Decaying standards for public-service announcements

(From the Exciting Pictures department)

When you’re doing hospital duty and dealing round the clock with red-tapism, miscommunication, unfathomable billing procedures, blank-faced nurses and untraceable doctors, when ward boys giggle at each other in Malayalam upon seeing you scald your hand at a water dispenser, and when the sole bright spark in your day is being able to say a firm No to the Spinach-Corn-Cheese-Burst Dosa at the hospital's Sagar Ratna, this is not the sort of image you hope to be confronted with:


The very walls are mocking me now, you think (because by this time you feel like you’ve been decomposing for days, and you aren’t even dead) – but then your eye takes in the full picture and all is well again, at least for a few seconds:


(Another good thing about this is, it encourages you to while your time away by making up number problems, e.g. If you put six plastic bottles, a paper towel and a banana peel into a plastic bag and leave it out in the open for a thousand years, will it be possible to locate the right doctor by the end of that time? And can you go home?)