Sunday 25 February 2018

Sridevi...No More

25th February 2018.

It was to be a normal Sunday. I had been recovering from a viral bout in the week and a good Sunday was what I was looking forward too. With a 6 month old I have never had a long good nights sleep, so after the 4th feed of the night at around 5 am I took my mobile and touched the favourite 'f' Blue shortcut button. The first message glared at me RIP Sridevi!!!
I was like what... another rumor...how cruel can the social media false news get...she is just in her 50s...almost a decade younger to my parents??
Then in another 15 min with touch of various other buttons...the news was confirmed...I woke up my husband with the news as I just couldn't contain the sadness. 
I don't watch a dozen movies a year..and Sridevi was not on my favourite list either...but our emotional connection with that era of superstars and their journey thereafter felt so personal that it numbed the mind.
My first memory of Sridevi was Chandni...Mere Haatho mein nau nau chudiya hai...the helicopter scene with the roses on the terrace...the handsome Vinod Kumar mesmerised by Sri after his first wife's death with the Lagi aaj saawan ki phir wo chadi hai...were forever etched in my young brain. Also along with that is the memory of Chandni music Cassette always playing in our music system at home and in the car when we travelled with dad. He used to love those songs too and I used to be always singing them aloud, though my brother used to get very annoyed by my continuous, usually poorly pitched singing.
My dad is a movie buff and our local channel guy used to make our summers beautiful with all the latest hindi movies..So the wonderful part she played in Sadma where I cried along with Kamal Hassan when she went away in the train and also in the beautiful rendition...'Surmayi akhiyon mein nanha munha ek sapna de jaa re'...In Jaanbaaz...her 'har kisiko nahi milta yahaan pyaar zindagi mein' and premature death due to crippling drug addiction...and Her beautiful Mughal queen kind of demeanour in Khuda Gawah..or the wonderful didi in Mr India...she made sexy as a word come alive with' Kaante Nahi Katte ye din ye raat'....
My dad used to record the movies on Video Cassettes and I remember watching these movies again and again on the VCR.
But my most favourite and repeatedly watched movie was Lamhe...the way she said Kunwarsa...I have choreographed and  danced to both her songs...Morni Baga Maan Bole aadhi raat ma...and Megha re Megha multiple times in college and in friends' sangeet parties...Her falling in love as a teenager...and the struggle in her mind about her identity were so relatable...The wonderful friendship seen between her and Anupam Kher was also one of the best parts of the movie. It pains the heart that both Yash Chopra who directed this wonderful story and Sridevi who made it come alive are no more with us.
Her getting married to someone so much older to her as a second wife in the  marriage and then taking a career break of 15years for raising her daughters always made me respect her outside the film world too. I used to wonder why she needed so much of a break...but considering she has done close of 70 films in Hindi..80 films in Tamil and 70 films in Telugu and few more in Malayalam and Kannada am so glad she took those few years off for herself and her family whose time with her is suddenly cut shot...Maybe it was all preempted and planned in such a way that forces made her take a break and enjoy some life.
So today with Sridevis death is the painful memories of those summer vacations spent at home with those VCDs playing and replaying her movies as me and dad debated to who is better , Sridevi or Madhuri...
RIP Sridevi and glad that you found some peace on this earth too with your beautiful family...

Tuesday 6 February 2018

A depressed Doctor!!

