right or wrong???

"my belief is that life is our greatest teacher.."

and as with all teachings, some are easy to understand and some very complex.
here i would like to discuss on one such complex teaching...

the otherday, i was traveling back from the hospital towards the clinic. As usual, i take the local mumbai train. The easiest way to commute in mumbai.
As per my daily ritual, I sat listening to music, and today enjoying the pre-monsoon showers.
Half way thru the journey, one of the numerous illegal vendors kept wandering around my seat.
Lost in the trance of my thoughts mixed with some soothing music and beautiful overcast rainy weather, it took me a moment to realise his persistence to sell, what looked like some chinese made plastic toy.
I got into my senses, looked towards him, and for the 5 time he asked me...
"Saab 10 rupiya mein ek, 15 mein 2."... "leelo saab,"
I tried the time tested formula of giving him an assertive no.. and telling to ask other people.
He still continued...
I wondered why...
I looked around and realised, that me and the gentleman sitting in front of me where the only 2 passengers in the coach.
He again asked the same question
"saab 10 rupiya mein ek, 15 mein 2.." ...
I got irritated, I was gonna tell him to get out..or else...when i suddenly realised a small drop of tear on the corner of his eye...
on focusing well, i realised that this kid had been crying... tear trails all over his cheek.

As is the case in such situations, the heart over powers the brain"...
i asked him.. why are you crying.. he said "its 3pm, havent sold a piece..?? and started crying again"
the gentle men next to me..immediately took out 50 bucks and gave it to him...

my question is..
is it right to give him money.. or are we just teaching him a new technique of begging..
were a tear can earn him more than 5 single deals of his toys would..
what do you thing is right ?? and what is wrong???
is that money gona be used by him???or are we just feeding his diabolical master????

economic depression - a healthy laugh

Economic depression... a word that most indians are not muttering... and is becoming a taboo remenescent to sex... something everyone experiences but nobody speaks about.
taking a lateral view on it... it infact is leading people to a healthier lifestyle.and lesser work for doctors. ;)
1. since the recent pay-cuts, many clients have cut down on smoking and drinking., eating out, eating unnecessarily.
2. stress levels and job-security tensions are increasing, so the appetite is decreasing.hence a more slim and fit person. lesser prone to diseases.
3. now the petrol prices have gone down, but buying a car on EMI aint intelligent move. so lesser use of petrol in vehicles, and more use of public transport. that equals to lesser pollution and happier lungs.
4. longer working hours have been introduced.. spending lesser time at home. therefore lesser time to burn money on coffee shops, viideo games, reading books or partying out with friends. ur parents will be happy your bank account increasing.
5. longer working hours.. more time at work... hence more time in the air conditioner.. thank god you saved from those power cuts and killing heat.
6. raising EMI bills. a lessoon on what to invest in, and what not. maybe next time will think twice before buying that 30k iphone on EMI.
7. raising pressures from the boss. more interaction between collegues. deeper friendships, more socialising. and infact more sharing among couples... increasing their love levels.
8. more stress. more need of anti-anxiety. natural anti-anxiety... aerobic exercises, meditation, sex. all 3 beneficial for healthy life.

economic depression is a bad phase.
hereby just presenting some explanations my clients have given me for their less frequent visits.

its a phase to endure and be patient.
be healthy
regards
dr.hemant mittal
http://www.mindmantra.in/

the starting...

If I was scared, there was a reason .. ward no.13. Not that I believed in all that, but ward no. 13 meant psychiatry department. Today was the 1st day of my psychiatry posting. And as an intern if something was more scary then being late to the hospital was the psychiatry department.
A deep breath to boost my courage and I walked inside.A few steps into the ward, when a sudden noise drew my attention. As I moved my head, my eyes came to watch a scene that would change my life, my perception and my motivation in the field of medicine. I saw a 30yr old young man battling 3 people. Scared like a 7yr old 1st visit to the dentist. Trying to run away, pleading for help to an unknown figure from his imagination, pointing at stethoscope and medications as magical instruments and blaming those around him for ploting his murder.

In middle of this mayhem, like a knight in shinning armour, a lean man in a doctors clothes walked towards him. Like an experienced salesman at work, A few minutes of well framed sentences to gain his confidence, and another few to administer him with a shot of some medication, the angry young man was now peacefully lying on the bed.

During all this, The background action, by a staff of nurses and ward boys, making all arrangements to shift him towards the in-patient department, made it look like a well-oiled machine working at perfection

I later learnt,the young man was Kiran. A case of paranoid schizophrenia, possibly drug induced, as his past histroy included cocaine addiction. And his symptomology included classical auditory hallucinations with paranoid delusions. In the next 15 days that I followed him, I not only noticed how he improved and changed but also a change in my attitude towards psychiatry and psychiatric patients.

It was the 1st time I came to understand the power of the brain. How dearrangement of a few chemicals leads to disturbed behaviour. How critical and effective is psychiatric intervention in helping these patients revert to normalcy.
Above all I also learnt, that we all are compasionate towards physical abnormalities because we can see them. But are judgemental and detrimental towards mental health illness because we cannt see them. Because we are ignorant about them.

The next few weeks, where very productive and enlightening. I learned to value the efforts of psychiatrists, the importance of psychiatry and how relevant it was in all walks of life.

Today I find myself equipped with better knowledge, motivation and above all empathy for handling, guiding and helping patients of mental health illness. And I always keep the lines of my then psychiatry HOD in my heart:
“We don’t need to discriminate them, we need be empathetic and help them.”