The vacant eyes filled with stories untold
The hollow looks missed the glories’ unfold
With wrinkled hands and trembling fingers
His lean arms did gesture of sheer weakness
The voiceless words conveyed a message
The silent notes sung within the free mind
With lips unmoved a lot that had moved
Her quiet tales spoke of the untold finds
The gaze fixated to wonder where
The eyelids that had forgotten to flare
With an expressionless queasy stare
His face doth display an expressive affair
The legs fragile that went unmoved
The steps that only the chair did move
With the press of the buttons that obeyed
Her pace was minded by her wheelchair
The body that constantly needed rest
The layers of clothes and the cap with a crest
With the head rolling over towards a side
His fatigued self dozed off without a headrest
The matching scarf and the draped shawl
The thick long socks and the curly locks
With the tired arms that held the bag
Her agony of solitude cried as old age crawls
The disinterest in the newspapers and books
The listening to radio with partly deaf ears
With senses all five losing their strength
His boredom had outlived all forms of ennui
The holding of hands of each other tight
The moving of wheelchairs together in sunlight
With Old age creeping through each emotion
Their Life typical of loneliness amongst commotion
The aged centenarian couple had seen it all
The aged old couple had lived & experienced it all
The fun and frolic of young age that once was
Their stay in a Home for Aged is now their fate
The togetherness in life a blessing bountiful
The couple that grew through trials plentiful
With challenges and victories faced as a gift
The Aged couple in celebration of life merciful
The memories of the beautiful days of yore
The mighty old couple in love to the core
Withstood they have the time based test
For they emerged from the Almighty’s nestV
In the media:
Poem of the Month : August 2015
published in The Asian Weekly edition 363 ,04 to 10 August 2017
A lot has been publicized about the excellence of healthcare in India over the years. The medical fraternity should feel proud and better themselves further after having created a name for themselves. Instead, they seem to be losing their ethics. A bitter experience has resulted in this report.
I am so full of disgust at the way the doctors primarily form a team to work at a patient and towards the end disintegrate the team to form a new one. In this particular case, not only were new doctors introduced to the team in the last three days of the patient’s life, but they weren’t even introduced to her family members. It is not amusing that someone who pays your bills, has no right to meet the doctors ( they cannot spare five minutes update the caregivers of the patient) , has no right to see the reports of the numerous tests ( who knows if all the tests actually occur), has no right to get the updates.
In the hospitals in India one who takes a family member there becomes a beggar asking for details ref his or her condition and diagnosis. Why is it that the results cannot be shared at ease? Why is it that the intensive care where the visitors are supposed to wear masks and gloves permit people to enter casually without precautions? Why is it that those with influence have no restrictions and have access to areas that are usually barred for others?
I happened to witness a case in a hospital where a patient in his blooming youth was brought in by his sibling as he complained of chest pain that left him very uncomfortable. Upon diagnosis it was announced as a heart attack and was advised a heart bypass surgery. The family referred to their family doctor the next day who suggested that the bypass surgery wasn’t required and implanting a Stent would be sufficient.
The doctors at The hospital refused to place the Stent but the family of the patient insisted on the same. Finally the procedure was performed for the Stent and the next day the family were informed of the failure of the procedure. This left them with no other choice but to give their consent for the bypass surgery.
Meanwhile the patient had already been in the Intensive care for almost a week resulting in huge amount of bills.
Below is a narrative of my mother who landed in India from her country of residence in a fairly good condition but once admitted in the hospital became worse by the day as each day resulted in a new complication eventually leading to multi organ failure and death within nineteen days. To add to abuse over injury the Doctor had the audacity to tell us (my brothers and myself) that she had lived a good 75 years and that we shouldn’t be very hopeful as she was old. Who decides on how long long a person should live ? The doctors? Such medics are the ones to malign the name of the noble profession where there are many others who try their best with diligence to save lives.
End Of The Road
Post administering a medication this is how he nurses throw the caps near the patients bed.
The drip got over so the bottle was removed and left on the very trolley table where the patient is served meals.