Let me start by saying that if there was one thing I was clear of since I was a child, it was that I wanted to become a doctor. That may come from my parents being doctors and lot of extended family members in the same profession too. I thought it was glamorous, rewarding, humbling and deeply soul satisfying. I revered in being called a doctor’s child, felt like I was the chosen one and saw my parents help a lot of people selflessly.
So precisely 18years ago, I was sitting in a big auditorium, all in awe to be there on the 1st day of our medical school. The Dean addressed us and attested to the same sentiments that I had had since childhood. I never cared about the laborious long days, the night shifts, the long hours of studying, the lateral thinking required to solve difficult patient issues, the memorizing and rememorizing required before exams. Almost the next 11years I would spend, memorizing, practicing, learning new skills, brushing up old skills, mentored by one passionate teacher after the other. The dead bodies in the dissecting hall in anatomy, the lab experiments on animals(allowed then!) in physiology, the visits to slums and old age homes in preventive and social medicine, the patients with the smelliest ulcers in surgery, the throat cancer patients in oncology, the first death certificate in emergency medicine, the first vaginal birth in Obstetrics and Gynaecology, the visual image of the child with ulcers all over the body and mouth with Stevens Johnsons Syndrome in pediatrics, the learning of surgical techniques and challenges in ophthalmology, the long duties in the OR, the weekends sacrificed in stay camps to screen underprivileged communities with eye problems, the never ending list of questions and books read for clearing the exams year after year…all of these I enjoyed, revered and glided with glee. Medical Education gave a humane, humbling, satisfying and soul wrenching experience that I had never experienced before. I matured with age and learnt to be more patient with patients and peers.  
So here I was 12years after the first day of joining my medical school. In the process I had graduated, Postgraduated and super specialized for an extra 2 years too. Also personally had fallen in love, married and had a child too. When I hunted for the first job, I thought it will all be too easy. I had done my schooling from one of the best places in the speciality in the country. But getting work equal to my caliber was not easy. I was ridiculed for being a young mother and ambitious to think about working so soon, ridiculed for being too unexperienced and the worst was when I was asked how much will I generate??
Now this ‘generate’ term was nowhere taught, discussed or quizzed in the 12 years of exams and oral vivas and essays. So I did not understand. The so called MBA grad sitting on the interview table explained to me that we ‘invest’ in a doctor if he/she ‘generates’ atleast 3 times the salary given. This was shocking to my soul. Where were the real world problems that I had read my country was facing with poor doctor:patient ratio, not enough highly qualified doctors to treat a very ‘ in need ’population? Where was that saying that one of my teachers said that’ Doctors are healers, and you must not always treat but you must always heal.’ One can argue that there are government hospitals, rural setups and charity hospitals that I may have worked in, but the long working hours or the fear of transferrable job does not support the work life balance that I was seeking for as a working mom.
All throughout the training I had never envisioned how much I would earn out of my work. I had never been talked about salary package or incentives which is a common talk in engineering courses or banking sectors. I was naïve to think that the corporate set up in medical practice was being built for serving needy people and they treasured having qualified doctors with them. But the management of these hospital often have the audacity to boast that all doctors are replaceable, they can run the hospital without doctors(who could have thought that) and that the doctor has to earn for every square inch of space that he occupies in the hospital. So I saw post my training, complete anti of what the books taught. I have witnessed a lot of unethical work happening in my field and others in many corporate hospitals. It was almost like witnessing riots where the politicians use goons for causing chaos and killing people while they sat in their plush bungalows and directed them. In the name of targets, numbers, generation there were unnecessary meetings conducted in a lot of hospitals that I know of, to make the doctor the underdog of the system.
So here you are swimming against the tide, wanting to be ethical to not over investigate, over prescribe or over operate because you are just being as right as you have been taught to be. You are chided for being the under performer, for not generating enough, for not operating enough. The satisfactory smile on the patient’s face is usually never taken into the assessment of your ‘performance’ each year. One manager also said that ‘ I think you talk too much. Don’t talk to these people, just send them to the counseller who would talk about the package of the surgery!!’
I would have loved to welcome him into the room, when I have to counsel a parent of a child who is battling a blinding condition, what is enough talk when the parent is depressed, ostracized from the child’s school and society as a whole for what the child has. These are real life issues which as a healer, I have to give solutions and strengths towards.
I have had the pleasure and privilege to work closely with many doctors, male and female in various specialities. We attend conferences to brush up knowledge and keep abreast to the new technologies and discoveries, we leave family and train abroad to understand and practice our craft better, and we pay through our nose to get access to international journals and literature to help in the best healing practices. But the harsh realities of the work atmosphere have taken a toll on my generation of doctors. From poor lifestyles, underpayment, stresses of ‘ generating’ enough, lack of child care support, lack of maternity benefits(leave aside paternity rights!), the constant discussion about the junior doctors in a callous and harsh language have seen a lot of friends and colleagues who undergo the completely dehumanizing attitudes that this profession has started posing. Also, medical practice in the country is becoming more sophisticated and more machine based. Each hospital wants to boast about the latest laser machine, or latest robotic surgery or the latest high end MRI machine. The cost of these high end machines run in crores which makes a doctor completely dependent on corporate hospitals to practice the best care possible without being crores in debt. So many a times, we find even senior doctors heading the departments in corporate hospitals, fully aware of the harsh realities of the management, but shutting the eye to the issue due to no more practice options.
Every patient coming for healing has also been influenced by negative media coverage. Many patients and their relatives insult doctors. They threaten with dire consequences in case of failed treatments. I had my husband go on a night duty, once where the relative of the patient was carrying a gun in the pocket and I was praying that the patient should not succumb to the illness while he was alone on duty.  With constant news of friends beaten up by patients, doctors arrested by the police, court judgments  biased towards the patients, the stress of being not investigative to save the patient’s money but not too ‘non investigative’ to miss a rare diagnosis is a real dilemma a lot of us face in the clinics.
I have seen 50% of colleagues, associates, friends go through depression. Many silently bear it, many are on medications and many can just never heal and have become apathetic to the system.
If we have depressed doctors, we cannot expect healing touch from them. As I strive to never lose hope and stand up for what all I had dreamt from this profession, I hope some of you reading this realize that Time’s up and the time is not away where will go back to the quackery system of healing for the dearth of a new generation of doctors!
The solution has to come from the system, by the system and for the system. Till then, miles to go before I sleep!