As far as I am concerned, I was always taught by my parents never to lie or hide anything from your Doctor/Lawyer/Chartered Accountant as they make or break your life. Trust me it has always worked for me and I am sure many of you agree to it. Out of the three professionals mentioned above I believe Doctor is the most important one as we often relate him to GOD yes I mean the Almighty. Now the question is why do we do that?? Well simply because its ‘The Doctor’ who brings us to life in this real world from our mother’s womb. Not just that there are so many times in our lives that we get into a critical condition wherein only the ‘The Doctor’ saves us and brings us to life yet again. Hence, if I am not wrong after God, ‘The Doctor’ is the one who really saves us in times of despair. Well, then what did my dear friend Atul do wrong if he did the same when he took his dad to one of the most renowned doctor in the country to save his dad’s life. Not only did Atul confide but also followed each and every instruction religiously given by ‘The Doctor’. I remember Atul telling people how excellent ‘The Doctor’ was at his work and he also went on blabbing the credentials of ‘The Doctor’ as if he was hired for his advertisement. Once, I got really bugged up and asked Atul if he had taken the job of a PR with ‘The Doctor’ as he had nothing else but to praise him all day long. I cant believe Atul replied to me this “Nikhil Bhai(Brother), unless and until you have faith in ‘The Doctor’ you are getting you're treatment done from you cant get cured as its like having faith in GOD,if you have it you are always a winner.” And, I thought maybe he is right, maybe that’s the way it works and I like a fool keep thanking the technology and science for my cure every time.
But,This time I was right as to your shock & horror, whatever you read in the paragraph above turned out to be completely FALSE as ‘The Doctor’ he sung praises for turned out to be Money Hungry QUACK who would trade anybody’s life without a wink as all he ever needed was money. Yes, That’s true and as my friend suffered dearly because of ‘The Doctor’ , I come forward to save each one of you to go through the same kind of pain and humiliation. But if I share the incident myself then it wont do justice as I want you people to hear it from the Victim himself. Here is a first person account of the sufferings my friend Atul went through written by himself :
Hi Everybody ,
I've been honoured and blessed with friends like Nikhil. I've always been a happy go lucky guy enjoying life in my own cocoon. Since I live in a cocoon I'd like to give you people a dwell into my pathetic and otherwise boring life. People and circumstances have been more or less favourable,but the problem arises when you meet people who don't fall into your periphery of thought but I always thought it would've been good if I'd been more fateful to follow my own path I was a science student and like all the parents. My parents wanted me to be a doctor;engineer or any white colour job but as hopes are held high , dreams are drained down the gutter. By fate I had to enter my business because of my dad's illness a few years back. He was diagnosed with high and fluctuating blood sugar levels. Things still fell into place as I started off good in my business. My dad had to rest but like all stubborn dad’s he never bothered to as he started going on tours. All was going well till last year as his health deteriorated and his body became weak and he started having a problem in breathing. Soon he was diagnosed with a problem in the heart and he was also diagnosed with CVS( cardio vascular stroke) We suffered hard times and everybody stood by us. He soon recovered from paralysis and underwent angioplasty at Indraprastha Apollo hospital. He came out a winner but his heart pumping rate was as low as 14% (normal range 45% to 75%) Dr.Balbir Singh who did the surgery foretold us that he'd be needing a BI-VENTRICLE PACEMAKER implantation to recover completely. Till the time he doesn't he wont be able to lead a normal life. Everybody advised us not to go for a surgery again as my dad's body weight was very low and his body extremely weak that even I didn't consider pushing him back into the hospital bed. I was scared like a kid is at the time his result. But it sure wasn't the time to act like one. As, surgery was not an option I started enquiring about cardio physicians who would try to improve his health and heart pumping rate with the help of medicines..I came to know about one highly reputed doctor NAME WITHHELD. You know why the name cannot be let out so easily. Just because of this hypocrite system of ours. Yes I know we have the RIGHT TO SPEECH. But I’ll have to have a proof before I can a point a finger at him. Since, I've been denied to use my right freely I feel I should help you guys exercise your RIGHT TO INFORMATION and also fulfil my social duty to inform everyone in this Country to beware of such doctor’s. Anyways as this doctor doesn't have any name. We'll call him DICKY.
