Today,August 20,2007,its exactly 2 months 3 days my fans have been relieved of reading or readers have been saved of the pain of reading the all that trash that they end up reading here.
Anyway,who cares if my writings are appealing to the masses or meant for elite socialites or for no one?
Well,with every blog post the flowering seems to be a season close by as the cactus feels unwinded and more accessible to sa-meme!
My father had been keeping unwell for a while in the past week. The reason as usual are his very rigorous work schedules and no care for his own health.I completely adore his zest and zeal to work at 65,but 65 it is,not by any chance 25! Perhaps,someday some angel or a nymph explains to him the importance of relaxation and persuades him to hold conviction (willingly) in the same.
However,that's not what is to be scrutinized.
Here's a day in a patient's life and his acquiantance with the "hospital" hostile and inhospitable procedures which completely part him impatience nevertheless.
At 10 a.m, we enter The S.L.R hospital in Bombay,a huge looby with the typical pungent aroma of phynyl which welcomed us right at the flush door of a steep sloped entry ramp.The reception guy told us to take the lift to 3rd floor to visit the consultant.
It seemed a picture perfect and we had almost started planning for the later part of the day in our minds..........until??!!!***
Unaware of the schedule (in actual) for the next three hours I along with my 65 &1/2 year dad moved into the lift.After we reached to the third floor,I asked my father to sit in the waiting lounge so that the cactus could show off with a few of the PR skills.
The guy just pointed out to a vestibulic area where the doctor's consulting room was and it was only after 5-7 minutes that the wardboy outside the chamber informed me that the doctor had not arrived.Adding to the magnificient information he said that in case we were into the hospital for the first time we needed to file our information at the main desk or the doors to the chamber would allow us to see the "karigari" on the external side only!
So,we paraded ouside where again we were told to march to the medical officer's room ( we spent atleast 2 hours outside in the aisle marching,pacing,and contemplating answers to why we were persuaded to do all this?).Finally,the doors allowed us to peep into the officer's chamber where he was more interested in talking of the bush than the thorn that we wanted to uproot so badly.After a spate of irrelevant questions from the oldman we were permitted to draw the required papers for the file.
Then we were forced to move into the medical officer's room once again and he continued with his non-sense blabber for atleast 15 minutes!!
Fortunately,the consultant was someone we knew for a long haul and atleast he showed some consideration for the time and age of my father.
After we said bye to Mr.Doc We thought that someone else should be victimsed to such an effort and time over run. I went to the counter and requested the guy to put up a procedure board to avoid chaos.
Voila! he replied in a monotonous tone,no less than a sarkari babu that "tumko koi problem hai to incharge ko bolo"
(if you have a problem,go and tell the incharge about it).I had nothing to say at all.The incharge was out for a lunch date since 11 am in the morning!
I understand that it was not within his paid scope of duties to answer any of my querries regarding the procedures or to grant my request.But,we do know what weI have read years ago in our civics text book that all Indians have a right to seek information.
Which and from whom does one seek information in such reticience filled environment?
Is being human being very aristocratic or expecting human and considerate treatment in return to the taxes (if thats what its equated to now) wrong?
just give it a genuine thought: what happens to those who are routine visitors to hospitals and cannot afford to go to private chambers?
Their financial debts are always on the rising curve,Emotionally,they are in debts too.
Can no one be a little nice and co-operative to them?
Anyway,just to be very time conscious we would like to bring to your attention that it was 1.30 p.m!
Systematization is not a one day job,nor is it one man's show.Howsoever,the success of any system lies in the user interface and ease in doing the same.Installation is merely a task,the true measure of application is its usability and suitability.
Can we not develop a little more user friendly system?
Brit Brats have given us a wonderful word in return of "kohinoor" and thats Sorry!
Sorry has become an answer to all questions landing our state in a soup as well.
60 years is a pretty long time of independent existence and yet we are drowning in boats of alien brooding culture and practices.If one were to use the word,one would say that for the sorry state of inhuman,inconsiderate practices,for the sorry state of inheritance that generations to come shall pass on to the future and call it Indian...
