“Papa what’s a
pole dancer?”
I choke on my
cup of coffee and take a full minute to compose myself before intelligently
replying with my trademark “Duh?!” accompanied with a couple of raised
eyebrows.
I hear the
sounds of plates falling on the kitchen floor. Apparently my wife has heard the
interesting question too.
“You and mama
were talking something about it yesterday” The young lady clarifies.
Oh that. The
latest ‘viral’ thing going about in the circle of Indian doctors these days is
a lovely piece written by Dr Roshan Radhakrishnan….all about why he would never
allow his child to become a doctor. He even goes on to mention that he wouldn’t
mind her being a pole-dancer, but never a doctor (with the little qualifier
–‘in India’)
“It’s like a
dancer who uses sticks” I fudge, like you normally would to an 8 year old. By
now reinforcement arrives in the form of my bitter-half, who changes the
channel on the ever-running TV in the background to cartoon network (from Arnab
going red in the face demanding ‘India wants to know’ something as usual) to
distract my daughter’s attention.
“Oh…I thought it
was one of those ‘badly’ dressed ‘aunties’ dancing around a pole” She innocently
returns to the more serious business of watching Oggy and the cockroaches (with
Oggy doing that irritating Shahrukh Khan accent as usual).
Both me and my
wife remain in suspended animation, mouths half open for a minute.
OK. The point is
kids these days are much smarter than we ever were. You really don’t need (or
can) tell them what to do with their life. If they are really in the mood they
may just indeed become a pole-dancer, a dacoit, a politician (in increasing
order of notoriety I guess)……or even a doctor. And you never know, 20 years
down the lane that idiot Aamir Khan might come back in Satyameva Jayate season
23 claiming that pole-dancers are the biggest scourge affecting the balanced
growth of the nation. What is important I guess is to try to give a balanced
opinion regarding your kid’s career choice…but let them decide things
ultimately…and once they do, just support them wholeheartedly.
I return to my
coffee and my wife get ready to return to the kitchen to her ‘weapons of meat
destruction’ (the menu - ‘chicken-something-something ’ apparently is something
outsourced from a Whatsapp group of her friends from medical school days who very
humbly call themselves ‘masterchefs’.....that’s a story for another day though)
“So you guys
earn less that these pole-dancer guys?” return of the motor-mouth.
Technically I
suppose that should be pole-dancer girls, but in these days of gender
equality....
Wife parks
herself back into the sofa with a helpless look, I choke again on the coffee.
“Um, well...it
depends” I say ““Most doctors make more money than most pole-dancers I think”.
The way starting
salaries are going for junior doctors in India I might have to revise that comment
though. I’d like to ask my wife how much a good pole-dancer makes, but I
suppose I would get bludgeoned on my head with a pole, so I drop the idea.
Doctors do have
a tough life….especially in the period right after their graduation. There is a
lot of work, a lot of insecurity regarding the future and very little money.
This is the period when a good percentage of doctors start wondering why the
hell they are doing what they are doing. When I was doing my internship (where you 48
hour shifts were quite common) I had to
survive on a monthly stipend of around 2000 bucks…..my friends in engineering
were by now into five figure salaries. The 2000 bucks of course would last
about half a month, after which it was something on the lines of ‘Papa..pyaar
ke naam pe kuch de de papa’ or ‘Mama, pyaar ke naam pe kuch de de mama’…..and
usually mama or papa did respond favourably to the undisguised begging ….not so
much because of the ‘pyaar’ thing, but because they wanted to get this
irritating ‘pyaar ki nishaani’ of theirs out of their hair. Pretty much the
same during the residency too….salaries were in the range of 4000 to 5000 Rs,
which could just about make ends meet (ends of course including the mandatory
weekly dinners and first day-first shows
)….and it continues even after the residency till a couple of years at least
when you finally settle down in a good hospital or get a stable private
practice going or end up in the ‘gelf’ to make money in Riyals or Dirhams (the
last one especially if you are a mallu).
“Is it easier to
be a pole-dancer or a doctor?” She seemed possessed by Arnab’s spirit.
“Every job needs
a lot of training” I answer philosophically “Doctors need to train longer and
much harder though” . Wifey seems to have a strange expression on her face. The
“I’ve given up on both of you” kind....which is quite usual in our house
anyway.