In God’s very own country we saw the end of the road
A stepping stone but we had guessed…..
That would lift you up to good health….
……..yet it didn’t happen that way….
The sky was bright in the morning light….
When from the flight you did step down….
…..the wheelchair awaited you as did the others few
…Cchandar, Mukesh and the Delhi family crew….
Wheeling you up to the ambulance, pre arranged…
…..in preparedness for wonder what?
The scare of the ambulance wasn’t enough though…
……you were taken straight into the ICU….
They pricked and pierced …… to take samples….
Of the rare commodity on your charts….
…… the blood squeezed out from your veins….
…and landed up in numerous vials and tubes.
An oxygen mask placed on you….. a first step…..
…..towards the realization that you needed help.
Help was required to make you breathe…. how….when ..
….. did it happen so?
Hadn’t you been breathing fine till you arrived at the hospital?
We failed to understand things when we were told…
…… we had limited access at being near you.
That sounded dramatic…yes, it did….
There seemed no danger as you alighted or disembarked..
……from the airplane , breathing pretty normal……
And then you were secluded as if you had the worst of ailments
……for you had landed in Apollo Hospital – one of the best they say.
After giving medicine to the patient the nurses leave the glass unwashed on the bedside table saying it is the job of housekeeping to attend to i
In God’s own land, whence you land…. with you all problems land.
They said your infection rate was very high……
……….and the blood count was getting low…..
…a low of platelets…low WBC…low Hemoglobin… a sign…..
…..that your functioning was getting to an all time low.
Probe after probe….several tests done… awaiting anxiously all results.
A bomb shell then did drop on us…. your marrow of the bone tumults…
….. they said not in those very words…. it had depressed ….
…..as later we learnt.
The septicemia had set in ….. in the body fluids it had spread in…..
Who was responsible for that nasty bacteria……
…… caught on in the ICU by the unhygienic ways and means.
They were meant to cure you …. but did they?
They messed it all up and you panted for each breathe.
The nursing staff was ruthless and uncouth in mannerisms.
The dietitians prescribed menus by the book…..
I would say they know not that to go by book makes them a crook.
Sentiments were lost… same boring meals repeated in and out….
That last glass of lassi much against my wish that you relished…
I wonder if that led to the unease and breathlessness
….perhaps you needed to cool ….those itchy insides…
…….from those nasty tubes and medicated pipes
It gave me pleasure to see you fuss over like usual
……your unhappiness at the television not working….
….we took it as a sign ….of your return to normalcy…
Alas! That was our fallacy….
The engineer came to get it work….. but…..you didn’t watch
For you lost interest….of your usually loved soaps…
The yellow in your eyes….suggested yet another diagnosis
Oh! Hadn’t you had enough of the tests in the process
In your ambition to get up and running…
You left dear mum no stone unturned….
In that feverish state you were hopeful as were we all…
…..your excitement at getting the much awaited parcel ….
….that came from home …. the pair of your glasses…
….now you could watch the videos and photos on our phones..
…and then what happened was surely a shock..
…. as of your condition now that I take stock…
When, why, how did you seem to lose focus.
I waited to hear you complain and fret over various things
……but the oxygen mask made you go silent….
You wanted to speak, you wanted to know why you were there
You questioned me … what the doctors wanted….
And they, the medics just sneered at your query….
I think it was then, that they decided….
They had to silence you in a cruel manner…
Inflicting pain and all that ugly torture…
…..your delicate self now gone so week, so very week..
….could resist no further, and you couldn’t speak….
……. unanswered went all questions that your mind did seek
Developments occurred of the unpleasant kind…
sugars went rising and pressure dripping down by bands..
Units after units of transfusions added, with unhygienic hands..
….and unsanitized, unsensitized habits of the nursing staff…
Uncouth appeared the ICU hall, with scores of hygiene flaws.
Apollo one of New Delhi’s biggest Hospital…. a name of shame…
….where the nurses, the doctors and accounts department
…..all merciless by money ridden mind have lost their hearts
They cared not enough for the well being charts….
