Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Information overload

Gyaan. Names. Faces. Roads. Process. Rules. Rigor. Shortcuts. Opportunities. Assessment. Logistics. First impressions. People. Eccentricities. Addresses. Judgements. Rental. Tax. Behavior. Habits. Mistakes. Questions. Communication. Over-communication. Integrity. Hesitation. Truth. Insight. Database. Pivot charts. Money. Hours. Bills. Luxury. Food. Price. Value. Alcohol. Richness. Cheapness. Insecurity. Zeal. Competition. Fakeness. Culture. Help. Hypothesis. Knowledge. Impact.
Who? What? Why?
The beginning.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Healthcare: Unhealthy, uncared for

As a kid whenever I was asked the staple question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?", my answer was always anything but a doctor. I've wanted to be everything from a dancer to an advertising professional to an astronaut and a teacher, but never a doctor, much to my parents' dismay, who always wanted a doctor in the family. (I detested engineering too in the beginning, simply because it was so cliched to become an engineer, but well...) I don't know why I felt that way, though I have a lot of respect for doctors, to me hospitals have always been a repulsive place. I'm not scared of blood or pain or anything like that - indeed I happily did dissections of cockroaches in biology labs in XII std., but I don't like the atmosphere, the gloomy, smelly, damp place, the all-pervasive negative energy, the despair. My parents made peace with my choice, and I chuckled silently watching friends slog out for years incessantly studying to become doctors.

But apart from a personal choice, there is a why to be answered here that I never thought so much about earlier. All my life I, like most of us, have heard politicians speak about health as a priority, read and watched people dying because of lack of medical facilities and/or irresponsible/absent doctors, debated about why healthcare for all is still such a distant goal in India, and of late heard plenty of noises coming from US about universal healthcare etc

And then there was this story in HT a couple of days back as part of an ongoing series about my locality, that got me thinking. Hospitals repel me the way they are; they shouldn't be this way. Why do I hate Max at Saket less than my local private hospital, because for all its exorbitance, it at least does not look so gloomy? But does it need to be exorbitant to be dignified? Why can't our hospitals, esp govt hospitals (the ones that exist) look like the facility in House or Grey's Anatomy? Okay, that maybe a stupid question, when our country doesn't look remotely the same, but the point is, why can't we care a little more? Why are doctors looked upon so widely as fleecers, unethical and careless in a country where we, at the same time, equate doctors with Gods (and with the same fervour of faith!)? This story, also in HT, couple of weeks back, sounded like a positive step. However, the why goes deep, and remains unanswered.

We are heavily criticial of the lack of healthcare facitilites, particularly in villages and poorer parts. We morally look down upon the city-educated doctors who refuse to go work with poor patients in parts of the country that need it most. We are proud of our super-speciality surgeons who perform challenging surgeries on patients from all over the world at a low cost. We want the doctors to be sympathetic, kind, helpful and always right. The smallest mistake is unpardonable because somebody's life is at stake. It is their duty to care. But do we, collectively, ever care about the doctor, the individual under stress? Hear me out here.

What kind of students go on to become doctors? Mostly, not the extremely rich ones - unless they belong to a family of doctors - at least they don't practice/study in India. Really bright students then, mostly from the middle class and the poor. But the poor, in most cases, cannot afford to study for so many years, assuming they do complete school in the first place. They do not have the awareness and the resources needed more often than not, which leaves the crux on the middle class, also bereft of resources. Do you know what a medical education costs?

The competition is deadly just to get an MBBS seat in a profession where "just an MBBS" is so not enough! Students kill themselves slogging to get admission in a handful of institutes, among which most of the private and small-town ones are a joke. But they're all we have. In a country with acute shortage of doctors, where IITs are being carved every month and engineers churned out in lakhs, why is medicine so ignored? And the situation is almost horrific in PG level courses. Less than 1000 seats nationwide, and most of the private colleges demand exorbitant amounts of "donation" for a seat. To meritorious candidates only. A friend of mine who just finished BDS has been asked to shell out 36 lacs for an MDS seat in a college no one has heard of. Over and above all the regular expenditure. Another paid 51 lacs + 10 as fees last yr for some other speciality course.

These people are regular middle class folk. Where do they get all the money from? Why?
And once they finally get a degree and work some more years to establish a practice, having put in ten yrs of hardwork, assets and savings of their parents, govt jobs that pay 25-30k a month are not enough. They cannot clear off that debt ever if they were always doing social work, working in a village and treating poor for free, while not overcharging the rich. It's difficult to be moral for the average 28 yr old.

I'm not making a case for quacks and evil, irresponsible doctors here. I'm saying, at the first step, we NEED more colleges for doctors, subsidised education and high vigilance to curb corruption. We need more PG seats desperately. We need to incentivise and monitor functioning of hospitals, dispensaries etc. We need to incentivise hospitals that adhere to quality stds. We need to involve citizens and get their feedback to give each area what it needs.
We need to care.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

News flash

I'd be in Mumbai this Sunday, and will stay on till the next Sunday, 2nd August.
Any of you dear folks wanna catch up an evening/weekend, let me know!
Also, if someone can help me find a home in Mumbai, or knows someone who needs a roommate, be my saviour!!

:)


Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Why are so many people in marriage mode?

A friend (another!!!) has decided to get married (rather her parents think 24 is late enough to get married) and the suitable boy has been chosen. A casual discussion led to some wondering and pondering, and a series of questions for the liberalised-yet-close-to-the-roots hybrid generation of ours. It so happens that she used to date this one guy in school , for about two years, then another for a year or so in college, and a third for about 2 yrs after college, which got a little serious, but broke off about 1.5-2 yrs ago as well. That, is the "past", nothing wrong with it, per se, for she is looking forward to life ahead with this guy. However, she still wonders about whether and how to clarify her and his past with him before marriage, just to start on a clean slate. Or whether it's best stored in the past?

