Doctored version

With a bulk of uncertainty enveloping the mind and more so the body, I have finally come to realise that life is on a teething edge. Physical fitness and job are such great companions, I never knew until last year's experience. This year too I am going through the same rigour, facing similar 'veiled threats' from people who call them doctors and claim to take care of the human body. Till now I had despised Mr Ram for disdaining the great Indian media bazaar. But, I would pay rapt attention now if he speaks about the great Indian Medico Mafia, which runs commanding the highest respect from society and under the 'watchful' eyes of law.
On a more dreary note, the custodians of morality are playing the deceitful agents of immorality scaling new heights in swindling the poor under the garb of 'treating' them well. Oh, what happened to the Hippocratic oath? Can't help recalling Mr Marquez's assertion that the invention of scalpel is the greatest failure of medical science. Or shall I say the cunning, money making 'scalpeled' mind of the present day doctors. The days of symptomatic treatment are over. The wisdom of years of medical science has yielded to inanimate instruments, which speak truth about the greatest invention God has made on the erath, the human body. No diagnosis is complete until the cells are put through a series of machines. The magical touch of human hand doesn't exist anymore.
Ask me, I had to bear the brunt of all of them, the doc's touch and the diagnosis equipment. One operation, supposed to be the most advanced in the country's state-of-the-art hospital and now doctors' proclaim another intervention might be needed in future. Some papers with undulating graphs obtained from an echo machine decide my fate. Wish I had never known about my illness and doctors. I would have been happy.