……instead filled pockets by playing infectious tricky darts
They stepped on our tender nerves of saving our mother…
by introducing a new failure, a new diagnosis each day….
And helplessly we all saw you gradually fading away…..
…till you reached a saturation point and finally gave up the fight.
The fight to live, the fight of our brave warrior, our mother..
…..ended in God’s very own country….. your end of the road…
…..leaving us bereaved and grieved with a painful bitterness….
That spoke tales of their tight lipped betrayal of the oath …..
…..the oath they took….as they took their first steps ….
In the medical profession…..
……they are nothing but murderers living in respect….
……for their conscience and their pockets find no connect….
Bringing untimely, unethically many a living to dead ….
……the end of the road on the hospital bed!
sikiladi
This link below to yet another incident as well as messages received via social media:
Medical Kidnapping and Murder by Doctors of Fortis Bannerghatta Hospital #Justice4Maa Fortis Hospital, Bannerghatta Fortis Bangalore Republic Aaj Tak NDTV Zee News ABP News Headlines Today
Generally Kidnapping and murder is carried out by anti social elements/criminals of the society but there are people in this society who are not recognized as anti social element but they are not less than a kidnapper or a murderer.They are known as Corporate Doctors and their crime location is Hospital.Here,the ransom amount(Hospital Bill) is Rs 43 lakh and result :- Murder of my mother after keeping her in ICU for more than 50 days.This is reason why I compared Kidnapper with Doctor. Can you imagine the medicine cost they charged is nearly Rs 12 Lakh. With this amount I can even open a medical shop.
I lost my mother who was fit and fine till 13th May 2017 before her admission in the hospital.Now,I am fighting for the justice.
On 13th May,we went to Fortis Hospital for a small 5mm Gallbalder Stone treatment which hardly takes 45min of surgery.She was fit and fine and was not having any pain till 13th May 2017.Each and every report/parameters tested by Fortis Banneghatta Hospital Bangalore such as WBC,RBC,Hemoglobin,Platelets,Bilirubin,Creatinine all were normal.Lungs,Heart,Kidney,Liver,Pancrease all the vital organs were working perfectly fine when she got admitted on 13th May 2017.
These big corporate hospitals have marketing team who will insist you to come and get the treatment done in their hospital and also they will ask you what kind of insurance you have so that they will complete their target.In my case Mr. Kanniraj keeps calling me even when he was on leave.They want to trap you because they know you love your dear ones and you will come for the treatment.
13th May 2017,Dr Shabber Ahmad,he was supposed to do the Stone Surgery,he asked us to go for ERCP (Endoscopic Retrograde Cholangio-Pancreatography) because he was having 0.5% doubt that there is an symtom of Cancer.To rule out his doubt he asked us to undergo this Procedure and asked Dr,Pooranchandra KS to perform ERCP.The Biopsy report later confirmed that there was no symptoms of cancer.
Dr.Pooranchandra KS did the ERCP where Pancreatic,biliary Sphincterotomy was done and biopsy was taken.Post ERCP my mother was under servere pain because he touched the pancrease which resulted in Acute Severe Pancreatitis.She was continously saying she is having pain in stomach but since it was saturday he left hospital .Junior Doctors were just giving pain killer to her.We were continously crying that she is having pain but no one bothered.They kept her in the ward for 3 days before moving her to the ICU when her BP started falling down.
On 16th May,they finally moved her to ICU saying they wanted to monitor her for 24hrs because they dont have equipment in ward.We agreed.
Post ERCP all the vital oragan got affected.Starting with Kidney,lungs heart,liver etc.They asked us to put Pace Maker because after ERCP her heart rythm was not working properly.We agreed because we want her back.She never had heart problem before but in hospital she was on Pace Maker.
Worst part is that they dont know whom they are treating,in number of the reports they have mentioned Sex as Male,when we raised this point they said it is not affecting her treatment,it is only clerical mistake,you dont worry.One of the document I have where it is mentioned as Male and even signed by Senior Cardiology Doctor.They even stop tracheostomy(a type of surgery for oxygen supply) after taking the consent in middle because there was some outstanding amount pending.Once we paid the amount,than only they started the surgery next day.