But pole-dancing
I suppose does not require an entrance test at every level where hundreds of
rats compete in a rat-kill-rat free for all. And when you do get through you
have to face a hundred assorted exams, a equal number of thick text-books and crazy examiners (exposing you to an incredibly
delightful variety of sado-masochism....the only thing common being that you
are the passive partner). At the end of all this you can’t really blame doctors
for kind of hoping to be treated with a bit more respect and of course being
paid a bit more....it is strange how people
would not mind dishing out a few thousand bucks to service their car, but an
extra hundred on the doctor’s bill is met with all kinds of nasty remarks about
the ‘greedy doctor’. Incidentally defensive
medicine is the in-thing mainly because no doctor wants to labelled as the guy
who missed a diagnosis. So they end up ordering all kinds of tests just to get
things documented....something which would normally not have been done a few
years back when patients simply trusted their doctors much more.
“So who is happier
finally? The pole-dancer or the doctor?” Seems like the lady was into her concluding
argument
“Hmmmmmm” Now
that was the most difficult question of the lot.
Happiness is
quite relative (basically I am happy even if I am in deep shit as long as the ‘other
guy’ is in deeper shit)
I finished my
MBBS in the year 2000 and in our batch of around 200 students I would say that
more than 90% are pretty happy with where they’ve reached and what they’re
doing – both in terms of professional satisfaction and financial security (at
least going by the Jaguars and Audis on display in our last reunion) and
honestly as far as job satisfaction is concerned I guess being a doctor out-scores
most other jobs (even more so if you are into teaching I guess).So yes, most
doctors are happy and most doctors do have some regrets....which is pretty much
what you get in any other profession too.
And of course
you have a higher chance of being sued, beaten up or both if you are a doctor.
I mean theoretically it would be a bit difficult to sue a pole-dancer for
negligence I guess. The beating up part is getting quite common in India these
days. I sincerely feel that martial arts should be one of the compulsory
subjects in the medical curriculum......along with communication skills. Most ‘beating
up’ incidences are usually traced to poor communication skills...but if things
get bad anyway the martial arts should come in handy. Jokes apart, doctors are
human beings and they can make mistakes. If they work under fear getting
man-handled for every mistake, quality of medical care will naturally suffer.
It’s like trying to talk to a pretty girl with your wife watching. You would
never do it properly and would anyway get a dose from your wife at the end. Doctors
need to work under better security and it is really important the ‘doctor
beaters’ are dealt with promptly and properly. We are almost scaring our next
generation into not choosing medicine even if they have a passion for it......
Actually any
wannabe doctor I suppose is quite aware of all the problems associated with
choosing a medical career. More so now, with the net and networking savvy
present generation. So in spite of all these negatives if my daughter still wants to be a doctor, so
be it …and I’ll support her in anyway I can. Besides getting into medicine is not
really like the Mumbai underworld where once you’re ‘in’
you simply cannot leave. I have quite a few friends who finished their
graduation in medicine and then moved to totally unrelated fields like business
management and even software engineering (Maybe easier said than done but basically
isn’t this what most engineers these days do?….they muddle their brain 4 years studying core engineering concepts and
then end up writing code or doing business administration).
All said and
done, we doctors will always be under a bit of extra scrutiny because
ultimately we deal with human beings...not machines, but then that is exactly
why each day in medicine is an interesting adventure in itself...because human
beings have so much of variety unlike machines.
One lil piece of
advice I would like to give to wannabe doctor is to choose your specialty
wisely. Many young doctors get that extra bit frustrated because after all this
trouble they go into a specialization without being really sure if they have an
aptitude or a passion for it and later
find that they just can’t handle things. So basically do what you have a
passion for. An old friend used to tell me that it doesn’t matter whether you are
a space scientist or a sweeper…what is
important is how well you do your job. Another thing is always make time for
your family, friends and of course yourself. Keep a hobby for stress relief,
take a vacation once in a while, read
normal books too once a while...and generally try to smile a few times each
day.
I always tell my
students that being a doctor is never going to be easy……it wasn’t meant to
be…you will always have unsatisfied patients, scratchy colleagues, irritable
bosses and Aamir Khans……but somehow every grateful patient that you treat makes
up for all these negatives. So be proud of the fact that you are a doctor…. keep healing and keep smiling (and
keep ignoring the Aamir KhansJ..they’re simply not worth it!)
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