infinite Infinity

INFINITE INFINITY

By Mukesh Sharma

Home of innumerable,

Galaxies, planets, stars.

Exists everywhere,

No beginning, no end there.

Countless black holes that,

Sucks all with stealth.

Even get lost,

In it's bottomless depth.

All pervasive present,

No past, no future.

Unthinkably farthest far,

Amazingly numbing near.

Time ages all,

Consumes all.

It engulf time too,

With no wherewithal.

Light can't measure,

Speed of mana(mind) fails.

Beyond dark matter,

No trail  traced.

No death, no birth,

A calm continuity.

Man calls it,

Infinite Infinity.

Beware of deadly ‘MY’

Beware of Deadly ‘MY’

MY of Daughter-in-law divides family. MY of Caste divides the people. MY of Religion divides society. MY of Country divides Humanity. . . . A bitter truth about life 

 Born with ‘my’, man struggles for his ‘my’ through all his living years and at the end of day, the ghost of 'my' leaves the body of man only in crematorium or burial ground

By Mukesh Sharma

 

My is a bridge through which a man/woman crosses over the ever streaming river of society to reach the subject/object of happiness. What food is to body, happiness is to mind. Happiness is a relative emotion that essentially emanates from inseparable in-built ‘my’ of oneself. Comparatively, stronger my gives happiness and weaker my leads to jealousy and sorrow. Happiness attached to material object is ephemeral as every material thing has its age. Through the journey of life, the object/subject of happiness keep changing until the bitter end. This ‘my’ is indeed deadly 

This compulsive ‘My’ is born with one’s birth – my mom, my dad, my brother, my sister and so on. 'My’ grows with age ; its circumference continues to get larger and larger –  from my bottle, my balloon to my school, my class, my teacher, my bus when one enters the primary school with the ‘bag’ of 'my.'

Beware of deadly ‘MY’

 Further, when ‘My’ studies at secondary school. It catches roots in the soil of self-assertion and individuality. Here ‘My’ becomes choosy; it develops unexplained likes and dislikes. And with the development of secondary characteristics – moustache, beard in boys and breast in girls, My graviates  towards opposite sex. No escape from natural instinct.

 Obsession strengthens My. Insinuation strengthens the desires. At this juncture, he-My falls in love with the she-My. Both struggles to claim on each other. Both become possessive. Their relation is usually described by well coined phrase ‘My girlfriend/My boyfriend not recognized by any socially recognized nomenclature particularly, in Indian society.

 With the advent of youth, dreams and goals add new dimension to My. Both he-My and she-My, part ways, in the most of cases, for the fulfilment of dreams, realization of goals. Of course, the crush continues to last. Unfulfilled desires are stronger than fulfilled ones. Notwith standing, compromise is the buzzword for the successful life.

So with the heavy baggage of dreams, lucky My move into college/university. Honored with degrees, few opt to look after family business, a few manage to get lucrative jobs in MNC and blessed ones clear the govt exams and become ‘respected' government servants –  good job security, timely good salary , no accountability and chances of handsome ‘earning’ through bribes and cuts if one gets appointed in wet departments. 

In this shuffle of life, hundred of thousands fall wayside and end up as a fodder for the private limited companies particularly in India. However, with the blessings of deity of luck, working hard in providentially given favorable circumstances, a few shine like stars on the horizon and are known as Sunder Pichai, Neeraj Chopra, Gautam Adani, Amitabh Bachchan, Narendra Modi and so on. The blessed are born with silver spoon but majority of successful people acquire silver spoon by dint of hard work and perseverance.

 Anyway, lets come back to commoners' journey of My. As a suitor, a young successful man wishes to marry a woman of his dream. Lucky few run into such partners during journey of life and for the others parents launch intensive search as if they can write the destiny of their son/daughter. Ceaseless efforts eventually zero in on prospective daughter in law/son in law. Marriage is solemnized and celebrated with all pomp and show to stoke the envy of relatives/friends. Both groom’s family and bride’s family do their best to their respective capacities and status. Both have ‘great expectations’ . 