So Dicky's folio boasts of the following...MBBS, MD, FNCCP,FCCP, FICA (NY), FACA (USA) and what not. If you look at his prescription then you will notice that there is hardly any space to write anything as its filled with his
fellowships and degrees and achievements etc. Anybody would be impressed and I being a complete idiot & alien to the medical world fell for it.. You guys know why I typed fell in italics, because that's the exact word you use for an animal who falls after being hunted down or trapped. Dicky does both the trick with ease as he traps people and being a cardio physician shoots them in the heart. And the vulnerable medically uneducated poor people even pay him for that. Like all these people I was also looking for a safer way to escape and expected a miracle. I wanted Mr.Dicky to be that miracle guy for my dad. His patients list is longer than his degree list. We hurriedly took an appointment and reached there somehow. 2:30pm was our allotted time. We reached there by 2:45pm.The view was breathtaking. There were over hundred people waiting for him. But DICKY had not arrived. The waiting room for heart patients wasn't impressive at all. No AC,No cleanliness not even an arrangement for basic things like water. But the place was high on entertainment factor. There were two jokers who sat on the reception table who wrote down appointments and arranged the papers. While doing so they cracked jokes on the heart patients and there attendants waiting for their turn to come. For some vague reason everybody gulped down the humiliation because all they needed were a few minutes with DICKY who they thought would save their life. As soon as he arrived his two jokers went inside his chamber to provide him the papers. And they started the process. I was shocked to see that people who had their first meeting with Dicky were called on priority basis than the regulars despite the time allotted. I thought this was a great thing as there were some people who were first timers and needed treatment like my dad. Very soon we were called upon in Dicky’s chamber.His very first words.. "KYA UMAR HAI AAPKI ? (What’s Your Age?)" He asked my dad. My dad replied "FORTY EIGHT“ and then suddenly he started speaking in English with some stupid and funny accent. He started instructing him to lie down on the examining table. Since my dad is not well versed in English so he couldn't understand a word. Dad looked at me for help. But as soon as I opened my mouth DICKY shouted at me. And told me to shut up and these were his humiliating words to my dad - "JAB ANGREZI BOLNI NAHI AATI TO KYU BOLTE HO(When you cant speak in English then why do you even try?). SEEDHE SEEDHE ADTAALIS NAHI BOL SAKTE THE(Couldn't you have simply said 48 in Hindi instead). MAIN 7 SAAL ENGLAND ME RAHA HU(I stayed in England for 7 years). WAHAN KISI HARAMZADE NE HUMSE HINDI ME BAAT NAHI KI(Nobody talked to us in Hindi over there). PAR TUM YAHA KAALE ANGREZ BANKAR APNI MATR BHASHA CHHOR KE UNKI ANGREZI BOLTE HO? SHARM AANI CHAHIYE!"(But you over here you try to imitate British's and avoid your own mother tongue and speak English instead. You should be ashamed of yourself). Me and my dad were startled by the sudden humiliation and attack. Let me tell you his prescription his name plate , every signboard in his office was in ENGLISH. Call it irony or hypocrisy. Anyways, He examined my dad after that and being an attendant I tried to tell him the prior medications, surgery and treatments my dad's been through. He again told me to shut up and didn't listen but Somehow he came to know all this. And after examining he showed us the dream we always wanted to dream. He told us in his military harsh voice,"DO YOU WANNA GET HEALTHY AND NOT UNDERGO A SURGERY?" Our obvious choice was a Yes. "IF YOU HAVE THE WILL POWER, YOU'LL BE FINE WITHIN MONTHS" he promised. But he prescribed us the medicines after some tests were performed. He refused to see any prior reports. That was fine with us. He told us to meet his jokers for the tests. They told us 5 tests that'd cost us about Rs.50,000 which were to be performed at labs referred by him in extreme four ends of Delhi. And told us to meet them with reports after two days. Because the tests would take take two days. Well nonetheless we did the needful. And reached Mr.Dicky on time after two days as asked. I was