Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Hunting for a job in India
















         Hunting for a job in India could be a herculean affair. The trouble is not only with job givers but also with the searchers. Most of the professionals I have met are so sure about themselves and their capabilities. But what they forget is the vast availability of unemployed persons with lot more credentials. In India most working people think that if they can do their 9 hours work without much trouble it will easily be enough get them an alternate job. That was true some 30 years back. Today even an ordinary employer expects a large number of skill sets for a low level job. I was out of curiosity following the progress of a friend in job searching.
The friend is 50+ and was working as a general manager in an engineering firm. He was mainly focusing on supplies and dispatch to customers, but with some experience in production. Suddenly the company gave him notice to quit as it was not doing well. He searched the length and breath of India but could not find a suitable job. Finally when he was lucky enough to be called for an interview, he realized how difficult it was to get through. He was pushed through some 4 levels of interview and came out with flying colors. In the final interview conducted by the CEO he was asked if he had experience in dealing with labor problems. My friend said "No", but assured them he could handle any problem with his capabilities. The next remark from the CEO was that he looked too soft and how he could deal with a production environment? It is well known in India that a GM for production is expected to be a well built burly man with a handlebar mustache and a scary countenance. At that moment my friend lost all hopes as he could very well understand that they were trying to find reasons for rejecting him. Of course my friend got a different milder job after 2 months, which was not to his satisfaction, but more of a compromise.
As people work they have to improve their skill sets.It is also important to think and plan much ahead on what area and position they want to occupy in the future rather than focusing only on current capabilities.
Before joining any new job it is better to analyse if the experience will improve their profile.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Story of the reluctant Jogger