Keeping fingers crossed, Grooms family wishes that ‘Bahu' ( daughter-in-law) will respect and care for all the elders and youngers; give new strength to family relations, mix up like sugar in milk and become the part of family sharing happiness and sorrow. In turn Bride’s family also wishes that their ‘princess’ will become Queen of their son-in-law; she will get all the respect and love of all the members. After all, she has to carry forward the lineage of the family.

 But at this juncture, the dictum –  man proposes, God disposes appears to register its strong presence, particularly, where ‘bahu’ has to live in a joint family – Saas (mother-in-law), Sasur (father-in-law) and unmarried Devar (brother-in-law), leave aside separated and settled married ‘Nand’ (sister-in-law) married Jeth and Jethanis (brother-in law and sister-in-law).

 Surprisingly enough statistics reveal that in majority of cases, in so called joint families, ‘Bahu’ the Queen of her hubby without uttering a word, declares herself the Queen of the family, the Monarch living on her own terms, desiring undisputable submission to her free will/dictat. Though in the big suitcase of My of Bahu which is already packed with my mother, my father, my brother and my sister, she manages to make some space in the corner to put up her wedded husband, but no space for the other members of the family of in law’s house.

 Research reveals that the fake comparison is the weapon used by 'Bahu' to demean and discredit 'Saas', 'Sasur,' and other members. “I have never used sarson oil, we use only desi ghee to cook vegetables; we use brown sugar only; we use liquid soap to bathe in my parent house; we have maids to make food, and  to do other household chores. I don’t know how to cook food, I use branded things only and blah blah. . ." usual jibes used by Bahu braggingly, and such petty things are made issue with ulterior motives. Bahu doesn't become part of the family , she makes family her part instead. And these are the grounds of grudges in most of the households. She may have done all the chores in her parents' house but here in law’s house, she behaves like a Queen giving order to her 'retinues'. Nothing to do with the middle class saving and survival theory. Her ‘My’ includes only her husband and her sexy bed room. No admission without permission.

 The poor parents of Bahu’s husband all of a sudden feel that 'Saas' is no longer the Woman of House, Sasur is no longer Man of the House. The law which is heavily loaded in favor ‘Bahu’ make them to suffer silently. Even the darling son of hapless parents who was brought up like a prince and was given the best,  dances to the tune of his wife –  rules are made on bed during night and the most men surrender to women’s will. Eventually, joint family is disintegrated. The unfortunate parents perforce to leave house and  trudge their way to some Old Care homes. ‘Virtue has its own reward? This is the common story in hundreds of Household. And story doesn't end here. Bahu, in turn, also falls victims of 'my' of her own Bahu when she becomes old enough to become a Saas. Tit for tat.

Senior citizens population in India is around 8.6 percent as per 2011 census. The HelpAge India says old homes are on the rise in India.

 This deadly My is a silent and somber enemy of mankind on this earth. ‘My’ religion leads to massacre; My caste leads to feud and honor killings; My country leads to war. This ‘My’ has divided man; divided families; divided societies, divided countries. No doubt one day this My will make the human extinct from the earth and destroy the god’s earth without trace.

 Born with ‘my’, man struggles for his ‘my’ through all his living years and at the end of day, the ghost of 'my' leaves the body of man only in crematorium or burial ground.

 Beware of this deadly My!

 Sexual Autonomy

A woman is like a book – alluring cover page, prodding prologue, comforting contents, chivalrous chapters, euphoric epilogue and a banging back blurb. What she needs is a ‘voracious’ reader

By Mukesh Sharma

Right of self-government, autonomy, sovereignty etc. are the high-pitched words from the dictionary of politics. What amuses this blogger is the recently coined phrase “sexual autonomy” by the Hon’ble ‘milords’ of one of the High Courts.