Sorry to the word sorry instead!Let us try to be more human,considerate and tolerant towards each other.
TFC
Anyway,who cares if my writings are appealing to the masses or meant for elite socialites or for no one?
Well,with every blog post the flowering seems to be a season close by as the cactus feels unwinded and more accessible to sa-meme!
My father had been keeping unwell for a while in the past week. The reason as usual are his very rigorous work schedules and no care for his own health.I completely adore his zest and zeal to work at 65,but 65 it is,not by any chance 25! Perhaps,someday some angel or a nymph explains to him the importance of relaxation and persuades him to hold conviction (willingly) in the same.
However,that's not what is to be scrutinized.
Here's a day in a patient's life and his acquiantance with the "hospital" hostile and inhospitable procedures which completely part him impatience nevertheless.
At 10 a.m, we enter The S.L.R hospital in Bombay,a huge looby with the typical pungent aroma of phynyl which welcomed us right at the flush door of a steep sloped entry ramp.The reception guy told us to take the lift to 3rd floor to visit the consultant.
It seemed a picture perfect and we had almost started planning for the later part of the day in our minds..........until??!!!***
Unaware of the schedule (in actual) for the next three hours I along with my 65 &1/2 year dad moved into the lift.After we reached to the third floor,I asked my father to sit in the waiting lounge so that the cactus could show off with a few of the PR skills.
The guy just pointed out to a vestibulic area where the doctor's consulting room was and it was only after 5-7 minutes that the wardboy outside the chamber informed me that the doctor had not arrived.Adding to the magnificient information he said that in case we were into the hospital for the first time we needed to file our information at the main desk or the doors to the chamber would allow us to see the "karigari" on the external side only!
So,we paraded ouside where again we were told to march to the medical officer's room ( we spent atleast 2 hours outside in the aisle marching,pacing,and contemplating answers to why we were persuaded to do all this?).Finally,the doors allowed us to peep into the officer's chamber where he was more interested in talking of the bush than the thorn that we wanted to uproot so badly.After a spate of irrelevant questions from the oldman we were permitted to draw the required papers for the file.
Then we were forced to move into the medical officer's room once again and he continued with his non-sense blabber for atleast 15 minutes!!
Fortunately,the consultant was someone we knew for a long haul and atleast he showed some consideration for the time and age of my father.
After we said bye to Mr.Doc We thought that someone else should be victimsed to such an effort and time over run. I went to the counter and requested the guy to put up a procedure board to avoid chaos.
Voila! he replied in a monotonous tone,no less than a sarkari babu that "tumko koi problem hai to incharge ko bolo"
(if you have a problem,go and tell the incharge about it).I had nothing to say at all.The incharge was out for a lunch date since 11 am in the morning!
I understand that it was not within his paid scope of duties to answer any of my querries regarding the procedures or to grant my request.But,we do know what weI have read years ago in our civics text book that all Indians have a right to seek information.
Which and from whom does one seek information in such reticience filled environment?
Is being human being very aristocratic or expecting human and considerate treatment in return to the taxes (if thats what its equated to now) wrong?
just give it a genuine thought: what happens to those who are routine visitors to hospitals and cannot afford to go to private chambers?
Their financial debts are always on the rising curve,Emotionally,they are in debts too.
Can no one be a little nice and co-operative to them?
Anyway,just to be very time conscious we would like to bring to your attention that it was 1.30 p.m!
Systematization is not a one day job,nor is it one man's show.Howsoever,the success of any system lies in the user interface and ease in doing the same.Installation is merely a task,the true measure of application is its usability and suitability.
Can we not develop a little more user friendly system?
Brit Brats have given us a wonderful word in return of "kohinoor" and thats Sorry!
Sorry has become an answer to all questions landing our state in a soup as well.
60 years is a pretty long time of independent existence and yet we are drowning in boats of alien brooding culture and practices.If one were to use the word,one would say that for the sorry state of inhuman,inconsiderate practices,for the sorry state of inheritance that generations to come shall pass on to the future and call it Indian...
Sorry to the word sorry instead!Let us try to be more human,considerate and tolerant towards each other.
TFC
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