I had just then retired. While I used to go for regular walk, jogging was somewhat an anathema to me. I had participated as a sprinter in school athletics. But after employment walking was the only type of exercise I could indulge. There were physical and mental barriers too. In 1999 while climbing up the Tirupathi hill I had sudden palpitation and fainted. The doctor after relevant tests asked me to take corrective medicines and also go for walk regularly. My lack of stamina was confirmed when I underwent a tread mill test subsequently. I could withstand the test for only 2 minutes. The aftermath of the event was that I started going for walk regularly every day. There is a nice walking track near my house. I used to walk there for 45 minutes every day. I was not comfortable during walk even after a year. I had sudden feelings of faintness during the walk. During one of the walks, I felt so bad that returning to the house took double the time than usual. I felt sore over a life without hobbies. That was the time when I went on a pilgrimage to Sholingur a nearby town with a shrine on a mountaintop. The mountain is situated at a height of 600 feet, and there are steps to reach the top. I found to my chagrin that both young and old in hundreds were climbing up the hill easily. Even disabled persons were climbing by squatting and pushing themselves up. There were also few invalids who were carried on Dolis(chairs) by helpers. My heart went throbbing as I climbed the first step. After climbing hundred steps, I took rest, sitting on a nearby parapet wall as I felt uneasy. My family was waiting for me to start climbing again. I was in no mood . My family finally went climbing up to the temple. My wife who accompanied me during the climb till then also left me sitting and started climbing. I was not alone, as there were plenty of people moving around and also lot of monkeys playing around. I gained normalcy after some time but continued to take rest till all the members of the family returned after visiting the shrine. I learnt valuable lessons during the trip. One has to endure suffering alone and nobody else other than the person could endure the suffering. I took a vow to overcome the deficiency at the earliest by God’s grace and climb a hill as soon as possible. I started walking regularly for 45 minutes every day without fail from then onwards. I bought a weighing machine and started noting down my weight periodically. I also underwent a dieting routine known as “GM routine”. My weight came down marginally by one or two kgs. What was more important was that my stamina was improving. I could now walk without problem, and was feeling confident that I could climb a mountain. Soon an opportunity arose to check my state of health. I visited a Srinivasa temple on a mountain, near the town of Chengalpet. The hill was around 300 feet in height. I comfortably climbed the mountain without any difficulty, and was very happy. In the subsequent months while visiting Pune I climbed up the Sahayadri mountain to see the Karla caves. The mountain was quite steep and had many steps. I was quite comfortable while climbing and there was no adverse effect. While I was practicing walking, I did go for a bit of jogging now and then. But I could run only for a minute or so as I found my heart racing up and body sweating profusely. There were also muscle pull-ups and knee pain. I had read that jogging beyond 50 years of age was not advisable. I was not too optimistic on jogging. Few months later, a dramatic change came when I went on a visit to my son’s home in US. My son is an avid jogger. He had participated in some of the marathon races held in the part of US where he lives. If he had spare time he would spend it on jogging. He lives in the upper New York state, which is a hilly terrain surrounded by forest and hills. It is an ideal location for jogging as the traffic is less and there are plenty of roads around the mountains to run on. Even on holidays I could speak to my son only during lunch or dinner, as most of the time he was out running. I and my wife went for short walks during morning and evening. My son used to insist on my accompanying him during his running; but I was too reluctant to follow his advice. We had planned to stay with him for 4 months and were taken around to nearby places by him in the first month. While I was employed I did not have time to do even normal routines. But in US I did not know how to spend time as there was plenty of leisure time to manage. I had read activities of achievers. They persisted in their plans irrespective of hurdles on the way. But I always carried out activities in fits and jerks based on moods. I came across a suggestion that “carry out activities in small bits, but on a sure footing; Make course correction when ever needed and then continue”. I was impressed and resolved to follow the advice. On most of the days,I had leisure time after 3’o clock in afternoon. One day I started walking from my son’s house to a bridge nearly 2 miles away. The surroundings were very nice with tall trees and meadows on the way. There were very few houses. I had to climb up a bit of gradient and then descend down for a distance of 1/8th of a mile. After that it was a flat plain road, but again the road rose up nearer the bridge. Every day I walked on the route at the same time. It was tiresome initially, but the scenes around created deep interest and enduring impression. It was surely better than getting cooped up in the house. I was covering a distance of 4 miles every day. After a week my walking speed improved and leg muscles got used to the routine. The boredom I felt initially in walking alone vanished and I started enjoying the walks. The only problem was that it was summer and the heat was unbearable. I did not try jogging as I was not sure of my stamina. One day I saw an elderly person joging. He was running in a rhythmic manner, with beautiful steps. I felt ashamed and made a resolve to start running somehow. Next day during the walk, I started jogging. I would have run only for a minute or so but by then my breath became heavy and I was sweating all over. That did not deter me to give up entirely. After every 10 minutes of walk, I ran for a minute. Next day I continued jogging in between walking as I did in the previous day. The exercise continued throughout that week. For the next week I set up a target of running continuously for 5 minutes. It was a herculean affair to achieve the target. I could reach it only by the week end. But I was quite happy. In subsequent weeks I slowly increased the duration of running with lot of protests from the body. After 2 weeks I could run the full distance of 2 miles without much halts. Subsequently I was able to run the total up and down distance of 4 miles comfortably. Because of regular jogging, I lost 5kg in weight, by the time I left for India . The trick was in gradually training both body and mind to the rigorous routine of jogging. Speed of running was unimportant; but steady rhythm was much more important. I was extremely happy in achieving a new mile stone on my 60th year. I continued to run long distances even after returning to India without any adverse effects.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

If you are running the venture……

(Excerpts taken from the book “Winning” by Jack Welch ch.13 page 213) The guide lines I have just listed are directed in many ways at the executives sponsoring a new venture. But they have important applications for the venture’s actual leaders-the people running the show. Consider the first guideline, about spending on resources and people. More often than not, you will find you are not getting enough money from the mother ship, nor are you getting the best people. What do you do? Fight like hell. Get yourself in front of senior management and make your case. And work the personnel front on your own. Ferret out good candidates both inside and outside the company, and make your pitch directly to them. Just go get the best people, even if you have to throw a few elbows. Now about hoopla. You need to realize it’s a two-edged sword. You want it in order to get commitment from those above you. But when you get that commitment, it is sure to tick off your peers. In particular established businesses with fat profits absolutely hate it when little upstarts with no profits get a disproportionate amount of company resources and attention. They are certain they need more resources and would spend them more wisely than your risky little venture. Their attitude may annoy you, but the last thing you need is to have anyone in the company rooting for you to fail. Recognize that resentment toward new ventures is natural. Keep your mouth shut if it bothers you. Humility will serve you well with your peers; someday soon, you’ll need their support. Finally, about autonomy. The fact of the matter is, you are always going to want more of it than you get. The best way to get autonomy is to earn it. If you play by the rules, you’ll get your freedom soon enough. The spotlight of the company is on you. Don’t blow it by overreacting if you feel the early constraints put upon you are stifling. They are just part of the process of your “parents” letting go.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The Great Indian highway



Recently I travelled by train to Mangalore from Chennai with a marriage party. We were in a 2nd class sleeper coach, that was connected to other coaches by vestibules.