 

As usual, reacting to the ‘prolific’ petition, Sir Oracle has made a reasoned observation that the brazen violation of sacrosanct sexual autonomy of women even within so-called wedlock is tantamount to ‘marital rape’ and the victim has all the rights to sue her duly wedded husband for the cognizable offense – demanding unquestioning obedience from the wife is a crime. Surprisingly enough, equating a wife with a sex worker, yet another High Court remarks: “can a wife be put on a lower pedestal than a sex worker who has the right to say no at any stage.”

 

Surrendered Sexual Autonomy

Though this blogger’s, comparatively, poor intellect is no match to grandiloquent rhetorical reasons of Your Lordship which are often couched in long sententious sentences legally punctuated usually beyond the comprehension of an ordinary soul, this writer seeks to make a humble submission with all the due respect and reverence.

 

Are men and women really able to have full control or have “sexual autonomy” on the territory of their respective bodies, once they are sexually charged, once they are aroused, and once all the erogenous zone are activated?

 

Are the terrestrial territory and sexual territory not poles apart? As is obvious that the former can be guarded with gun-toting guys – encroachers, intruders or aliens without valid ‘Visa and Passport’ are never welcome. And latter, on the contrary, is pretentiously protected during daylight with the clothes on, sanctions of society, and fear of law. However in the event of availability of risk-free ‘opportunity even a ‘gate crasher’ is welcomed. Sexual autonomy is too weak to ward off any ‘attack’ by saucy seducer or seductress. With a healthy sexual appetite, all men and women are naked and afraid of love till the arrival of the ‘opportune time.’

 

TOI editorial dated 15.1.2022

As far as man’s sexual autonomy is concerned, he doesn’t like to guard it. Even proverbial rishi Vishwamitra would love to lose it (sexual autonomy) for a killer Maneka. Though the man shrewdly pretends to guard it with tacit complicity, particularly, where there is no opportunity to let any intruder (woman) violate it, once there is an opportunity he throws open all the gates of sexual territory for a seductress selectively. Opportunity gives rise to thoughts, thoughts give rise to desires, and desires lead to action. Most men/women are saints by daylight and Satan in the dark.

 

Interestingly enough, even the security of the sexual territory of women is not foolproof. The border is porous. The boundary wall is low. Moreover, she too doesn’t like to guard it fully. After the age of consent, she is also ready to open all the portals for a deserving suitor.

A woman is like a book – an alluring cover page, prodding prologue, comforting contents, chivalrous chapters, euphoric epilogue, and a banging back blurb. What she needs is a ‘voracious’ reader.

 

The coy, calm, comfortable, and civilized woman may turn out to be the most clamorous and clumsy on the bed. Once aroused, she wants to engulf man like a hydra. A volcano is silenced only after the lava is split out. Most of the manly men are dejectedly defeated by the ‘she-devil’ on the bed. The ocean can’t be covered with a bedsheet. The gravitational pull of the black hole is so intense that the poor man like a midget is sucked into the vast whirlpool – it’s like a free fall from space. Even death can’t deter him. Once the moonwalk is over, a man falls on the earth.

 

A man is welcomed, like a long-awaited guest into the ‘castle’ during the moment of Elysian action – a divine bliss of heaven. As soon as ‘ammunition’ is exhausted and guns are dismounted, man is forced to dispose the courted ‘castle’. And the sexual autonomy is ruefully restored.

 

Furthermore, marriage is nothing but a celebration of coitus. The institution of marriage is popular for, it provides maximum opportunities to have sex with minimum fear. Sex is a natural necessary act between man and woman where both enjoy heavenly pleasure, where a taker is a giver and a giver is a taker, and where the unbridled consent flows freely in favorable circumstances and situations when two adults with dying ‘hunger’ fling on the bed.

 

To be honest, this blogger has intuitive apprehension that a fair trial can be conducted by Your Lordship in this intricate matter of SEX  – all know it, feel it, experience it generation after generation but none can claim to have mastered it –  a divine providence -  nature may be the creation of God but sex essentially is its driving force.

