The medical bank

My dad never goes to a doctor when he falls sick. There was a time I used to feel that it’s not right. But now that I have my own reasons I too prefer to stay away from doctors. When my dad falls sick I don’t force him to doctor cus I believe that there’s no use. Though there was a time I frequented clinics and hospitals now it’s been years since I checked into one to get myself checked. I don’t opine that one should never make it to a doctor, but I feel that one need to think twice before doing it. Cus all they do is nothing but experiments on the patient.

What is it that makes me think this way? It was not a sudden thought, but it evolved through years to get into such a conclusion for me. I’ve lost faith in doctors since medical profession has become nothing but a financial institution that mints money. And when it comes to the quality of service I don’t find any reason to believe in their capability with the advancement of technology and all the ultramodern equipment.

There was a time when we were not so well educated, but people had lesser problems. There were doctors who could say at a glace what the patient is suffering from when there were no medical colleges. So what does that imply? The quality of education and what the institutions provide now is nothing but some means to make money. I believe that knowledge is a gift from God that can’t be sold or bought. But that’s what is happening now, which results in the crushing down of the whole profession.

Coming to the ground realities, let’s take a look at a normal person who suffers from a headache or body pain or a fever. It’s quite normal for a human being to have these problems in life. It’s the normal way body reacts to the environment. But a person who thinks it’s a problem will run to the doctor. And the doctor will prescribe some pain killer or a medicine, that he himself has got no idea of how it works, which is supplied or being marketed by a medical rep, and suppresses it, but never overcomes the problem. Often headaches, fever and such kinds won’t last for ever. But the patient tends to think it’s the medicine that works.

And if it doesn’t get right, the patient gets back to the doctor, who in turn will either increase the dose or try some other medicine. Here again the doctor won’t have any idea what exactly the patient is suffering from. Now if the patient is lucky enough the cure takes place, not because of the medicine, but naturally as time pass by. And if that doesn’t happen, then the doctor has to think of all the possibilities he has learned of. And now due to the lack of knowledge the patient will be asked to undergo few tests that might bring any outcome. If the patient is lucky enough he’ll come out with a lab report that speaks about a viral fever of anything of that sort.

But what if those reports are negative? Well, then there will be another set of tests that the patient has to undergo. And this will keep repeating, making a hole in the patient’s pocket. And unless it’s some disease that needs such tests, the patient finally comes out with a certificate that states everything is alright. And at the end what transpires is a doctor is one who plays with our luck.

It isn’t every doctor that I speak about, but majority of them. There still are doctors who really have the call and are serious about what they do. They put their whole heart and mind into it. And that is where one finds result. That doctor is the one who work not for money, but for results. But unfortunately due to the exorbitant fees and the fat pockets that await, medical colleges render pride, status and no service. Doctors go by the books, with no heart set on what they do. May be few of them join with good intention, but end up following the crowd. And of course a small number of doctors do filter through in the process with real knowledge.

As far as eyes are set on money there will be no favorable outcome. What they learn and do will be only for that. And as far as money rules there will be no skill produced. Gone are the days of doctors who used to do service for the society. That is why we need to bribe them in order to take care of even patients on their death bed. I haven’t come across doctors who are ready to do an operation freely when a person’s life is in danger. The more danger a patient faces the more demand the doctor has.

And the tag line is: I call those doctors servants as they serve, with utmost respect. But for others who do it for money, I give more respect to servants than them.

No more the same

How can I be so again
Every moment I face
Oh no, no, not again
I don’t wanna be the same

An echo in the distance
Though faded in my memory
It keeps coming back
Keeps coming back to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Mistakes of the past
Not me alone, but others too
Once, twice, and yet again
It jus can’t be the same

An echo in the distance
Though faded in my memory
It keeps coming back
Keeps coming back to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

There’s always an end to all
But not unless I do
Not jus desires
But it’s the step that I take

An echo in the distance
Though faded in my memory
It keeps coming back
Keeps coming back to me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


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The contrast

Rich are the poorest and poor are the richest.

Rich is rich cus they always take and never give; poor are poor cus they always give and seldom take.

If you ever have a chance to work for the rich, think twice - you may never get paid.

Gift

It was one of my greatest desires to have a car of my own. I knew that through my effort it's impossible. So I took the only right way to make the dream a reality - I went down on my knees. But then God asked me to wait. Oh my! I can't stand it. Every time I ask the answer is 'wait.' But how long?

I told Him I have no patience. I just can't wait too long for it. Well, finally I won the battle. He said He'll grant my wish. I was so excited that I didn't even think of thanking Him. I ran out of the church.

Next day I found that everything falling on my lines. The cash, the registration, all the formalities - to my surprise everything was taken care of in many ways that my dream was finally coming true. I was busy informing all my friends and relatives about the new car.

And at last the time has come. I threw a party at the best hotel I found in the city. Every one has arrived. I arranged for my friend to get the delivery and bring my car to the venue. We were all anxiously waiting. And there it comes in all its glitters. I was very proud of myself, or rather I conveniently and purposely forgot the part my Lord did.

Few days passed by and I started getting restless that things weren't as smooth as I expected. The new car which I got seems to have lot of problems. It's so frustrating that I started grumbling. And that was the time I realized that God has cheated me. Now it's the time to go to Him to tell Him that He's not trustworthy.

And that night I turned back to Him after a long time, since the day He agreed to bring my dream to reality. And I started with a note of disappointment. I thought He's not worth the thanksgiving for He didn't do a fair thing. I pointed my finger at Him and asked Him what He has done to me.

With a smile so irritating He gently said: Before you asked me I knew your desire. I started working on it long before you came to me. There was a whole lot of details that had to be taken care of. I had to get right people to do it since I wanted it to be very special. I wanted to get the best components so that you get the best of it all. But it was then you interrupted me. I asked you time since people around were not listening to me. I had to find someone better who understand me to get the best of it. But you insisted that you wanted it immediately. You didn't give me enough time to work on it. I had to stop working on it and get it for you the next day itself. And hence I had to keep away the unfinished parts that was specially being made for you and use the normal things for you. And I tried to explain things to you but you ran off the very moment I agreed to your request. Even when you were running around informing others and preparing for the banquet I was running behind you to tell the problems. But you had no time to listen to me. Now you tell me what else you expect me to do.

It was then that I realized how big a fool I am. I missed the best of it I had in store. I have no more complains. All I can is be contempt with what I got. Wish if I had some more patience.

(I don't write stories, but jus gav it a try. So plz dont judge on the quality. Hope it gives some insight)