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Doctors Are Not Licensed Killers.

India - Gurgaon - Doctors perform surgery in a state of the art operating theatre in the Medicity

By Ankush Kumar,

The doctor was sitting in his chamber heckled by the turn of events. He sat with his trusted friends and well wishers as the cops went about discharging their duties. About an hour back I had received a call from him informing me in a terrified voice that his life is in danger and the hospital is being vandalized. I rushed from my office to his place, in the mean time the entire police and administration network was activated to ensure the doctor’s safety.

This man has achieved heights which lesser mortals only dream of. He has been the Indian medical association president, he has been the president of the urological society of India, is currently serving member of the World Medical council, has received accolades from various nation’s ministries and governments. Dr. Kumar has been one of the most successful and endearing personalities Bihar has produced. To see him like that was heart wrenching.

Earlier in the morning he went about performing a tough case. Several other doctors rejected a patient before he reached his hands. The doctor informed the relatives that it’s a very tough case and chances of survival are bleak. They still put faith on the man’s reputation and forced him to perform the operation. The doctor heeded to their voice and conducted a successful surgery where he removed the tumor.

The patient met his relatives and was all happy. Fifteen minutes later though the patient suffered a cardiac arrest and died. The relatives in a fit of rage thrashed the doctors and their team and vandalized the entire hospital.

The brother of the deceased came in and threatened him with big names and told him of the legal consequences. Dr. Kumar patiently listened to all the things that was being said. The cops had arrived by then and as usual they too sided with the victim.

The press arrived in no time and started debating the entire incident and in a total one-sided way pronounced the doctor guilty as the man chose to remain silent during this entire procedure. When the authorities started pressurizing him he broke his silence and vented out his frustration. This act gave us the signal to start taking action.

Just because we chose to remain quiet it did not indicate we were wrong or weak. Within seconds of us making a few random calls to people concerned the senior officers realized they were dealing with a highly reputed man and started to backtrack slowly. We followed the entire legal procedures, did everything that was fair, we did feel sorry for the fact that a life was lost.

But at the end of the day we need to realize that no doctor likes to see a patient dying. Our prayers are for the dead but its time relatives of patients understand they are Doctors and not licensed killers.

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Resurrection

A short story by Joybrato Dutta

Her closed eyes revealed my deceit. Her sealed lips gave testimony to my crime. Her still body made my heart pound faster, as she lay naked, beside me in a motel room. This wasn’t an act of love, nor of lust. It was vengeance, served on the rocks.

The clock struck 12:05 AM. 2013 had begun. Humans survived the scare of 2012, but humanity had ended six months ago when she dumped my best friend.

sleeping-pillsI was on my way home when I got a call from the hospital. The voice on the other end said Rohan had tried to commit suicide. He took an overdose of sleeping pills. The guy who complained about my smoking and drinking habits had figured out a way to outrun me in the race towards death.

He was in the ICU, but thankfully the doctor said he would survive. Doctors are bad storytellers. They are so engrossed in making us look at the brighter side that they don’t delve into the factors that led to the calamity. But I desperately needed answers. Just then I saw Rohan’s sister running towards me. She hugged me and wept profusely. Even before I could ask, she narrated the entire story. Shreya had dumped Rohan the night before. That’s not all, she spread the word that she did so because Rohan was a pervert and all he wanted was sex. Apparently she was a woman who didn’t believe in premarital sex. A principle I would otherwise respect, but sounds crap when stated by a woman who had the reputation of being a floozy.

And now she lay before me. Sleeping so peacefully. No trace of remorse. I wish I could wake her up and scream in her ears that perverts don’t try to commit suicide because they couldn’t sleep with one particular woman. Perverts don’t turn addicts when they get dumped. But, in a few hours she would learn the true definition of pervert and to the extent a pervert can go to get what he wants.

The effect of Roofies would last a few more hours. That foolish bitch shouldn’t have agreed to meet me. I told her I wanted to discuss Rohan’s condition. She bought it. Spiking her drink was easy. Waiting for her to wake up is the difficult part.

I walked up to a pile of dvds between which I had neatly placed a camera. Roman Polanski, a filmmaker whose movies often portrayed the immorality of a woman.   Wouldn’t he be proud of me if he knew I had used his movie’s dvd to hide the camera. Today I had fulfilled a promise I made to myself six months back. I avenged Rohan’s degradation before the end of 2012.

I loitered across the room but my gaze never left her face. Just then I chanced upon her purse. I ended 2012 by fulfilling my resolution and now I had the opportunity to discover the sacred ingredients of a woman’s purse. In the realm of beauty products I found a piece of paper neatly folded. It was her medical report. Six months back she had tested positive for AIDS.

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