Paradigm Shift

Last Sunday, almost the entire day was spent at the Arogya Vaidshala, an Ayurvedic (as the name suggests) centre, stationed across sprawling acres and a luxurious backdrop, nestling amidst abundant greenery: looking beautiful with its artistic, red architecture. This government hospital, run on oiled wheels, is a classic example of how things can be managed well if there’s an efficient machinery running it.

With a quiet and unhurried pace, you enter the premises and make your way to the uncrowded Reception area, get your token and silently walk to the waiting room where there are rows of chairs placed before a soundless TV. The doors leading to the four rooms where doctors are seated, mark the constant influx as digitalized red numbers keep changing with a ping, like the changing numbers at a food court or a Nokia service centre. You look at the TV screen and the changing numbers alternately, biding your time. It does seem inordinately long, but finally your turn comes and the doctor discusses the progress made, the new dose for your particular case-that funny allergy. All of it is meticulously entered into his PC, the command given and voila! You are instructed to go to the basement to buy your medicines.

As you enter the area, the fellow at the system promptly gives you the print-out of your prescription and you join the line at the medicine counter. Perfect discipline here too, as people queue up, awaiting their turn. Your chance comes and you make the payment. The receipt is placed on another counter and promptly removed by waiting personnel who take it into the ante room, to get the medicine prepared. You take a seat and there’s some more waiting till your name is called out. The bottles of varying shapes and sizes materialize into view and the helpful chap explains the exact dosage to you. You nod your head sagely, ask for a couple of clarifications and it’s time to wind your way out of this beautiful, serene super-smoothly-run place. How one wishes other medical places were more like these!!

Of late, such outings have taken centre stage in our scheme of things. The scene just described is a recent sojourn to this hospital nestling in the almost- tongue-twister place, Karkardooma. Last Sunday, to be precise, when we returned loaded with horrible looking, black medicines filling around six bottles . The taste of most of them is ugh and one valiantly wades through cupfuls, counting the days till they get over!

Now, this Sunday dawned bright and sunny-to the dilemma of watching movie A or movie B-tentative forays were also made into the virtual booking realm- but finally no decision was reached and all plans summarily dismissed. Instead, a few pressing needs were realized, some important errands came to mind. The digitalized version of the sphygmomanometer-the BP machine, in simpler terms-needed to have its batteries changed. It was months since it had justified its existence, making runs to the local doctor mandatory in order to measure the fluctuations in the spouse’s rate of blood flow while this idle gadget gathered dust in a neglected corner of the house. The batteries changed, the machine sprang to life and in the last twenty four hours, has already been used at least four times, more than making up for its earlier recalcitrance. Half the day was gone and then, in the evening, one remembered that the dear old Glucometer had also reached a defunct state. That too needed to be revived, the erratic sugar reports, the curiosity to know the outcome of brisk walks and strict diet control reared their collective heads. This was that stage of life where the vagaries of blood pressure and the highs and lows of the sugar level were much more important than the star ratings of the latest Bollywood releases. Nothing could have brought home the verity of this more clearly than our recent jaunts. All made to restore normalcy to those mechanisms which help us maintain our equilibrium.

It seems to be a new phase of Life……..…a sobering thought, folks!!