After I settled down, first part of the drama started. Several passengers entered through the vestibule from nearby coaches searching for their seats. Earlier travel was with a hard cardboard ticket; now a day it is with a computer printout /cell phone message. This results in great confusion as passengers are still not conversant with the methodology. In our coach there was confusion on seat occupancy. There were also passengers with unconfirmed reservations, who silently hunted for seats. Only person who could resolve the problem was the TTE, who was nowhere in sight. The battle of words was won temporarily by the strong while the weak had to wait for TTE’s arrival. Several passengers were also standing in narrow corridors leading to the toilets holding suitcases and beddings of all shapes and sizes. The blockage of the passage went on to such massive levels that people had to push through the wall of luggage to reach toilets. There was also a babble of loud voices in the background. People seemed garrulous and quite proud of their own voices. There were vociferous discussions, and acrimonious debates, mingled with high pitched wailing noises from babies averse to the unfriendly surroundings.

After ten minutes of the train’s departure the benign presence of the TTE could be felt. He looked like a film star as he was thronged by a mob holding proofs of journey and begging for seats. He was nonchalant and went through the job with less ado. At the end of examination some passengers were asked to go to other coaches, but still there were large numbers who were left out and who continued to haunt him.

The initial hubbub having subsided I thought mother peace would prevail with her calming effect for the rest of the trip. At that time I was not aware of my erroneous thinking. Within minutes the peace was shattered with the start of the parade of the vendors. The average Indian passenger would like all comforts of home to be replicated during a train journey also. In earlier times trains used to stop almost at every station so that buying food or beverage was not a problem. With the advent of superfast trains this convenience got curtailed. To overcome the problem a diner car was attached to the train and vestibule system was introduced. But with huge number of people travelling on the train accommodating them in the diner car posed severe problems of space. Some railway man got a brain wave which resulted in a continuous parade of vendors carrying food and beverage eliminating the need for a diner car and also fulfill commuters’ needs.

Peace would have still been ensured if only vendors moved quietly. But to impress passengers with their presence they invariably shouted with loud voices about their products and broke the silence. Most of the materials were carried by hand in big open boxes and not by trolleys. The passage was so narrow that only one person could walk at a time, preventing the use of trolleys. If someone wanted to buy, a cup of coffee, the vendor placed the big can of coffee on the nearest vacant seat to pour out the drink. People sitting around had to be careful as the hot drum suddenly came in contact with their bodies and coffee got sprayed on to their dresses. The occupant of the seat on which the coffee can was kept at times got quite a shock when he returned as the can invariably leaked and left a circular mark of the highly staining liquid on the seat. Most of the people were unaware of the damage done to their seats and their bottoms get drenched without their knowledge. Nobody seemed to bother and everything was carried out as a matter of routine.

As I was observing the proceedings, a person from our group left for the toilet, and a passerby quietly occupied the seat. When I asked him to vacate he said that he would do so when the original occupant returned. A chaotic atmosphere akin to a bazaar prevailed all over the compartment. Perhaps I was the only person who felt out of place, everybody else looked as though they thoroughly enjoyed the scenario. Casual atmosphere prevailed allover to such an extent that there was no question of privacy. There was no distinction between people known and unknown. There was a thorough mix up. Heated discussions on various topics were going on among some of our party members. Some of the strangers were keenly observing the proceedings and would have merrily butted in if given the opportunity.

Slowly the night was creeping in but there was no abatement of activities. There was a program of “Antharakshi” (singing popular film songs) going on nearby. People were piled up in that small place; more of observers than participants. Loud music was pouring out and one was forced to listen without choice. Wherever the train stopped, there was an inflow of passengers searching for vacant seats. Since the Antharakshi was going on and people had gone to observe, most of the seats were vacant. Every new passenger tried to occupy a vacant seat and some of us had to keep a constant vigil to keep the seats intact.

After some time, vendors started parading with the night dinner and the passage got crowded for a long time. By the time we went to sleep it was nearly half past ten. I occupied the upper most berth which was a vantage point to observe the passage. The lights were switched off but after midnight I suddenly woke up to find a stranger sitting with number of luggage on the passage. Only after much persuasion he could be forced to move out.

In the morning, I woke up from a good slumber after hearing the loud voice of a tea vendor. There was crowd at latrines and wash basins and it took a long time of waiting to finish activities. Finally we reached our destination of Mangalore without any further mishap.