Now while that is a personal matter and an individual choice, one still wonders how people do it/imagine that they should do it.
  • So, were you getting married to someone other than a longtime sweetheart, would you or would you not offer to discuss the "past" of each other, to start afresh?
  • If not, what if a few yrs later you come across your husband's ex-girlfriend/your wife's ex-lover now-good friend, would you take it in your stride since you yourself decided to avoid thr graveyard discussion?
  • If yes, how much do you want to share/want to know? It maybe OK that your wife had a boyfriend 2 years back, but is it OK that she had a physical relationship with him as well? Or vice versa?
Weird questions I know. Bad timing, to say the least. I don't get any of this/not interested, but with some random bug in the air, way too many people have started getting/thinking about getting married around, and it's getting impossible to sustain conversations. If someone were to ask me though, I think I'd like to discuss and I'd like to know/share things honestly. I guess.

Phew!

Monday, July 13, 2009

It happened to me...

I was walking home this evening, through the same beaten path, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a memory flashed in my head of an afternoon long long ago, when I walked down the same path, sobbing all the way. Out of the blue a buried emotion stirred a little and stopped me in the tracks. Those were the days when I was happily young and comfortably innocent. Having lived through twice as many years of life now than then, I can understand the circumstances better, but the feeling is preserved as-is.

I was walking back from school to an empty home - bro usually strolled in a full ten minutes later; he had friends, you see - after a particularly rough day. A lot of people would find it hard to believe today what a quiet friendless soul I used to be in school, through most of it anyway. Anyhow, that particular day was a summer afternoon, just before vacations, and I'd been at the receiving end of some particularly bitchy behavior by a bunch of girls in my class. The sad part was, these were the girls who lived near my home and I used to hang out with them plenty in the preceding years. They were never "friends", but for a while they were friendly (plus they always needed me for notes and stuff) and I always strove hard to fit in/find approval with their group. There weren't many options beyond.

They were cool, I was not, they were clever and often mean, I always took it in my stride but the wavelength never matched. But as we grew up, they got plenty of attention and 'friends', and I became dispensable enough to be mean to. It had been going on for quite some time, and even my normally forgiving and innocent self was frustrated enough to just cut off ties with them. I had tried making new friends, and asked this particular shy 'new girl' to sit with me, who had been sidelined so far. It was fine, and I thought I'd just move on, but that particular afternoon, somehow, they all had managed to gang up against me, getting the 'new girl' on their side as well and humiliatingly left me alone.

I told them off with a brave face, but couldn't help sobbing on the way back. I felt helpless, infinitely betrayed, and terribly embittered at the 'world'. I was sure you couldn't trust most people, and that the only way to survive and be happy is to be entirely self-dependent and not let anyone come close enough to hurt you.

The vacation was a few days after this happened, and I got through most of it alone. I did try to make friends in the years after, but never got so attached and never found a lasting bond till much, much later.

The funny part is, whatever happened that one afternoon was fairly insignificant in the whole scheme of events, and I later reconciled to a civil talk-and-walk acquaintance with these girls that I still have, but still, out of the blue, it was that memory that came to me. That helpless, lonely feeling, and the vow not to let the world pull me down.

It's amazing how much of who we are and what we believe is a function of our childhoods. In fact, I have a theory that puts the onus of who we become as people, what we believe and how we behave entirely on our childhood, but more on that later. For now, I guess I'd just be glad it happened to me sooner than later.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Drama, and the lack of it

Even though the scoreline read 3-2 to Federer, most people watching would have been full of admiration and respect for Roddick at the Wimbledon finals. Sometimes, winning or losing truly doesn't mean anything to anyone. And that is other than the times when the competition itself is a total farce, the great reality-tamasha on TV called "Rakhi ka Swayamvar" being a good example. You just have to watch the incessant advertisement to realise that the show successfully manages to be a bigger farce, scripted sleazy shocking joke than the very concept of a televised Swayamvar for a real wedding, even the very concept of Rakhi Sawant. The "writers" of the show deserve an applause though, for maintaining the drama of 100 bollywood movies in each episode, and creating suitable "groom" characters. Wow!

Life meanwhile, is wayyyyyyy less dramatic/ interesting. I live a little, work a little, and survive the rest. Staying at home is almost as bad as I had envisaged, but I'm managing for the time being. I'm enjoying driving/working from home, though am not getting any slimmer :( Something or the other keeps malfunctioning, but overall the inertia is high. And oh, a friend got married almost overnight (less than that, actually) and I still cant believe he did that.
Oh, such is life...


Saturday, July 04, 2009

Morning drive

In front of my car at six am
She fell on the road
She had legs I would kill for
but no hands to defend
I braked, resumed, drove away

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

That feeling...

I don't know how many would identify with or even comprehend what I mean when I talk about that feeling...the feeling when no matter how good or brilliant it is objectively speaking, especially to everyone else onlooking, all you feel is inadequacy, insufficiency and a huge sense of underachievement when it comes to yourself. You cannot voice it or share it, because of course you cannot explain/rationally reason out about it and there would be a huge list of things someone else could point out that you have got going for you. You cannot sulk, you cannot be sad, but all you feel is a feeling of frustration with yourself, for being too slow, too stupid, too inefficient, or not being where your peers are, whatever be the reason.

Voicing it out, however, will always sound stupid and almost unreasonable. So I will stop short.

That feeling is a lonely feeling.