishments whatsoever. But, can we PLEASE have a drum roll here …


He turns a bit pink and splutters:
Ha … He writes DAMN WELL for not being American’!

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That to me will always be how I remember Laconia Rotary.