 

Bridging the Gaps

Bridging gaps after gaps makes one move to more and more congenial circumstances one after the other, and eventually one realizes one’s dream, and achieves one’s goal

By Mukesh Sharma

 

Up in the endless expanse of the universe, all the planets and stars exist in their respective places assigned by Mother Nature with discernible gaps. Down on the earth, giant mountains steadfastly stand with deep depressions. Even in human world, each man is born at a distinctive place with challenging gaps. To man, progress lies in bridging the gaps after gaps – each crest is followed by trough, each piece of knowledge is preceded by the chunk of ignorance and each answer is led by hordes of questions. Progress is an endless journey through gong buoy and gaps.

 

Bridging the Gap

Ancient rishis, Mahavira, and Buddha taught the world to bridge the gap between man and God through spirituality.

 

Albert Einstein made his best efforts to bridge gaps between earth and celestial bodies through his ‘theory of relativity; Stephen Hawkins tried his level best to bridge gaps with his well-reasoned hypothesis of ‘big bang theory’ and ‘black holes’.

 

With the acquired knowledge and material advancement, man landed on moon decades ago. The rover is already treading on the Mars. The Parker solar Probe has reached near the ever blazing Sun and incredibly touched its magnetic field. Bridging the gaps after gaps further, man, no doubt, can dream to travel faster than light, find out ‘another’ earth and eventually knock at the ‘gate of God’s abode one day.

 

By Human scale, particularly, in human society, the journey to coveted success begins with self – bridging gaps between conscience, conscious mind and subconscious mind and thus become a monolithic self to move further. The majority of people are born as  commoners but by bridging gaps after gaps through life, they become men/women of great stature.

 

Despite his humble origin, Narendra Damodardas Modi has also struggled a lot to bridge gaps after gaps in his life – from a tea vendor to school, from school to adolescent, from adolescent to RSS, from RSS to BJP, from BJP to common people at large and today he is the Hon’ble Prime Minister of India.

 

Undoubtedly, man is born in a circumstances surrounded by many gaps. Bridging gaps after gaps lead one to another better circumstances. Further the new circumstances also come with many gaps. Bridging gaps after gaps makes one move to more and more congenial circumstances one after the other and eventually one realizes ones dream and achieves one’s goal. It is like a climb on the ladder where each rung up the ladder is preceded by a gap and down succeeded by a gap. Thus an upwardly mobile, rung after rung reaches the roof top.

 

So, to start with bridge the gap between yourself and ego, and thus become one strong self. Further, Bridge gaps with people around – relatives, neighbor, friends and even unknown people with due respect and humility. One never knows whom one might need in what circumstances. Even Bhagwan Ram had to seek the help of Simians.

 

Success is nothing but an art of bridging gaps within and outside, building bridges and their proper maintenances.

 

The Lightless Diwali

 

The Lightless Diwali

Morning begins with posting of already many times forwarded message with pics of diyas and sweet to all friends far or near. Devoid of true spirit, the messages are dumped like garbage

By Mukesh Sharma. 

Gone are the days when the much-awaited and talked about Diwali was a festival of shine and serenity, fanfare and feast, cuisine and costumes, gay and gaiety, clamor and crackers and light and lustre.

All the households would be cleaned out and white-washed signifying the wiping out the ego and jealousy, and white washing the ‘mistakes’ with forgive and forget spirit. Deity of Hanuman would be worshipped in the morning and the offerings of mashed puri and batasha would be distributed in the neighborhood. Home cooked dainty dishes would be made – no use of tawa (hotplate) for the next few days.

 

  Digital sweets with no aroma and taste

Attired in best clothes, kids, women, and men would visit one another’s houses in the evening and exchange wishes and sweets. Overexcited kids would place earthen lamps on the parapet and wait anxiously for the fireworks after Lakshmi poojan (worship).

