Skip to main content

Profession or Commerce?

Doctors and teachers, once held in the highest esteem for their service to society, have become the new mercenaries in India. Both these noble professions have been demeaned by the current breed of money hungry medical and academic practitioners today.

In India, teaching, particularly in schools, is not the preferred profession of the brightest academics. Instead people take it up for the weirdest of reasons. Women have a tradition of preferring this profession for the convenience of timings and vacations. For others, it is often the last career option, after being rejected in the selection rounds of other, more preferred, corporate or administrative positions. So we have a situation in which most school teachers are either frustrated wannabe scientists or historians, mathematicians or linguists. Since teaching is not their first love, how can they withstand its rigours and challenges?

Most teachers are an over-burdened lot, with 40-50 students to manage in one class. So compassion and sympathy goes out of the nearest window. Students who don't conform, or who learn at a different pace, are the easiest targets of the anger and frustration of unwilling, overburdened teachers. By terrorizing them with threats and prejudiced treatment, teachers try to make them toe the line. And also pay them for extra tuition for what should normally be covered in school.

Daniel Goleman, the renowned emotional wellness expert, has stressed the need for caring and compassionate classrooms as the need of the hour. Forget caring, most average school teachers do not show the minimum affection or understanding for students lagging behind. And we still have horror stories of corporal punishment coming in.

While teachers can be still exonerated for poor salaries and lack of growth opportunities, no such concession can be made for the mercenaries who go by the name of doctors. From prescribing unnecessary medication in order to favour pharma companies, to taking 'cuts' from diagnostic centres, from browbeating patients into getting admitted to expensive hospitals, to recommending the costliest of treatments, they do it all in the name of medical assistance. No scruples or consideration shown towards either the patient or his/her kin, they go on merrily filling their own coffers and those of the ';medical centres' they are attached with.

Shocking cases of negligence come pouring in when one starts discussing the lapses of even well-known doctors. The unholy nexus of multi-national pharma companies and doctors ensures that all sorts of 'specialists' make a scapegoat out of the ailing without batting an eyelid. What do you say about the hand that heals when it becomes the hand that steals?

Will we ever be able to restore these two professions to their former glory? I have my doubts......

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Guru Dutt - Legacy of an Overlooked Genius

"Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaae to Kya Hai:" This heartfelt anguish was literally personified by film maker and actor extraordinaire - Guru Dutt, whose birth centenary happens to be tomorrow (July 9).  Maestro or Failed Genius? All his life, he strove to depict his vision, his dreams on celluloid. Yet, even as he strove for success, for renown, he was a bit of a recluse, a black sheep himself. It was as if he wanted to challenge the language of popular cinema by being within the format, from the inside. His women had brains, taxi drivers and masseurs were philosophers, sex workers pined for spiritual ecstasy, and friendships blossomed between unlikely people. Common people on the street spoke wiser logic than academics or high-nosed editors. The topics of the films may seem dated now, but the eternal truths voiced in them remain relevant.   His films were distinctly different from other popular Hindi films. They had all the commercial elements of song, dance, comedy, romanc...

Does Mother Mary Really Come? You bet!

Prolific writer-activist-thinker Arundhati Roy's memoir, an ode to her mother's formidable personality, is cleverly titled, Mother Mary Comes to Me. Below the title is a picture of young Roy nonchalantly smoking a bidi. Irreverence, thy name is Arundhati Roy! At 372 pages, it is a tome, a sweeping saga that recollects both her mother's remarkable life, as well as her own. Is it a Memoir? Yes and no. Though the book title refers to their mother-daughter relationship, the book - at several junctures treats each one of them as independent and exclusive from one another. In fact, for a good part, her mother finds no mention at all, and the reader is engrossed reading about Roy's exploits and struggles through Architecture College, early attempts to find her vocation and calling, her dabbling with cinema, acting, scriptwriting; her romantic liaisons with the luscious JC, Sanjay, Pradeep et al. A life as extraordinary and unapologetic as Arundhati's mesmerizes in itself. ...

The Sadness Within Us

A curious phenomenon has taken place over the years. Technology has advanced in leaps, modern medicine has become far more effective, we can control pain and disease far better, mental health is getting due attention, there are more avenues for creativity and entertainment.  Yet.... We are no longer able to be really happy. We are a chronically unhappy people. Forever dissatisfied, never content. Always thinking about the past or the future, never enjoying the moment. Think about it. When was the last time you were really, truly, wholly happy? Blissful, joyful? You slog hard at office, get that deserved raise/promotion, party hard to celebrate, and yet at the end of the day, a hollowness creeps in. An emptiness, a feeling of futility. You have a grand wedding - its the stuff Instagram dreams are made of. Your sweetheart looks like a million bucks with the latest designer lehenga, you yourself are spruced up, your family and friends are beaming, the event is going on swimmingly. Yet...