She was continuously having pain in her stomach and her stomach size was high but ICU team didn’t bother to take any action.Internal bleeding started and they were not able to find out from where the bleeding happening.
Almost 40-45 units of Blood,Platelets,Plasma were transfused to her.Finally,because of long ventilator stay she got infected with number of bacteria and most deadly one was MDR(Multi Drug Resistant)Klebsiella in her blood.
She also went Pancreatic Necrois surgery to remove the dead pancrease and puse. The worst part is that they did all kind of surgery except that surgery for which she went to the hospital.In one of the report they said there is NO STONE IN THE GALLBLADDER.
Finally we lost the battle on 3rd July 2017.On her last day,her BP was continuously sinking and these doctors were saying we have done out best,we cant do anything more.Even on the last day they took consent to perform Dialysis to remove acid from the body.Slowly and slowlyThey know they cant do anything now and my mother is slowing dying so they called BOUNCERS in the ICU.I dont understand what is the need of bouncers in ICU.We lost her,she was in tremendous pain and we were praying that God Please take her with you.She is suffering.
We lost her and it was nothing less than a medical kidnapping and murder.These Doctors and Hospital are running for money,on 2nd July 2017,One patient died in ICU at around 10 PM and doctors and staff were laughing.CCTV footage can clearly show this.
Please help me out by sharing this post so that I will get strength to fight.If you need any more info,please feel free to reach me out.
This message is received from Mr. Parmanand Khianey of Spain
Dear friends
I am narrating the real incident of cheating and misguidance by the top and famous hospital at Mumbai. This happened to my elder brother at Fortis Hospital at Vashi Mumbai. Iniitially we took him to a nearby small hospital for checkup where we were advised to shift him to a nearby Fortis Hospital where all facilities of MRI and other tests are available and accordingly we shifted him to Fortis Vashi Mumbai in an unconscious stage.
Initially they asked us to deposit a sum of rupees 100000 as advanced and immediately he was shifted to Intensive Care Unit for detailed examination of his unconsciousness. To our surprise none of the doctors were able to diagnose the cause of problem and for 8 days he was kept in Intensive Care Unit advising us that his condition is still not out of danger. All his tests including the bone marrow test were done at heavy price and a windpipe was inserted through his throat up to the lungs so the patient was made incapable of speaking and was totally dependent at the mercy of attending doctors. we were allowed to see the patient only once in 24 hours and he was found unconscious all the time.
After 8 days of treatment with no result we got suspicious and consulted one of our family neurologist and on his advice we arranged for visit of senior Neurologist from Lilavati Hospital to examine the patient.
On the 9th day when I informed Fortis Hospital doctors that I have arranged for for a visit of a senior Neurologist from Lilavati Hospital to examine the patient they got disturbed and to our surprise by the afternoon his wind pipe was removed and the patient was allowed to gain consciousness. He was shifted to a private ward on the same day and a physiotherapist was called to start minor exercises. Ultimately he was discharged in another 2 days and we were told that his ammonia levels were high so he lost consciousness and instead of treating ammonia they kept him unconscious by administering a dose of tranquilizers in ICU for 8 days. This is the way these big hospitals treat the patient with the intentions of earning huge amount of money. ultimately we end up paying around 500000 rupees towards the cost of 8 days of ICU charges and other unwanted tests which were done by the Hospital in the name of diagnosing the disease.
I am sharing my experience with all of you with this clear intentions that please do not fall prey in the hands of these big hospitals as they have clear intentions of looting and cheating the patients. I have got all documentary evidences and proofs in my records which clearly shows the carelessness and the greedy attitude of the Hospital.
Request all to share this msg in all your groups so that these big hospitals are exposed and they stop cheating us.
Crawling gradually picking up rapid pace
When life beckons unusual peace space
It comes to wind up all the drama & race
Death in its guise blesses every soul’s grace.
