Running from pillar to post

Life, at any point of time, for a mediocre or rather a common man, becomes more than just an ordeal. It is when this poor creature falls ill means falls prey to the certified terrorists, commonly known as doctors; pretty good at treating humans so cold-bloodedly that one can’t verbalize it.

A guy with merely an ailment knows it for sure that he won’t get quick results until he is given a shot; antibiotic medicines and syrups supposedly effective enough to subside the intensity swiftly. Funnily enough, it’s a common practice in the urban life as well. People really can’t help having the satisfaction until they visit a doc whose consultation fee is indeed high to bear. 

Now comes the part when these so-called-highly-qualified doctors begin to diagnose with typical questions about the life patterns and what not to show concern wherever it gives them a clear reason for the illness, but it doesn’t mean that they are sure of it. They, now, start putting down as many laboratory tests as possible with the condition of only some famous names being accepted. Here we must discuss what happens to those who can’t afford such doctors-what do they do? The answer is simply government hospitals where you are fortunate if you get to see a doctor. However, you get disappointed when the dispenser doesn’t give you any medicine, but if you have somebody influential there, it’s done then and there without you having to wait and worry.

The condition of the private hospitals is not at variance as such. You still don’t get any quick attention unless you make noise, in fact; using abusive language most of the time does the job. In the event of an emergency, their service is so pathetic that one can never imagine. Sadly, there has been a case of a guy, supposedly expired, brought to a renowned local hospital, was examined by the doctor on the duty, then, with his Nokia cell phone torch throwing light into the patient’s eye to see if he was alive. For God sake! This isn’t medical treatment at all; I don’t even know what to name it!

Remember, hardly a decade or so back, there were doctors so good in their manners; I mean the first acquaintance of just the greetings exchanged would get us a light feeling. Then their sincere behavior with generously given time for the examination was worth waiting even for an hour. When did it become a business to them? Why don’t they feel the pain they treat is nothing than the pain they cause in the name of treatment? What got into them to believe in easy money? What taught them the culture to objectify the suffering souls? I am after answers to these hackneyed questions! ARE YOU?