I realized in the end that the passage in the train was similar to “The Great Indian highway” described by Rudyard Kipling in his famous novel “Kim”; which was always crowded with its own characters and its own activities.



Monday, August 13, 2012

Luggage in those days

For an average Indian train journey was a must in those days. Lack of roads and automobiles were the main reason. I am talking about 50 years back. Only in major cities there was some semblance of public transport system. Towns and minor cities mostly had bullock carts and Jutkas (Horse drawn carts). Preparation for any train journey used to be an elaborate affair. Journey to another place meant a stay of minimum 15 days as frequent journeys were avoided in those days. This forced the traveler to carry as many things as he will need for a long stay. Buying things needed in a new place was avoided as there were no general stores or super markets in those days.

Once you arrived at the railway station usually one to two hours before departure, you could find the platform filled up with various luggage pieces. A steel trunk was a must in those days. It was a large piece made of sheet metal and weighing on its own around 2 to 5 kg. The normal size would be 3'x1.5'x1'. The other piece invariably was a 'Hold all'. It was a typical Indian contraption, originally introduced by Europeans as a sleeping bag.  It would be in a roll and could assume any diameter based on its contents. It was introduced mainly as there was no provision of bedding for night journeys by the railways. But the ingenuous Indians extended its use. My mother always carried a 'Hold all' with her during journey to our native town for vacation. My sisters and I used to accompany her. We never used it for sleeping purpose. Once we get in to train it would be put up on the luggage rack. Mother would pull out some sheets and pillows from it during night and again roll it back. I used to wonder what  its real use was? Once I decided to find out the truth. When we got back home after vacation I waited to see the "Hold all" opened up. To my surprise I found it was packed to the hilt with pappads, food grains, snacks dresses etc. Then only truth dawned on me. 'Hold all" was used as a kit bag to carry all excess luggage.

The most important item that accompanied all travelers in south India was called Kooja. It was actually a brass vessel with a lid and a handle to carry. It would have been the size of a thermos flask but short in height and wide in the middle. Every family in the train will have one with them. It would be normally filled with drinking water which is a must during travel in India. Potable water availability was a problem in most of the railway stations. In big stations or junctions Kooja would be used for getting water from a vendor. The other main use was to get coffee. Coffee is a must for South Indians. In fact they live on coffee through out the day. The main job of men during travel was to get steaming coffee from platform vendors. Kooja was used for getting the coffee. There used to be a small cup inside the Kooja called 'Lotta' which served the purpose of distributing the drink to various family members.

How to carry the luggage? Porters were the only means. The trunk box and 'Hold all'  jam packed and weighing a lot were not at all user friendly and the use of a porter at the station was inevitable. As there were no standard rates for carrying luggage it would involve lot of negotiation before a porter would agree.  One could reach home only after 2 to 3 hours.

People made fewer journeys in those days. But journeys were packed with unforgettable experiences. 

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Indian Apathy

It is unbelievable for anybody else but for Indians. Anywhere you go in India you can see the unbelievable amount of patience and tolerance exercised by the Public.


On the other day I went to the Egmore railway station to drop my daughter. I have not visited the place for the last 5 years or so. While there were people everywhere a normal feature in any Indian locality, there was chaos inside and outside the station. To buy a platform ticket I had to walk through the long front corridor of the station. It was filled with people; children and adults squatting on the floor in a very unclean surrounding. What happened to the administration of the place one wonders? The stone walls erected during the British rule were smudged and covered with dirt and grime. Papers and waste were strewn all over the place. The issue counter for the platform ticket is almost at the end of the building and takes quite a bit of walking.

More surprises awaited me as I entered the platform. Plastic bags and waste material were dumped on the rails on most of the lines. No one seem to care or concerned about cleaning the place; neither the railway authorities nor the public. If Railways cannot do it why can't a voluntary organization help? There are very few dustbins visible on the platforms and the best place to dump waste seems to be the underground rails. I also noticed sewer water getting collected as cess pools on the rails in some of the lines.

It is unbelievable!!! I don't have better words to describe the Indian apathy!







Sunday, October 2, 2011

Going to a doctor!