In fact, Diwali was a festival of collective celebration promoting social bonhomie. Irrespective of caste, creed, and religion, it was a pure festival of light – the light of fellow feelings, light of amity and comity, and the light of mutual love and respect all over.

 

Lightless Digital green Diwali

Unfortunately, now that divine Diwali has been replaced with deranging DIGITAL DIWALI. Morning begins with posting of already many times forwarded message with pics of diyas and sweet to all friends far or near. Devoid of true spirit, the messages are dumped like garbage. The relatives with sick ego seldom make first move even in posting messages. They often wait for other’s message and then respond selectively. No personal call and no personal visit. However, parents of married off daughters do visit with gifts and blessings, if their daughters are in the same city.

What pains this blogger to observe that over the years, Diwali has also become a business in this shop-keeping society – give and take – just hollow words empty of meanings. 

Netas use Diwali to shore up their pro-Hindu image and show off their secular credentials. Though high ranking government officials, particularly, in vet departments and ministries enjoy freebies all the year, they receive fabulous gifts on Diwali from the well-known vested interest for the reason best known to them only. To a commoner, Diwali is customary and compulsory occasion to buy material happiness within manageable reach, for each member of the family. To a household maid, Diwali is an occasion of expectation for a better ‘pot-luck’. To street children, it is an occasion for hope  for stomach-full of food with some sweet received from some good Samaritan and generous souls.

On the above, to our learned 'milords' Diwali is said to be a "stupid" festival of deadly noise pollution, light pollution, and environmental pollution.

This new digital Diwali doesn’t dispel the darkness of ego, greed, wrath, envy, gluttony, lust and sloth. On the contrary, it gives shelter to all the seven deadly sins. Diwali has become lightless like a city plunged into darkness after the 'power failure'.

Is Sunday Really a Holiday?

 

Is Sunday Really a Holiday?

There is no Sunday for an anxious young girl preoccupied with possibilities and their possible results going on her first date; no Sunday for curious young man rife with speculations for an opportunity to encroach on the forbidden 'territory' of a young girlfriend

By Mukesh Sharma

 

To a common man, Sunday is the most awaited day after a week-long tussle of life, particularly, in the context of India; it is like an oasis in the endless desert of drudgery; it is rejoiced as an OFF DAY in the most parts of the world. With relentless rolling of the wheel of the TIME, Sunday falls after seven days on the human almanac. The working class, euphemistically, marks Sunday as the King of days. But a few pertinent questions do trickle the mind of this blogger. Is Sunday the same for all the people? Is it really a holiday?

Scratching scrutiny reveals that there is no Sunday for a wishful wife;  no Sunday for a harnessed husband; no Sunday for pitiable parents struggling to give their kids the best.

There is no Sunday for the minion milkman; no Sunday for the vegetable vendor; no Sunday for the nursing newspaper vendor; no Sunday for diligent daily wage earners.

There is no Sunday for the always functional farmers; no sunday for lower rung officials and constables in police scouting streets day and night with nobody to pat their back for good work; no Sunday for sentinel-soldiers guarding the border under extreme weather conditions on treacherous terrain and territory.

There is no Sunday for an anxious young girl preoccupied with possibilities and their possible results, going on her first date; no Sunday for curious young man rife with speculations for an opportunity to encroach on the forbidden 'territory' of a young girlfriend.

There is no Sunday for a streetwalker waiting for a right customer who would pay the full price of her modesty and dignity; no Sunday for rag pickers out with a sack on the shoulder to pick plastic stuff from the heap of garbage; no Sunday for the street beggars set on a begging spree at assigned red lights of the city.

There is no Sunday for the prying Pride, garrulous Greed, wretched Wrath, enticing Envy, lumpet Lust, gobbling Glutton, and slacking Sloth. Not to speak of Sunday, all work overtime for  their self preservation.

There is no Sunday of deathless Hope; no Sunday for devil desires. Even God is surprised at their modus operandi and modus Vivendi.

