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I have seen so many sick people throughout my MBBS and now during my residency. Have seen many dying. But have never seen something deadly like COVID19, taking lives of many whom I have talked to, whom I have known for sometime, whom I never expect to die so young. While taking my rounds in ICU last night, one of the patients asked for my phone to talk to his daughter. After talking, he told that she is an intern at a nearby college. She was on duty there. And here he is fighting for his life on 100 percent BiPAP ventilation. The next patient was a 25 year old young guy.
When did we last apologise to a victim of sexual offence, for not being able to protect her from being acted upon violently, perhaps in a bus, roadside or any other public space? When did we make a legal and/or psychiatric counselor available to her from the time of reporting the crime? Maybe we should answer easy questions first. When did we last sensitise the police, public and doctor to have a sensitive attitude? When did we last confirm that the reporting of crime and its treatment is not equally or more painful than the crime?
The experience is worth a share for being a Dean of an institute like AIIMS, Bhopal was something I had not comprehended despite all the thought I gave before I consented to accept. It was the 6th year of the Institute and I remained Dean till its 8th year. Many friends were surprised when I agreed to accept this assignment. To me the Institute is a philosophy, a vision, a dream. I knew that I will be here for a limited time and the Institute feels immortal.
Our society and culture discourage women to excel and move ahead professionally. It takes me years to understand but I am thankful that I finally can. Having grown in a relatively evolved family, thankfully with no brothers, I felt I had not seen discrimination for women. Retrospectively I realize it was 'conditioning' or 'normalizing' which made me feel so. We normalize everything. Girls must stay indoors, love dressing up, play with dolls, smile often, cook well, be docile, predictable, safety-oriented, and not be fun-loving. I wonder why.
The thing about small towns and places is the repetitiveness of their daily life. Growing up, I remember these short periods of power outage by the government which used to be at a different time every week. It was the time my family would pluck their eyes off the television and gather in the courtyard to sit back and chit-chat.
It is never going to be easy to explore such writing in my life. I am sure this would not just test the reader’s emotional range wide band of emotional radiation, it may also helps you obtain better understanding about the thoughts and dreams that could alter your reality. This write up speaks about the summary of a wonderful father, sensible guiding soul, optimistic butterfly which always takes its kit and kin towards betterment who reached eternality. There is no fiction involved to make the reader indulge in the collection of events.