Visiting a medical practitioner was quite an experience 50 years ago. We used to call them doctors in India, which we continue to do so even now. There were mainly 2 categories then- degree holders (MBBS) and diploma holders (LMP). For all minor ailments like fever, boils, indigestion etc the best bet was the LMP. LMPs were quick in diagnosing and prescribing medicines due to their profound experience. LMPs were proficient in all round activities; consultation, surgery and also specialist role at times. There were less postgraduates and specialists in those days.

Doctors used to visit homes of patients especially the wealthy and middle class during evenings. They also attended 24hours during emergencies.

Doctors visited patients in their cars or 2 wheelers and carried patent brown coloured leather bags fully packed with instruments and medicines. It was customary to receive a doctor at the gate and carry the bag for him.

Bulk of the people went to Government hospitals followed by private clinics. Clinics were more utilitarian with one or two wooden benches for the waiting patients and either an inside closed room or a screened partition for consultation. Usually a dispensary was attached to the clinic with a “compounder” for preparing and issuing medicines in liquid form called as “Mixture”.

Almost all doctors in those days adopted the same standard procedure for, examining the patients. The first one was to check the pulse. Next thing done was listening to the various sounds made in the chest cavity with the help of a stethoscope. We as children simply loved the cold button of the instrument when kept on the chest and the back. When we were asked to breathe in and breathe out with force, we either spat out or coughed; as we were unaware of the process of deep breathing.

The most difficult task was holding the thermometer in the mouth without biting it. While the adults managed with little effort, children always found it quite difficult. After the lapse of an unbearable amount of time the doctor would slowly extract the thermometer and try hard to read the mercury. The doctor most of the time found it difficult to read. As a cross check he would place his palm on the forehead or neck of the patient.

The next set of observations were; pumping the stomach with hand for any pain; checking of glands on the neck; checking the throat with mouth wide open with the aid of a torchlight; Pulling the lower eyelid down to check for anemic condition. It was compulsory to register the weight by using a weighing machine provided in a corner of the clinic. Children used to make liberal use of it. The physical examination was the most time consuming part of the entire consultation.Doctors had to rely on symptoms and physical examination in those days, as against plethora of analytical methods available today.

Finally before prescribing the medicines there used to be a “Viva Voce” with the patient. The most asked questions were:
• Any headache? How is the throat? What food you ate in the morning? Normal motion?

In a typical Indian family answers would be provided by every one around except the patient. Invariably my mother used to accompany me to doctor till I reached the age of 15. She used to answer all the questions of the doctor. The other practice was a bunch of patients from the same family would visit the doctor together. This practice was more due to the joint family system prevailing at that time. This was also an ingenuous way of paying only a single consultancy fee in some cases.

Before prescribing the medicines the doctor would ask “Do you need an injection?” Parents controlled their children with the threat of injection if they misbehaved. Children were always averse to this process as the method inflicted lot of pain. But adults had different view. Injections were less costly as compared to medicines and were found more effective than mixtures, powders and tablets. One doctor did confide to my father that he had to give saline water injections to some of his patients as otherwise they felt that the doctor was useless.

The advent of the wonder drugs was yet to take place, and the strongest medicines were based on Sulfa or Penicillin. Most of the fevers were treated with mixtures, which were combination of medicinal powders in a dissolving liquid medium. There were also some doctors who prescribed powders. But due to its bitter taste, everyone including adults shunned the powder. Hence the need for the mixture arose, which was easier to swallow and contained slight sugar. Also mixtures did not produce side effects but took longer time to cure. The compounder attached to the dispensary prepared the mixtures based on doctor’s instructions. Mixtures were in multifarious colours. We children had preference on colours. I used to resist drinking the rose mixture, which was pink in colour but bitter in taste. There was also a dark green mixture, which tasted better. I resisted drinking the rose mixture but my mother used a trick to make me drink. She would offer to give me a spoonful of sugar if I opened my mouth. She would put the sugar in the mouth followed with the rose mixture in quick succession.

Mixtures and tablets were prescribed usually for 2 days only. Patients had to visit the clinic after 2 days and again check with the doctor for further treatment. Even a simple fever entailed absence from school or work for a week. Doctors in those days believed in giving total rest to the body and prevent outside exposure. They were also great believers in nourishment and advised consumption of fruits, fruit juices, Horlicks and fruits. I have not seen any doctor advising in similar lines today.