surprised to see every new fellow patient with the same test's reports. But every one's problem was different. Anyways it didn't bother me much because I was blinded by the trust for Mr.Dicky and all I needed was his miraculous prescription. He prescribed some medicines which were so rarely available in Delhi. But were easily available at stores near Mr.Dicky's clinic and cost Rs.4000 every month. We followed his instructions blindly and religiously took his medicines which he made us follow for 3 months. But about a month later Mr.Dicky 80+ of age didn’t feel ashamed to experiment and test his age old knowledge on my dad. He increased dad's medicines from 12 tabs to 24 tabs a day. And told him to cut down water intake and stop salt intake in hot summer months.3 days without water and 3 gulps of water daily for a heart patient are like 3 days of hell. On the 4th day which happened to be a Sunday my dad's body gave up, his face went red and he trembled and fell down on the ground . I panicked and my mum started crying. Fortunately I had GTN SPRAY PEN with me. Which stops a heart attack/failure. I hurriedly sprayed it twice in my dad's mouth. He didn't breathe for at least 40secs. He was drenched in sweat as he jumped back into life. As soon as I figured out what had happened I called Mr.Dicky to ask for some help and assistance. Mr.Dicky being a complete nuisance didn't pick my calls for 6 times as it was a Sunday.
But a doctor is a public servant and must respond with responsibility. 7th time he did pick up the call. and as I told him what has happened to my dad. He said "how do you know your dad had an attack or what? Are you a doctor?" I reminded him of the emergency and told him to suggest some immediate relief and it wasn't the appropriate time to
discuss my if I am medically fit to certain if it was a heart attack/failure. But instead Mr.Dicky took it as disrespect and told us to take the patient to the nearest hospital and said “I CAN'T DO ANYTHING“ as his lifesaving words. Wonder why I call them life saving words. Because these were the words which acted as the last nail in
Mr.Dicky’s COFFIN. And our left over trust in him shattered.We immediately rushed dad to Apollo. Where he was given proper medications and was immediately admitted to undergo that pacemaker surgery.The operation went successful and he was discharged within days. Now he's recovering just fine.Mr.Dicky's rapport in Apollo is of a QUACK As quoted by a senior doctor there but if we think about it, Mr. Dicky certainly doesn't have a hunger for fame as he's received two national honours. And as i told you about his degrees and fellowships He must also have some knowledge because I think when we increase our knowledge it increases our sense of responsibility and DICKY has plenty of it then what makes him a QUACK Lets just have a look for synonyms of a QUACK -Counterfeit, imposter. FRAUD??? Yes that’s the word he absolutely fits the bill here, there’s just one thing that's driving him in this age - MONEY my friends. The the root cause of all evil.
This is how it works with him : 100s of people visit him daily 40% of which are new patients, he sits at 3 places daily and if we roughly calculate his earnings from his consultation only we get figures as big as Rs.3 lacs daily and the tests he suggests to everybody costing approx Rs.50,000. Seeing his hunger for money we can say that he must have his 25% share in the tests which makes his daily income jump up to 6-7 lacs daily. Picture this a doctor who earns as big as this doesn’t even have an AC or a Water dispenser for his patients in the waiting room. Can’t say if he’s doctor or not but he surely is a businessman or a politician or a money hungry monster trading lives for his lust for money.
It’s for You guys to decide..
Now that you have read the post, I would request you people to come forward and share your own incidents so that we can save other’s from falling in the same trap as we did. It’s time for us to stand against the evil practices that have been going on our country since always. Please send in your story at any of my ID from the Contact Me page. Lets fight against the Quacks and eradicate them from the society.
Quote of the Day:
“Doctors are the same as lawyers; the only difference is that lawyers merely rob you, whereas doctors rob you and kill you too.”- Anton Chekhov
