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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Journey into the past: the medical college years: Dr. Indira Shetty

One of my friends and colleague, Dr. Indira Shetty, who lives near Bengaluru, India, has recently posted a brief account of her journey through medical studies at the Seth G.S. Medical College and K.E.M. hospital. As I was all along with her in the same batch, and we are in touch, she was kind enough to forward her write-up to me and has given me permission to reproduce this in my blog. The article written by her is, in her own words, "straight from the heart" and I must say she has well described everything from the basics to the feelings we all had. Being also a paediatrician like me, her journey has quite a lot in common with mine, though there are some differences (of course).
Here goes:
My Journey in the Field of Medicine
-        Dr. Indira Shetty, M.D. Paed. (Mumbai)
It was a languid afternoon, as I sat discussing cases with my paediatric colleagues at Srinivas Medical College, when two 4th year MBBS students trooped in requesting us to contribute an article for the college magazine.
Writing was indeed my passion but sadly over the years I had been wielding my pen only to write prescriptions. But now seeing these two bright young faces I felt inspired all over again.
So on the job, I got busy thinking of a suitable topic and I decided to pen down my journey in the field of medicine. Very recently my daughter crossed a major hurdle i.e. the 12th Board exams and around that time, like all adolescents she was at career crossroads. Her basic instinct drew her to the field of medicine, but the fierce competition made us sit up, do a reality check and explore all possible career alternatives. More the choice worse the dilemma. It was during this soul searching exercise I realized what taking up a career in medicine meant, how important it was for a student to have real aptitude for it; because becoming a doctor is a lifelong commitment and not a one night stand. Sadly quite often some children get pushed into medical college by status conscious parents to up their market value and this can spell disaster both for the individual and the society at large. During my college days the choices were limited. The human body fascinated me and I found the world of commerce humdrum. I was lucky indeed to get into the prestigious G.S. Medical College Mumbai and this is from where my journey starts.
My earliest memories of 1st MBBS are of the heavy text books, Guyton’s Physiology and Grey’s anatomy which altered as dumbbells and helped develop our biceps. I can still smell the formalin which would assail our nostrils in the anatomy lab, but soon some of us got so comfortable that we literally ate our lunch box sitting next to the corpses, especially a day before the exams. So engrossed we would be in deciphering the deadly details that we hardly realized that lying before us were once flesh and blood humans, now lying stripped and ripped so that we could dig into their vitals and learn anatomy in all its gory details. Little did we then realize that if not for those unclaimed bodies we would not have such insight about body details. Today looking back I whisper a silent prayer to all these anonymous humans who died unsung but played a stellar role in educating us.
Passing 1st MBBS was a hurdle indeed, our college set us very high standards. Despite the tough exams most of us secured the necessary grades and we marched into the 2nd MBBS. At last we got to see some real patients and we felt like doctors in the making.
Our O.P.Ds at K.E.M. Hospital, Mumbai were always teeming with patients and our wards were chocoblock with inpatients, some lying under the cots and some admitted in the corridors. And amidst all this chaos we had our grand rounds. Those rounds were grand indeed because back then we had some real stalwarts in the field of medicine who were our knowledge banks. Their rich clinical experience and acumen gathered over years of seeing patients was what no textbook could ever offer us. On the rounds we students were at the bottom of the hierarchy and above us were the interns, postgraduate resident, assistant, associate and the H.O.D. The resident doctor presenting the case would literally get vivisected by his seniors, and we students would be all ears, trying to understand the nuances of the art of medicine, how from history taking and signs and symptoms you zero down to possible differential diagnosis. A few doctors did have the virtues of Sherlock Homes, but majority were like Dr. Watson. Thanks to our teachers who made the art of medicine so fascinating. Today looking back I pay a silent tribute to those Guruji’s who felt duty bound to part with their knowledge (sad to say their tribe is fast disappearing now) and those crowded wards were our temples of learning. 

