Guest guest Posted August 31, 2009 Report Share Posted August 31, 2009 Very well written Dr Ashok... and it is sad indeed that people whom we give free consultation to are never satisfied... Ravin '82 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 31, 2009 Report Share Posted August 31, 2009 very very nice!Ashok ,A typical Dr. Sinha write up....thoroughly enjoyed it....its laced with cynicism and skepticism about what ails public life every where in the world...in some places more than others....one has to take it as what it is.... I guess one has to laugh thru the vagaries otherwise it would get to you! Is that really true????? I like to treat my no insurancs patients without taking any fees......lately I have started taking 25$ as a token fees from some of them as I find the same reaction as in your article...reminds me of the time when we were leaving South Africa for the USA ...we had a beautiful Border Collie...sheep dog ....Sultan....and were going to give it to our Land Lord.... " Charge him some money is the advice we got from the elders in the family..otherwise they will not take good care of your dog.... " !!Enjoyed the reading....Ashish Subject: Re: The Joke is on me To: mgims Date: Sunday, August 30, 2009, 10:34 PM The joke was truly on you, Ashok. It was a well written article. Kudos. Kishore Shah 1974 The Joke is on me > Dear all, this is a part of what I wrote in The North East Today recently. > > > THE JOKE IS ON ME > Dr. Ashok Sinha, Agartala, ashokagt2yahoo (DOT) com > > > Working in one of the most humorless professions for thirty years does > take a toll on your sense of humor. I stopped laughing `at' a patient > after a shocker. As a young doctor in the medical college I had laughed at > an old patient crying uncontrollably, holding his son. I thought he was > neurotic; he was in for a minor operation and not even two days were > needed for his release. I found his reaction funny, and as a routine > scolded him and asked him to be brave. The patient died next day, just > like that, out in the blue thin air, poof, gone, had a heart attack during > surgery and nothing could be done. I still have sweats at night > remembering the eyes of his son, the look he gave me should have pierced > my heart and made a hole in it. It did and it has not healed after thirty > years. No, I do not laugh at my patients any more however comic they are > in their fear and anxiety. > > But all humor is not lost on me, I do see the funny side of tragedies > sometimes and there are plenty of them around us. How about the harried > traffic policeman! The other day; dot at 1005 hrs, all those people who > were late for office, hurrying madly, creating chaos and mayhem on the > road, made the traffic guy look like a man caught in a storm. I was > there, in my six year old car, stuck with my irreparable air conditioner, > the sun hating me for my guts, every Tom, Dick and Harimohan trying to > overtake me, I was at the end of my tatters. Then it happened and it made > my day. One white ambassador car, with a red light on it, came blaring its > horn, overtook me forcibly, banged against one divider and unable to > continue on the left side, decided to take the right side of the road, > which happens to be the wrong side also. Aab ayega mazaa, I thought. The > literally smoking traffic SI, who was hiding behind the non existent city > bus passenger shade, emerged; pakda murga, I thought. He came running, > angry, shouting, raising his baton ready to hit anyone daring to stand up > to him. He screeched to a halt in front of the car, as you see in a Tom > and Jerry cartoon. He suddenly saw the red light on the car and the blob > of fat on the back seat. His anger disappeared; anxiety about a good job > lost replaced it. He saluted smartly at the erring car with the blob of > fat. He then turned his ire on me; he stood tall and shouted, " Can't you > drive properly; you'll learn if I fine you a thousand bucks. Just because > you are a doctor you think you can do anything, didn't you see sir's car? " > Believe me I only saw the comedy in it. I must be a great man. > > > There is the District Magistrate, who officiates as the Chief Priest of > the Tripureswari Temple. Some bright fellow (they are always outstanding, > efficient and right) decided to improve upon nature. So he cemented all > four sides of the Kalyan Sagar, destroying the ecosystem of the centuries > old pond. It looks smart now. He has put a fountain at the centre; like > they put light bulbs on trees for making them more beautiful. > Unfortunately the turtles did not enjoy this. They wanted grass on the > sides, they wanted to climb on to the bank at night to feed and they > (foolish, primitive, local and uncultured, unlike our DM sahib) wanted