Have your ever done the dew? Did you jump beyond the limits? I am speaking about the mindless and insane advertisement done on television by the cricketers who jump off the cliff to do the dew or those who boast of the secret of their energy. When you express your displeasure at the sullying of minds they look at you as if you have lost yours. That bloke makes in a second what you get in a month or more. Happy realization to this truth and I will certainly believe, you cannot disagree with me with this reality bite.
Sometime back in the India of yore, when you were in your sweet 16s and you had to decide how you were going to spend the coming- of- the- age and importantly how much you would earn to spend lavishly on your family budgets, no one told you to think with your head and not have lofty, impractical ideals floating around distant vision to perform path-breaking stuff. The chances were high that a decision would have been made by well-meaning parents at that stage in life when diapers are a must and the verdict could have been “Mera beta/Meri beti tho doctor banega/banegi.”
As you grew older and became more mischievous innocently, you may have been suggested silently that you would make a great doctor. Until you ended up believing that you actually wanted to be a wounded healer and confront life and death on a daily basis. Possibilities were sufficiently large that you didn’t even notice time fly by, more so you may not have even noticed that there wasn’t enough money in your bluish-black jeans.
Somewhere along the way, the not so bright boy next door with the businessmen father ventured into I.T Industry or got consumed by the Dalal Street Greed became millionaires and billionaires while you and I are trying to pass examinations and earn some slot somewhere besides ordering take away special menu and exploring hotels all over the city.
The corporate sector or the hotelier was jetting abroad for appointments with World Bank Managers while we save for months on end to attend an International Congress gathering in Mumbai. As for loans with the Banks, we have to produce all kind of needless collaterals. Why talk of corporate classes, but let’s talk of the most sacred word ‘cricket’ and its reigning God Sachin, whose photograph is no doubt worshipped with agarbatti, dhoop and other religious rituals. Others though not in the top rung of deities, they too reap benefits in cash and kind.
After lifting the World Cup, team India was at the receiving end of generous handouts by the Government of India, industrialists money in crores, hectares of land and what not. No doubt single cricketers received marriage proposals in the thousands. When a team of doctors save an ailing president, prime minister, sitting members of parliament and assemblies do people stand and cheer in unison? Setting off fireworks? No, of course not are you nuts? Not even the media will highlight such activities, after all journalism today is tricky to say the least.
If a doctor does a good job, we shall dump a padmashree, if he has one, we’ll give him padmabhushan (that too after high lobbying and connectedness) and further padmavibhushan.
But things are turning differently. The aam aadmi does not expect high levels of dedication anymore and the cream is ready to pay any amount of money at the company expense for not so necessary investigations also. Insurance companies have shifted the tides, whichever way you believe. When money changes hands in the name of malpractice, it is no wonder we have fallen from grace. Today in the era of Dr Google, times have changed. The lawyers have wiped out the bridge of patient-doctor relations and medical education fails to instill inter-personal relationship skills in medicos. Let’s hope the tide turns again in favor of wounded healers to help mankind and not the other way round.
The writer is a student of Father Muller Medical College, Mangalore
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