Whatever happens,happens for the good :)

Oh!!!!! We poor lady doctors!!!!! The society has always ill treated women and we, the cream of the society (take it as a satiating bit) too have not been acquitted from this disparity. Forget about the species specific side effects that we as females have to face, the genera specific disadvantages- the penalty of being a "supposedly" weaker sex in this profession is also not left much behind; though the definitions this time are related to a different discrepancy…. I’ll just come to that.

We grow up all through our four and a half years of MBBS with our stethoscopes and white coats with the boys at par (not really writing ‘following’ as the statistics say!!!) to one day being addressed finally with the prefix “doctor” in our internship (believe me…. the only yearning of maximum people who enter this profession is the fancy attached to this prefix…my interviewing has revealed so followed next by identical parents’ line of work). The boys do achieve this felicity soon but unfortunately we are left in the rear being referred to as “sisters” every time (the word is used for nurses basically!!!!!!!!) Hmmmm…it might sound hilarious but ya, in a government hospital, most young female docs (with even their doc calling accessories on) are addressed 'sisters' by the patients and their relatives; often to the advantage of male nurses and ward boys who end up being called doctors by these jobbernowls.

I am being very veridical and not really telling this crap (or lemme call it a fact only!!!!) to vie against men folk. No special motive behind since I sincerely think that all those reading it here will (hopefully!!) not mistake calling us ‘sister’ in hospitals. Nevertheless something happened today in wards, which has been making me feel elated over this whole issue. My male Postgraduate doc was called “bhaisahab” by a patient. You might think what a big deal!!!! Sigh!!! Thankfully we are used to be calling sisters, had this not been there, who knows we might have landed up being called “bahenjis” every time…

So the coin has always two different sides. This whole desultory thought made me realize one thing that happens to be the redeemer of every drowning soul –behind every dark cloud, there actually lies a silver lining!!!!!

P.S. This is a part of my internship experience written during my Pediatrics rotation.