Saturday, 22 November 2014

THE NOBLEST OF NOBLES

Everyone called him a great healer but he merely wished to be known as a servant of God. His name was Doctor Dharma and he was not a quack but a qualified MBBS doctor. Dharma had lived in the Town of Arokiapet all his life except when he had gone to Madras to pursue his interest in Medicine and study M.B.B.S. at the Government Medical College there.

Even during his childhood Dharma had been a very quiet boy and had not given any trouble either to his poor parents who were barely able to provide for him or his simple small town teachers who taught him during his formative years. Even when Dharma was in Medical College he continued to remain quiet and barely spoke to anyone unless he was spoken to. He passed Medical College and everyone expected Dharma to go abroad for his professional pursuits as was the practice of his peers but Dharma surprised everyone by wishing to return to his Home town and serve the poor of his town.

Dharma was a different kind of a doctor. In this day and age when doctors charge thousands and lakhs of rupees to heal patients, Dharma would hardly charge a hundred rupees to heal a patient. Even the worst illness would be healed within a thousand rupees. Dharma believed that the medical profession was founded on the premise of service and was not a business as was being practiced by most doctors of his time.

Dharma’s treatment methods too varied from that of others. Whenever a patient came to him for treatment he would spend a lot of time listening to the patient explain what he was suffering from and how he felt. Dharma would ask probing questions about the patient’s family, his background and other things which any other doctor would consider irrelevant to the case. Within half an hour of talking to the patient, Dharma would make the patient feel so comfortable so much so that the patient felt fifty percent cured by unburdening himself to the doctor.

Dharma never prescribed any diagnostic testing. He did not believe in any form of testing and a simple examination with his stethoscope, thermometer and torchlight would be enough for him to diagnose the illness of the patient. He would make the patient breathe deeply and listen to his breathing with his stethoscope. He would then stick the thermometer under the tongue of the patient while opening wide the eyelids of the patient and shining his torch into the pupils of the patient after which he would finally prescribe the medicines for the patient.

Moreover, Dharma never prescribed the medicines sold in the drug stores and pharmacies. He procured his own medicines and handed them to the patient at the clinic. Dharma’s first line of treatment would be a muscular injection followed by oral intake of medicines.

The capsules and pills which Dharma prescribed never had any name or markings on it. Whether it was an ordinary cold and fever or the most chronic of cases Dharma’s regimen of drugs was always the same. The most surprising part of it was that almost ninety nine point nine percent of the cases treated by him where cured and even the point zero one percent of the cases which were not cured would invariably be because the patients did not have faith in the kind of medication prescribed by him and therefore went to some other doctor.

Dharma’s name and fame soon spread in the town where he lived. Very soon people from other nearby towns and cities started bringing sick people to Dharma’s clinic. However the case which pushed Dharma into the limelight was the treatment of the Mayor’s wife by Dharma. The lady had been diagnosed with cancer and the doctors who treated her had claimed that she only had one more year to live. The Mayor who was really shocked wanted to have a second opinion and having heard of Dharma from his watchman had taken his wife to his clinic. Within a week of treatment the lady’s cancer cells went into remission and a month later she was completely free of the dreaded disease. The Mayor was overjoyed and wanted to give Dharma a huge fee but Dharma only accepted five hundred rupees as his fee which further more impressed the Mayor.

The Mayor was also the head of the rotary international in his town and decided to honour and felicitate Dharma with the title of ‘The Noblest of Noble Doctors’. Dharma was initially hesitant to accept the title but due to the persistence of the Mayor agreed to attend the function and accept the title.  The ceremony was held in the best five star hotel of the town and Dharma felt completely out of place amidst the opulence when he attended the function in his bush shirt, ill fitting trousers and rubber flip flops. The assembled dignitaries were indeed impressed by the simplicity and humility of the noble doctor. The media which was covering the event in full strength was also impressed by him and a local television news channel interviewed Dharma immediately after the ceremony.

During the interview, the interviewer asked if Dharma was happy to be called The ‘Noblest of Noble Doctors’ to which Dharma replied that he never considered himself noble or worthy of such a title. The persistent interviewer wanted to know if there was any secret medicine which Dharma was using, since all medication prescribed by him was issued at his own clinic and not available in other drug stores and pharmacies. Dharma replied negatively and the interviewer therefore asked Dharma what it was that he was giving the patients. Dharma replied that he merely gave the patients a pro-biotic injection and also some tablets which contained vitamins, minerals or other necessary salts.

Dharma further expounded that the human body was the most perfect of God’s creations and illnesses to such a perfect body arose mainly in the minds of the individuals. When the mind was assured that the body was being treated by a competent doctor it automatically healed itself. The interviewer looked at Dharma with disbelief and Dharma had to swear that he was telling the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

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The day after the interview was aired on television Dharma came to his clinic at the usual time. However, not a single patient came that day or ever after.

Saturday, 1 November 2014

ONE’S SORROW DOTH BENEFIT ANOTHER

Sunny hated school and considered it a waste of time but his parents like other parents of the time insisted he must go to school and therefore he would act like he was going to school though he actually bunked classes and spent his days with friends loafing the streets or watching a matinee in one of the innumerable theatres that dotted the city. Sunny was fifteen years old and in the crucial tenth grade at an eminent school in the city of Madras.

Sunny’s parents were too busy with their own professions and never bothered to check on his scholastic activities. He was therefore gradually emboldened and used to tell his parents that he had special classes in the evenings and would go to the movies in the evening as well.

Since he needed money for all this he began dipping his fingers into his parents’ wallet and handbag. One thing led to another for all bad habits are a vicious cycle like the swirling waters which suck everything into its vortex and soon Sunny was smoking more than ten cigarettes a day and an occasional stick of Mary Jane too.

His name was Kinky Mixmoney and he was Sunny’s class teacher. He had been asked by the Head Master to raise funds by selling tickets for the school play and procuring advertisements for the school Souvenir. The Head Master had also said that the class teacher who raised the maximum funds will be given a fee trip to Singapore and this had set the adrenaline rushing up to Kinky’s head. He had fifty nine students in his class and he decided to target each of them and their parents to contribute the maximum.

While systematically working his way through the roll list he found that a pupil named Sunny had not been attending classes for more than three months now. When he inquired from the other boys in his class he was told that Sunny had been ill for over three months and had not been seen. Kinky therefore decided to visit Sunny’s home that evening to show his concern for the sick boy and also exhort Sunny’s Father who was a government servant in regular touch with big businessmen to obtain advertisements for the school souvenir.

That evening Sunny had gone for an evening show of a World War II movie with a couple of his friends, smoked a couple of cigarettes and returned home at nine p.m. to find a scooter parked outside his house. As he parked his cycle in the compound, Sunny’s Mom came out and he asked her whose scooter it was to which she mumbled about some uncle who had come to visit and then went back inside.

When Sunny entered the house he was horrified to see his class teacher grinning smugly at him. Needless to say Sunny got his butt kicked black and blue while his class teacher obtained his free trip to Singapore…

One’s sorrow doth benefit another…