But having said that, teachers were responsible for only half our education, and the other half was contributed by the helpless under privileged patient lying on the free municipal hospital bed, who got poked, probed and palpated by numerous trainee doctors. I still remember how some patients with interesting signs and symptoms were simply not discharged on some pretext or other. Little did we realize that they too had a life back home. Tell me readers who amongst us would submit oneself to such humiliation of being exposed and palpated. I hope today’s students realize this and treat these patients with all dignity due to them. Very recently I had the sordid experience of interacting with a poor patient admitted in a well-known medical college in our city. Despite her poverty she was charged a hefty bill due to failure on her part to produce certain documents at the right time. I was wondering at the lackadaisical attitude of the social work department which is supposed to guide patients in such cases. Also the high handed manner of the doctors treating the poor patient was appalling! Wake up, dear colleagues after all it is these very patient who fill up our medical college hospital beds, so that we get the M.C.I. recognition.
Today of course the education scenario is fast changing. Especially abroad, dummy patients and virtual bodies have replaced real patients for teaching purpose. Very recently I read about a virtual liver which will replace real patient drug trials. But looking back I am eternally grateful to all those underprivileged patients who contributed to my medical skills.
Before we realized, we were out of 3rd MBBS. I was lucky to get my choice P.G. seat in pediatrics and a whole new world opened up before me. Babies you know are known to gurgle, giggle and throw a tantrum. To diagnose their ailment was a guessing game. Even to this day an infant with excessive cry baffles me. But tell you guys I have never repented taking up pediatrics. It sets your age at eighteen and you live evergreen.
Despite my years of training and M.D. degree, when I started my private practice I realized how inadequate my knowledge was. I soon realized that what makes a proper doctor is not textbook knowledge, but experience gained over years of practice. The smile on the face of the babies and the relief on the face of their parents was my report card, I passed some, I failed some and to my joy I excelled some.
Education never ceases and each day you learn something new. And then comes a phase in your life when you graduate from, being a mere physician to becoming a true healer. This is the defining moment in a doctor’s life and the experience can be very humbling. Something lights up inside you and you find that God Spark within you which connects you with your patient . I have landed myself in situations wherein a distraught mother hands over her ailing child in my arms. Her pleading eyes say that she has faith in me. I may not be adequately equipped to handle her baby, but this is where the God Spark comes to my rescue, it gives me immense courage and unknown strength, and when things turnout good, and the child heals, the joy is priceless. The smile on the baby’s face, gratitude written all over the mother’s face and the happiness you experience no Master Card can ever buy. You feel blessed. 

No doubt, medical profession comes with its share of professional hazards; the odd hour calls, the nightmarish medico-legal pitfalls; but bouquets like these that life throws your way make the brickbats seem like a small price to pay. 
Learning never ends, it’s a lifelong process and so my journey too will go on; but this article has to end. Before I pen off I would like to thank the two students who made me write this article. It helped me rediscover myself.

Thursday, August 08, 2013

An Australian expat's view of India, specifically, of Mumbai

Here is an interesting link:


Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Just a link

I travelled to Kaas Plateau in Satara, Maharashtra, in September 2011. I recently posted some pictures of this experience on Facebook. To view these pictures, go to: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.541946659202978.1073741825.181179861946328&type=1&l=73b38ff7d9

Monday, May 13, 2013

Save This Highly Endangered Bird - The Great Indian Bustard

I thought this might be a great place to plug this great video which, perhaps, may lead you to visit the web-site and sign up for taking action to protect the Great Indian Bustard. Please visit THIS page to take action. 

Read more about this amazing bird on Wikipedia

Sunday, May 05, 2013

Three, or is it four Indias?

I have been thinking about whether we have one country, or does it have images of itself in other dimensions ... socially speaking, we seem to be divided into four Indias. There is the India that we think India is ... an emerging superpower, a culturally rich country that inspires and attracts citizens from all over the world to it; then we have the India of the politicians and the rich class of citizens: they care a hoot for what the poor and the middle class are up to; they dress in Giorgio Armani, carry Louis Vuitton bags, spray themselves with Chanel 5, eat at 5-star restaurants and indulge in corruption and hoarding of money to such an extent that they consider themselves immune to any punishments or accountability; the third India we have is the one seen through the eyes of the poor: an India filled with opportunities for earning a decent livelihood, an India where one can be as educated, as literate, as learned as one wants to be, an India where there are heroes born daily - heroes who save others, heroes who salvage the environment, heroes who fight for the rights of women and children, and so on.

Finally, we have the India of media. If one watches Indian news channels from sunrise to moonrise for just one portion of one day, one may be forgiven for believing that nothing good ever happens, or will ever happen in this "rotten country". Ad nauseum they seem to go on about how this minister did this, and that bureaucrat did that. And, it's not just news reporting. They keep on showing the same clips over and over again, and the voice-over of the reporter is not the sane reporting of a seasoned journalist, but a sort of diatribe, a sort of shouting, if you will, and trying to badger anyone who has a view opposite to their own views.

Which India are you a part of? Do share your comments in the area provided at the bottom of this entry.