Tuesday, October 27

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Why Am I A Doctor?
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Why Am I A Doctor?

In this stir-crazy moment when every one of us is confined (or should I say must be confined) inside the boundaries of our homes, I thought, why not to turn some pages of my doctor's diary and share them with you. No, these aren't ben-Trovato. Hypermnesia? Yes, you may call it that. This page is from September 2017. This was a routine day. I went to my private medical centre as usual. (Oh sorry, just to tell you, in case you are a new reader, that I am a paediatrician and my wife is a gynaecologist and we have our own medical centre at Ghaziabad.) Besides the routine OPD, there was only one operative case for the day, cholecystectomy (Gall Bladder Removal). Well again, I am a paediatrician alright but for my own set-up, I function as a resident doctor as well. Coordinating with o...
Ageing gracefully
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Ageing gracefully

Perhaps compare to the rest of the day, the Sun looks most beautiful in the twilight when the cloudy wrinkles enhance its aesthetic features making it glow with the trueness of its colours. Hi Shishir; Surprised? Oh! Don't be. My voice sounds a little shaded yet so familiar. you should look at my picture, the lines have grown so beautifully and bold to colour the crepuscular hue, juxtaposing me in you. Yes, I am you on your seventieth birthday. Twenty-two years from now you yourself will have the insight to see the revelation I am about to make. But today, you have the right to choose a path that leads on to me or paint a completely different picture of you. Because, while the process of ageing is mandatory by the eternal rule ageing gracefully, on the other hand, is a mere matter o...
Bark For Heart
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Bark For Heart

Oddity has a way of attracting attention and surely a canny-canine like him couldn’t help smelling the nefarious intention behind this walk for health shit, so he barked. TOM wasn’t just an ordinary dog born yesterday, he had seen this luxurious lifestyle dig deeper into the urban human lifestyle. since the time he was born eight-year ago. Mankind has become addicted to pizza and noodles culture and so was he. This human awakening to care for their heart was injurious to his taste so, he barked. The bark attracted Shera, Mintoo, Goldie and Sweety, a delinquent gang of street dogs. They all barked. Shera was about three years younger to Tom and he was a great admirer of Tom’s intellectual capabilities. His association with Tom over the past few years had given him the insight to diff...
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2.1… Mission Aborted

The odds were strictly against him, one in a million chance, especially with the past experience of several failed attempts by his ancestors to explore the unmanned territory but he was hopeful, rather confident. The backup team had worked very hard. All preliminary and advance level testing were in place the launch pads were checked, rechecked and practised on multiple occasions earlier. On the day determined by specific calendar and astronomical calculations the launcher stiffened and after several rather bohemian thrusts exploded into the unseen space. Adam jetted out along with million others into a dark universe. His spacesuit was exquisitely crafted. Its main body was connected with a longish tail. The tail itself was a marvellously engineered structure designed to facilit...
एक डॉक्टर की मौत
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एक डॉक्टर की मौत

Light from the central lighting dome attached to the ceiling beamed on the focused operative area as the patient lay suspended under the influence of the anaesthetic drugs. Had she not been oblivious to the outside world she would surely have felt the tension pulsating in every nook and corner of the operating theatre. But would she, the patient, have been able to pick up that subtle jerks of anxiety on the accustomed hands of the surgeon, that fine goblets of sweat ebbing from her stressed forehead or would she have been able to see those fine tribulations of fear camouflaged under her surgeon's calm voice when she conversed with the anaesthetist?.. ..Nay!.. you have got to be her husband, you have got to survive through thick and thin of life together to be able to precisely see the h...
MODUS OPERANDI
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MODUS OPERANDI

Some dates, by sheer virtue of the ghoulish and invective nature of happenings on those days, have the potential to inscribe your supple consciousness in such a way that the imprint casted stays much longer than  your wishful liking, sometimes for life. More you want them to fade away, the darker and more sinister the impression becomes.     December 16th 2012 was one such day and no Indian with a sane state of mind will ever forget this day. When, in the frigid cold of the night, the demons wandering fearlessly on the streets of its capital not only outraged the modesty of a young innocent girl 'Nirbhaya' but also demonstrated a level of brutality  which  shamed the entire human race. The episode set an unparralled example of the extent of cruelty, men can cast on their...
Shabnam
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Shabnam

Head held high, posture taut, prying eyes covered with proxy spectacles, legs stretched apart and hands akimbo. That was my first visual of her. As I entered the paediatric ward on the seventh floor of the hospital building, I saw her standing on the patient’s bed, enacting a teacher’s scold and an elderly staff affectionately begging her spectacles back from the little master. Seeing me enter the ward, the staff quickly snatched the spectacles back and rushed towards the nursing station, leaving her annoyed. She glanced at me with cursing looks for I had just disturbed her majestic play. The thought of an unknown figure interfering her naughty venture was certainly not welcomed. Being the first day as registrar in the department I myself was trying to grasp the feel of the surrounding, s...
Doctor’s Diary ….. welcome to Dadri
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Doctor’s Diary ….. welcome to Dadri

Welcome to Dadri   Mid April is the time of year when pleasant fragrance of spring starts to fade away and painful pangs of summer come knocking at Delhi’s door. It is the time of the year when schools reopen and children start exhibiting the excitement of new class , new bag and new books , mothers on the other hand begin Tiffin and bus anxiety .     Mid April is a season when the dull slag of ” Holi ” recedes and the doctor community awaits the increased patient foot fall . “This year is going to be better , lord mosquitoes may grant us our wishes” . Medical representatives enter the doctor’s cabin with broadened business smile and the doctors receive them with  calculative  eagerness  .     Mid April is harvest time in Dadri when every sing...
Doctor’s Diary…….story -1
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Doctor’s Diary…….story -1

Private practice………my first encounter with reality   It was January 2003 when I left Bareilly to join Meerwati Nursing Home , Dadri ,a small town near Delhi .  As a paediatrician it was  my first independent assignment . Having  completed post graduation in paediatrics from one of the best medical college of Mumbai and the experience of working in a reputed paediatric unit of Baraeilly behind me ,  there was no dearth of confidence , but the nervousness of dwelling into uncertain domain of private practice was at times visible on my face , the kind of reputation  that Dadri had especially regarding the criminal backgrounds of its indwellers , only escalated this nervousness . The  220 km  drive ,with my wife and six month old son, looked never ending . We entered Dadri past a...