Ending misery of lingering unwanted sorts
Packing up life by years of halves and quarts
Leaving grieving behind bunches and loads
That’s life’s journey moving on tough roads.
Discarding misery, anguish and all thy pain
Elevating the loving soul to an uplifting gain
An easing release cometh like clouds with rain
That move on shedding their burden in no vain.
Untimely though it appears at most times
Whence life is hindered by the ugly grimes
And those unfortunate miams by wicked crimes
That doth lay squeezing traps by the deadly dimes.
In packs of dozens& scores it grips shocking
In the form of calamities that come locking
Thy breathing vehicle stills in the zone parking
In effect motionless becomes energy tracking.
Death in all it’s regality turns a grand beauty
Disease-less it makes one on its timely duty
Reuniting them with ancestral past line party
Teaching thou life is lived not to an eternity.
The true entity of this our life on planet earth
Is this end that comes showing us no dearth
The unchanging reality thus of all life forms
Is Death coming unbiased in its various norms.
In The Media:
Poem Of The Month Published in The Asian Weekly edition 359 (jul 07th – 13th 2017 )
His Hidden support discreetly disguised,
wrapped in indifference yet looks pacified.
Protection pondered and well balanced,
Which in all circumstances he shouldered.
That is Dad! That’s my Dad!
A lineage of rich culture carried through,
A legacy of traditionally built values true.
Concealing all his emotional weaknesses,
Displaying strength in wise decisiveness.
That is Dad! That’s my Dad!
Giving a ride on his shoulders was manhood,
In love becoming a horse back in your childhood.
Training to pedal a tricycle or steering paddle boat,
Making you swim through crucial life lessons afloat.
That is Dad! That’s my Dad!
A concern shown by showing ‘ no concern’,
A caring look yet appearing distant n forlorn.
A loving heart with the uttermost silent care,
A quiet prayer with his earnest moments spare.
That is Dad! That’s my Dad!
Ensuring success by letting you tumble n fail,
Pushing you to pursue your goals that prevail.
Hiding his tears to bring you a smile cheerful,
Sacrificing his own for your comforts plentiful.
That is Dad! That’s my Dad!
His annoyance and indifferent aloofness,
Churning out your patience n perseverance.
The patience game played to perfection,
That appeared to be his rigid succession.
That is Dad! That’s my Dad!
Living up to the timely rewarding magic spells,
Of special Barbie Dolls and sturdy tennis balls.
The guidance in carom tricks and karate kicks,
The unforgettable drives to zoo n circus trips.
That is Dad! That’s my Dad!
My greatest Hero, my biggest inspiration,
No words in his praise doth do justification.
His calm approach n mature qualification,
Unrivaled, unequalled in no contradiction.
That is Dad! That’s my Dad!
Sikiladi
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In the media:
Published in “The Asian Weekly” Edition : 356 (June 16th – 22nd 2017)(Father’s Day Edition)
Your gaiety walk and proud chest
Your fair means and ways are the best
A young child and youngest brother once
You have emerged as a family elder
A lineage of culture and tradition
You proudly continued with a rich hue
Never forgetting those dim candle lit days
Of scarcity in privileges and endless days
You stood tall and mighty in your right
In what once appeared to be far fetched
In those long nights of plight
That you made your stint into journalism
From far away land your articles came
And Sakkerben reveled in the happiness game
A pride of prides Nanalal you became
A respected lawyer among many others
Uplifting the downtrodden on the path
Rising and shining on the law forte
Bringing justice to many on their porch
Never blinking an eye when it came to giving aid
Your selfless nature gave you name
Put to use in your welfare game
Through countless hours of lawyering
You found a passion of a greater giving
Realizing the true nature of humanity
For you attained a doctorate in that philosophy
Compassion that flows through you deep and wide
Even the Nile looks at you in awe
The feats you have achieved through these years
Will be remembered for eons to come
Yet humble you remain
As you strive to achieve your A-game.
Known fondly as Kaka to young and old
At a ripe 90 you stand mighty bold
We wish you good health, happiness and laughter
To celebrate yet another wonderful chapter
