And Perth is ours!
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Did I hear another round of "Chakk de" chants? With a rather heavy Sydney on the back, Perth was always supposed to be India's tombstone. Nobody thought we could draw it, leave alone winning it, but then we did what we are best at - we love surprising statistics. It doesn't come as a shock that most of the records have India alongside, we have maximum records by us and against us.
As Reliance IPO made a world record by garnering highest ever moolah by IPO comes a mega bumper , Kumble's boys gave Australia what they gave them five years back, a halt to their world record campaign. India is home!
Labels: Experiences
posted by Jas @ 3:40 PM,
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And I caught up with my dentist
Monday, January 14, 2008
Today I finally went to a dentist. I have been trying from last one year to bring myself to have faith in a dentist in the place I live. Many times have I walked away from the clinics, telling myself I will find a better one or I will get myself checked once I go home. None came, staying home for more than fortnight was out of question given the schedule and finding a better dentist had the same faith issue.
My mother is from the medical background, and in childhood going to a doctor was a family affair. Dad would drive and mom would sit on the front seat. I would lie down on the back seat of our FIAT Premier Padmini (ya, I used to be kid in that era of that car). The staff would know mom as a norm rather than an exception, and my parents would enter the doctor's room once he was done with the current patient. My parents would sit on the cane chairs placed in front of doctor and I would sit on that revolving "Hey! patient here" chair of galvanized steel. A typical scene that you would see in a government hospital/dispensary. Doctor would know my medical, family and educational history. He would ask how many marks I got in last exams. There would be tea for my parents and juice for me! That was what it all used to be, all laced with care and affection I was laced with for being sick.
Staying outside, its very different. I am just another patient for the doctor, I get only few minutes to appraise him/her about the symptoms and I never found them really willing to check elaborately. A minute or two and they will pick pen and get busy on their pads. Best was when I got sick in Delhi with pain in quite low in back, which came out to be a kidney stone. Every doc was more than willing to operate, one won the 'contract'. After paying about INR 55,000 when I went back home; our doctor gave a wonderful news - the operation wasn't needed at all! And never again I visited a Delhi doctor for any major ailment.
Finally I got the courage and went today, but it was quiet a silent affair. No tete-a-tete, no tea, no recognition, it was a plain commercial contract we performed. There was no one to ask me what he diagnosed or what all medicines he gave. Boy! Am a self supported adult now! (pun intended) He gave me a list having toothpaste, mouthwash and a gel to buy. On buying I couldn't help wondering at the coincidence - all were Dr Reddy's products! Am supposed to use them and come back two weeks later.
Ah, and so I caught uo with my dentist.
Photo Credits:
www.gii.in
www.seered.co.uk
My mother is from the medical background, and in childhood going to a doctor was a family affair. Dad would drive and mom would sit on the front seat. I would lie down on the back seat of our FIAT Premier Padmini (ya, I used to be kid in that era of that car). The staff would know mom as a norm rather than an exception, and my parents would enter the doctor's room once he was done with the current patient. My parents would sit on the cane chairs placed in front of doctor and I would sit on that revolving "Hey! patient here" chair of galvanized steel. A typical scene that you would see in a government hospital/dispensary. Doctor would know my medical, family and educational history. He would ask how many marks I got in last exams. There would be tea for my parents and juice for me! That was what it all used to be, all laced with care and affection I was laced with for being sick.
Staying outside, its very different. I am just another patient for the doctor, I get only few minutes to appraise him/her about the symptoms and I never found them really willing to check elaborately. A minute or two and they will pick pen and get busy on their pads. Best was when I got sick in Delhi with pain in quite low in back, which came out to be a kidney stone. Every doc was more than willing to operate, one won the 'contract'. After paying about INR 55,000 when I went back home; our doctor gave a wonderful news - the operation wasn't needed at all! And never again I visited a Delhi doctor for any major ailment.Finally I got the courage and went today, but it was quiet a silent affair. No tete-a-tete, no tea, no recognition, it was a plain commercial contract we performed. There was no one to ask me what he diagnosed or what all medicines he gave. Boy! Am a self supported adult now! (pun intended) He gave me a list having toothpaste, mouthwash and a gel to buy. On buying I couldn't help wondering at the coincidence - all were Dr Reddy's products! Am supposed to use them and come back two weeks later.
Ah, and so I caught uo with my dentist.
Photo Credits:
www.gii.in
www.seered.co.uk
Labels: Experiences, Philosophy
posted by Jas @ 2:03 AM,
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