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Island of Good Riddance (standard:humor, 683 words)
Author: JuggernautAdded: Sep 07 2011Views/Reads: 1321/783Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Juggernaut goes thru a strange experience of donating all his internal organs at a medical facility on the Island of Good Riddance, only realizing it was a daydream during a deep sleep after eating too much pasta.
 



Island of Good Riddance 

Subba Rao 

“You are early for your appointment” said the nurse at the 

front desk looking at Juggernaut standing with a broad smile on his 

face. 

“Yeah, I know; I want to come here before having a lunch, 

after all why waste lunch when it doesn't serve any purpose.” 

“Well, it is your last meal; you might as well enjoy it.” 

“I don't waste meals you know; when we go out for a meal, I am 

the one that leaves nothing on my plate and many a times ate left-over 

from my wife's plate disregarding her loud protests; my body is like a 

bank, it multiplies every ounce of food I eat and save mostly as body 

fat.” 

“I can see that sir.” 

“Thank you.” 

“I see you opted for total organs donation.” 

“Yes, except my brain.” 

“Why not brain?” 

“My brain suffers from ‘RBS' or ‘restless brain syndrome' and 

it serves no good purpose for transplant except raising havoc in 

recipient's life.” 

“On the contrary, your bio tells me that you have a very 

productive life thus far.” 

“True, but at what cost? I did endless devotional chanting, 

performed complicated religious rituals and participated in expensive 

religious ceremonies, and took risky religious pilgrimages; all for the 

purpose of keeping my mind quite and sustain good thoughts, my brain 

recipient should be warned of this predicament.” 

“It seems that worked for you.” 

“Not completely in my judgment.” 

“OK, if you say so; it is up to the doctors to decide which 

organ is useful or not for a transplant.” 

“I understand that, since there is no known test for quality 

of thoughts in a brain, it is my responsibility to let doctors know 

what they were dealing with when it comes to my brain; after all, my 

brain recipient should benefit from its functions not just its 

structural integrity.” 

“Well, it may be too much information for me, sir; I am just 


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