Mere desh ka kya hoga!
Posted June 6, 2008on:
When I was an intern doctor, I was posted in a rural region (rural internship is a must if you want an internship completion certificate!!!). I was posted under a Medical officer there. He was quite reputed in this village and was serving for quite some years. Since I had joined in the morning only, he was asking questions (relevant as well as irrelevant!) and talking and checking patients simultaneously.
“So, you cleared with first attempt?” Asking me, he gestured to the compounder to send another patient.
“Yes, sir.” I answered meekly, wondering “did I look like a chronic to him?”
“Hun… what are your parents doing?” Now, what has that to do with my internship? But that’s the way conversation progress in India, I guess!
At that particular time a very thin lady entered with a child of say, 1-1 ½ years entered the cabin. The doctor gestured her to sit. His bombardment of questions was still on and directed towards me.
In between he asked the lady what the problem was and she murmured something, which I perceived as fever.
“Bhar re…” he shouted in the direction of the compounder, asking him to fill up the syringe with the usual medicine.
As the compounder handed over the syringe, doctor gave the shot. The lady screamed with pain.
“Why are you screaming?” he asked
“Dacter sa’ab, bukhar humka naahi hai, bachua ka hai,” she complained.
(Sir, the boy has got the fever, not me!)
(The dumb doctor had given the medicine to the mother instead of the child! Shit!)
But the doctor was unflinched. Without batting an eyelid he asked her sternly,
“Doctor kaun hai, mein ya tum?”
(Who is the doctor here, me or you?)
“To davaai kaun dega?”
(Then who will decide the treatment)
“Yeh tera dudh pita hai ki nahi?”
(Is this child on your milk?)
“Pita hai Sa’ab”
“To davaai tujhe hi pehle deni padegi na!’
(Then, of course, you will be treated first, isn’t it?)
“Bhar re….” he shouted at compounder to fill another syringe of the medicine, which he then gave to the child.