to > breed. No such stupidity was allowed. So their numbers started going down. > Irrelevant techie departments like the Pollution Control Board, the Forest > Department, the Fisheries Department, the FRI Dehradoon; everyone joined > the chorus, they wanted to save the turtles (of the rarest of rare > species). But then you cannot run a state if you give time to the techies, > they create non-sense all the time. No, rulers are not that insensitive > either. Breeding should be allowed, they agreed, the Ministers and the > DM's fraternity. This, after all, is important, they accepted. So, as the > stupid turtles, unlike the DM sahib, have to breed on sand, a sand dune > was constructed out side the tank, a road leading to the dune was built. > Iron nets were provided for protection. After the work was completed by > the department, one dumb local officer asked, how the turtles would know > that there was a breeding ground built for them! Giving a pitiful look at > the local, the DM sahib ordered to put a board, and an arrow sign. The > order was carried out faithfully. You can see all that now at Kalyan Sagar > at Tripureswari Temple today. The arrow sign in Bengali and English, who > knows what language the stupid turtles prefer; the ny, like the > Minister Saheb, may not even know English, poor thing. Now where is the > joke in this? Ah, the joke is there because there is no school on the > banks of Kalyan Sagar, teaching English or even Bengali to the turtles. > LOL. > > When they chop the Centurion trees of Shakuntala Road or the hundred year > old exotic plants of the plot opposite the Malancha Nivas, I feel sad. But > I do see the joke. The guys who are all the time claiming to be > intellectuals do not find anything wrong in anything anywhere. No one > found anything wrong, when the cannon at Kaman Choumuhani was " renovated " . > They found nothing wrong in destroying the Gate, the Coronation > tower or the aviary at BT college compound. Their only objection in life > is why Ekalavya was deprived of Drona's blessings in the Mahabharata. > > I am not so selfish as to not see the joke in my profession. But the true > medical jokes sometimes become heavy and stale. How would anyone laugh at > a doctor who prescribes `gas medicine'? Okay, what about the doctor who > asks his patients to drink plenty of water early in the morning to clear > his, ah, what you call that, bowels? Can you laugh at the diabetes doctor > who asks his patients not to eat any food produced underground or on > trees, (Fruits) or tastes sweet? Or at those severe looking physicians who > after measuring your blood pressure utter a very serious resonating `hoom' > and command you not to indulge your only passion in life, Hilsa with hot > rice. But believe me you, these are jokes and these are jokers. > > The other day one old man entered my clinic, severely breathless, unable > to utter a complete word. He was dressed in a white kurta long past its > prime, like he was; torn in places, last date of washing long forgotten. > He looked poor, very poor. The first thing he said was " Babu, I am a poor > man, have no money, help me. " I suddenly became very pious. You know, a > good doctor should always be helpful to a poor person. It is a noble > profession you see. So I nebulised him free of cost, I called the medical > representative to supply the inhalers and spacers for the patient, did not > charge him anything, no fees, not even for the ECG. I apologized to the > patient for asking for an X-Ray chest, which I thought was absolutely > necessary. But I told him that with the letter that I have enclosed, he > could get it done at the IGM Hospital, free. So there he was, all done, on > the house. I felt great, more like the Boy Scout kid after completing his > good work of the day. > > The patient came back next evening. He had a bunch of investigations in > his hand. X-ray chest, all blood tests, including Liver function test, > Uric acid, Lipid profile, Thyroid Profile, worth rupees three thousand > five hundred, done at the lab next to my clinic, none of the tests linked > in anyway to the disease he has. He had actually visited another doctor > after going out of my clinic. Paid him and got all the tests done. He > walked in royally, dressed the same way, dropped the bunch of reports on > my table and said " You did not get any tests done. How can you treat > properly without the tests? Now take a look at the reports and give me > some good medicines. " > > Who is the joker! > > > > > ------------ --------- --------- ------ > > ------------ --------- --------- > Website: www.mgims.ac. in------- --------- --------- ----- Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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