f you ever ask any teenager that what would he like to be when s/he grows up? In most of the cases the answer you receive will not diversify from “Doctor”. Doctors, engineers, teachers, pilots, chartered accountants etcetera are some of those personalities that are highly venerated and admired not only in this part of world rather all over the globe. And for that reason, intelligent and studious youngsters always submit their day in day out efforts to chase such dreamy positions.
Tacitly, you’ll agree with me that at this juncture these spirited young souls make a vow to serve their countrymen whole heartily (with no cupidity of crispy-currency-notes). But when they step into the practical world, their vows might not get upturned initially; nevertheless, they must get ‘staggered’ with the passage of time. And usually once there comes a moment when these vows prove to be spineless.
It was raining cats and dogs outside and inside she was crying with pain unremittingly. Sixty five years of age, my granny had not eaten any thing for last four days. Whatever she was given, was vomited by her at once. The hide and seek of electricity was adding fuel to fire. The clock was striking 5 of the morning and granny’s condition was going to be severer. Before it could happen out of control I rushed towards the nearest hospital of my house.
The department which I was referred in the hospital was crammed with patients. And unfortunately there was not a single doctor to examine the poor sufferers. When I inquired the nurse, she replied, “Doctor sahib was bit busy in a meeting. He’s just coming within five minutes”. Fifteen minutes passed and there wasn’t any symptom of the doctor nearby. I myself headed towards the staff room now. And as I entered the room, to my wit’s end, the lights were switched off and the ‘Doctor Sahib’, the personality devoted towards humanity, was snoring just beside the soothing warmth of a heater.
The grave level of my despondency made me crest fallen at the time when after initial check up of granny I came across that the equipment of the hospital wasn’t good enough to operate the patient. I was all at sea now. The only option I was left with at this bloodcurdling moment was the hospital that was considered to be the most expensive one of the city. “How would I shell out the bulky fee of the doctors out there? Would I be able to meet the expenses of the hospital or…?” These interrogations kept on roving somewhere in my mind incessantly. But regardless to all these alarms, I rushed to that hospital (rather I had to rush).
In this private hospital, the competent doctor and his staff were paradigm of knowledge and sophistication. They examined granny quite proficiently and within a day she started recovering her health. The next morning after seeing the tranquil and smiling face of my Nano (granny) I was overwhelmed. And after three days, when the hospital authorities approved the discharge slip of the patient, I took the breath of relief and prostrated in front of Almighty Allah thousands of time. But as soon as I was handed over the bill of the hospital, I was struck with astonishment once again. “Rs. 30000 only, Sir”, the voice of the recipient sounded like a thunderclap. “Thirty thousand of just three days!” I responded astonishingly. “Sir, it is a private hospital and that too of a standard. People pay more than Rs.100000 of one day and you are roaring over thirty only”, the recipient replied smilingly.
It’s not an appropriate time to confer how we managed to meet the bill but I was absolutely shocked at this particular incident. As compare to that government hospital this private one was utterly different. These two hospitals, their staff, their doctors and even their patients were the poles apart. One was the earth and the other was the sky. In first, doctors were as lazy as a snail and in other as active as you could imagine. In first disorderliness was crossing all the boundaries and in other there wasn’t any limit of neatness. Both were meant for human beings. Both were legally responsible to serve ‘humanity’. But shockingly there was the big difference of ‘class’. You can only avail good medical facilities only if you have bundles of money to feed the doctors and their staff. On other hand if you are financially pathetic, don’t expect much… As the vows often prove to be spineless, really… I have experienced!