There is no Sunday for the beating heart; no Sunday for thinking Mind; no Sunday for puffing Breath; No Sunday for the libertine Liver; No Sunday for the kind kidneys; No Sunday for ever-flowing blood in artery and veins; no respite even for a split of a second.

There is no Sunday for respected Rahul Gandhi, perhaps, busy in working out 'positive' strategies for the propulsion of INS; it is not his fault that each time 'positivity' results in negativity; he believes in 'action' not in its fruit. If the people don't understand Rahul Gandhi, it is their fault, he can't help.

There is no Sunday for our venerable and Hon'ble Prime Minister Modi Ji. Like a supercomputer, the insiders reveal that Modi remains on all the time. Modi's opponents allege that he remains busy in collecting data and fudging it; he remains busy in juxtaposing facts with fiction and serve it to people with unparallel oratorical skill. No Sunday even for the ever-growing grey beard of Modi. Over the months, he has become more enigmatic than charismatic. The common people opine with a pinch of salt that they never expected that their charismatic leader will turn into a calm and quiet BABA — a unique effect of power on Modi — never seen in the annals of India.

There is no Sunday even for God. He is not happy with the man on earth who has betrayed his trust. God is worried about the existence of man on earth, for the man has sowed the seed of self-destruction. So God is busy planning a new life on some other planet far away in another galaxy. God has no hope for the man on the earth.

To conclude, there is no Sunday for all and sundry including God except for so-called government servants; it is blessed 'breed' among human beings. The commoners allege that govt. servants in India are simply a chair warmer and clock watcher, particularly, the black sheeps; they work for the public, allegedly, in return for 'money' only;  their monthly salary credited to their account from govt is a monetary honor for being in government service. To black sheeps in  government service,  it is not only Sunday but all days are Sunday — they are Sunday unto themselves.

With all due respect, this moron blogger would like to tell the government servants that if you are able to sit and sip tea in the comforts of your home with your family on Sunday, mind you, you owe this Sunday to millions of people who have no Sunday; you must thank them all; you must thank God also. you are blessed; you are lucky.

 Sunday is not  really a holiday for all!

Beware of Black Sheeps
in Medical Profession

"The game begins with the admission and ends either with discharge or death -  rules are always kept secret. Even a death by negligence is, successfully, buried in the bunch of papers. A doctor can commit 'murder' with impunity"

By Mukesh Sharma

 

The orchestrated rampant corruption is no longer an issue in 'constitutionally' managed democracy in India. The hapless and hopeless teeming millions are perforce to accept it (corruption) as an inalienable part of so-called 'work culture.' Needless to say, the vast medical profession is not an exception. Right from regulatory body Medical Council of India now defunct due to alleged irregularities, replaced by National Medical Commission, through 60 percent private medical colleges out of total 600, owned by influential people, managed by need-based policy, the giant Pharma companies with all 'ingenuity' for profit, and ever catering to the rich the five star hospitals down to 'degree holder' practicing doctors, all are getting richer and richer, allegedly, with malpractices with scant regard to public spirit and health in abject  violation of Hippocratic Oath.

Medical Negligence

Lawful loot goes on and on, and even Hon'ble Courts remain mute spectators. Beware of highly 'placed' and well organized 'black sheeps' in medical profession in India.

Until September 25, 2020, Medical Council of India was a regulatory body for medical profession and practice. But due to charges of irregularities and inefficiency, it has been replaced by an umbrella regulator called National Medical Commission (NMC) under NMC Act 2019. A 'chameleon' can change its color but not character. Professional solidarity often enjoys biggyback ride over professional integrity — a common man can't dare to give voice to his/her complaint.

Though admission to all medical colleges are made through NEET conducted by NTA (National Testing Agency), it is alleged that private medical colleges often 'manage' admissions, and seats with price tags are sold out to the highest bidders. That is why all moneyed doctors are able to make their son\daughters doctors easily for the sustenance of flourishing 'family business'. The professional integrity of such 'imposed' doctors remains doubtful.