There were very few doctors who opted for a blood test in those days. Probable reasons were lack of enough labs and also of analysts. Most of the fevers were allowed to have their run for more than a weak. The only precaution taken was to prevent the fever from reaching high by applying wet cloth over the forehead. An attendant would sit by the side of the patient and apply the wet cloth usually dipped in water mixed with Odicologne at frequent intervals. Liberal use of pain balms and eucalyptus oil on the forehead was also another method widely practiced to reduce headaches during high fever. Cases of people getting in to coma and passing out were also frequent. But compared to today the patients were kept in airy and clean rooms. They were isolated from other inmates of the house as for as possible. Greater attention was paid on diets and fruits were given regularly to patients as part of their recovery programme.

As for as children were concerned a great hurdle they have to cross during childhood was the Tonsils operation. India was a hot bed of throat infections in those days as the environment was highly polluted and there was no protected water supply. There was no sanitizing of vessels carrying water and unclean hands were dipped often in to water containers. While children went after Ice creams, which were a novelty in those days, the preparation was through unhygienic process. Ice creams were bought from street vendors who peddled the ware in hand carts. The Ice cream man often dipped freely his sweat and grime covered hand in to the thermos flask and take out Ice cream sticks.

The first thing the doctor did in cases of sore throat of children was to check for inflammation of the Tonsils. He would swipe the Tonsils with iodine dipped cotton swab with the help of a stick. If the trouble persisted for a long time doctors usually went for the removal of Tonsils. Nobody took care in controlling the cause. In those days most of the children around 10 years of age had their tonsils removed. The importance of Tonsils as a trap for infections was understood much later and the injurious surgery was aborted.

Another external medical practice, widely followed was “enema”. Constipation was a prevalent nuisance in those days as there was absolutely no control over quality and amount of food consumed. Any dinner was bound to have minimum 3 courses with combination of hot, sweet and oily dishes mixed liberally with Ghee (clarified butter). There were many brands of Laxatives available in the market. The newspapers carried regular advertisements on these brands. It was customary in the Indian households to give a dose of Castor oil once in a month to children so that their intestinal track was thoroughly cleaned.

If a doctor found laxatives ineffective he immediately recommended the “enema” process. There was no need for the doctor or a well-trained person to carry out the process. Most of the people in that period had experience. In our house my uncle used to help my grandfather several times in a year with the “enema” apparatus.

Apart from the use of western medicines large scale use of home remedies, and Ayurveda medicines were also prevalent. Faith cure was also another process which was mostly resorted to by the poor. I am intending to write on these practices separately.

To bring out a comparison of treatment between yesteryear and now, I would like to describe a recent experience. I had a swelling on the tip of my middle finger on the left hand, which was causing lot of pain and persisted for more than 4 days. I went to the out patient ward of a hospital nearby. The consulting doctor there asked me to see the surgeon in the ground floor as I might require an operation. The P.A. to the surgeon told me to get registered as an outpatient in their office. It took another half an hour to complete the process and I had to pay Rs.300 for consultation and registration fees.

The surgeon after checking and asking me many questions on my health, like BP and sugar levels asked me to wait at the OP ward where the surgery would take place. I was injected with a local anesthesia on the finger, which had absolutely no effect. When the swelling was operated the pain was terrible and intolerable. After resting me for another half an hour and giving an Anti tetanus injection I was asked to go home and come for dressing the next day. I had to pay Rs.700 to wards medicines, operation and service charges before I left the place. I had 2 more dressings on consecutive days, which entailed additional expense of Rs.150.

I still remember the operation I had when I was around 8 years of age. I had a boil on my leg, due to an infection. The doctor who did the operation was a lady with a LMP diploma. She never told me that she was going to operate before hand. She just applied few drops of disinfectant on the skin around and was talking about some household affair to my mother standing by my side. Suddenly she pierced the boil with a swift stroke of a knife which she had kept hidden in her hand and pressed hard the boil with her fingers. All the puss and blood inside spurted out. I had a flash of acute pain but it was gone in a jiffy after she applied little sulfa powder over the wound and bandaged. My mother paid the usual consultation fee of Rs.10.

Going to a doctor surely was much more pleasant in those bygone years as compared to the present jet age. While cures are faster today, the process involves lot more procedures, medical tests, expensive medicines and hefty doctor fees. The role of a general practitioner has got reduced significantly and even for minor ailments the specialist has to be consulted. The practice of doctors visiting patients at their homes has come to a stop excepting for the very rich. Today’s doctors cannot function without costly equipments like ECG, scanners and x-ray machines, which are available only in a hospital. The prognosis on patients is based on analytical reports rather than on physical observation as was done in olden days.