Despite global recession, India's domestic pharma market which was Rs. 128 crores in 2018, reached Rs.1.4 lakh crore in 2019. The most of the companies sell their products under high priced 'brand names' on the pretext of combination of medicines. In US, medicines are sold by its generic names only separately not in combination. Here in India, a 'branded' medicine is sold at a price 20 times higher than generic price — an open loot where authorities / govts, chemists and doctors share the 'booty'. The poor are bled to dry.

The documents reveal that the most of the private hospitals are run by lawfully formed charitable Trusts availing all the govt. concessions. But the charity begins at home and ends at home only. Rest is pure business — from a small nursing home to five star hospitals. High price is no guarantee of high quality.

If one loses one's patient, its ones bad luck. And if one returns alive, credit goes to 'treatment'. "The 'game' begins with the admission and ends either with the discharge or death — the rules are always kept secret. Even a death by negligence is  'professionally' buried in the bunch of papers. A doctor can commit even a 'murder' with impunity." says a victim ruefully.

As per Ministry of Health and family Welfare, there were total 12,01,134 registered allopath doctors between September 30, 0219 to April 2, 2020. Furthermore, nearly 50,000 doctors are added to tally each year in India. The most of qualified doctors are either gainfully employed or running their own lucrative business of 'treatment' because of the huge demand — the ratio is 1:1000 (one doctor per 1000 people). It is because of huge shortage,the people extensively rely on alternative system of medicines  - Homeopathy and Ayurveda.

Be it Allopathic, Homeopathic or Ayurvedic doctors, the black sheeps abound in this sacred medical profession, particularly in India, successfully running their ' business'. Irrespective of relief/result, the 'products' sell like hot cake because of high demand -  a TINA situation where the confused ailing people keep hopping from one doctor to another with the hope against hope for relief. However, docs continue to roll in money.

Apart from profitably employed in hospitals where they, allegedly, boss over the patients playing like a God unto themselves, enjoying absolute freedom for unaccountable action with all immunity from legal action, private practitioners/doctors too behave not less than self styled lords.

A disgruntled patient contends that an allopathic private practioner with some reputation is more interested in number of patients visiting him — Rs.1000-1500 per patient. Based on 'rational therapy', he/she prescribes medicines without bothering to tell either any side effects or knowing much about the medical history of the patient. The most of 'successful' docs now have their own extensively used equipments and maintain own medical store— prescribing medicine of brands for the reasons best known to them and patronizing the pharma companies in return of generous freebies. These docs seldom receive or respond to call of their patients personally for fearing of losing the 'fee'. If in emergency something goes wrong, they ask the patient to rush to hospital.

Ayurvedic docs who rely heavily on symptoms, do prescribe medicine for a long term treatment — no hope for immediate relief. Furthermore, the most of docs ask for 'Panchkarma' therapy in their clinic. Victims allege that very often they have  felt cheated.

Though homeopathic treatment too depends on symptomatic history of the patient from mind to body, they too behave like allopaths — prescribe standardized homeopathic medicines keeping in view the existing complaint of the patient. Interestingly, homeopathy is the most preferred destination of ambitious women aspiring to prefix their names with respectable noun ' doctor'. 

Anyway, all doctors continue to make money, allegedly, without any accountability /responsibility. A doc owes a duty of care to his/her patient to provide treatment in line with the medical standard care.

Broadly speaking, the most of the doctors, allegedly make experiments with the patients using newly introduced medicines by Pharma company with vested interests. Despite all that no case is made out for evident MEDICAL NEGLIGENCE — Misdiagnose - failing to diagnose a condition correctly can lead to unnecessary sufferings, Surgical Negligence, Prescription Error, Negligent Medical Advice.

These malpractices have become common place in India, usually, perpetrated by 'black sheeps' in the profession. Though there is no dearth of dedicated and devoted doctors, it is the black sheeps who bring a bad name to otherwise a noble profession. Such people must be brought to justice. The Constitution endorses Right to live. Beware of black sheeps in medical profession.