@Ash_of_Rivia@pmsanjayra71859 Most of the toppers solve one marks repeatedly in coaching centres and gets used to it. It can't be afforded by all. Neet is for upper class students except for 7.5 percent. Tamil Nadu was medical hub even before neet.
The Promise at Bedside 12
It was my first year as a young doctor at CMC Vellore in 1994. I was in my twenties, still learning that medicine was as much about people as it was about diseases.
One rainy evening, an elderly man named Raman was admitted to our ward with a severe stroke. He could barely move his right side and had lost the ability to speak.
By his bedside sat his wife, a frail woman in a faded green sari. Every few minutes, she would lean towards him and whisper, “I am here.” He could not answer. But each time she spoke, his eyes moved towards her.
The next morning, I explained the situation to the family. His two sons had travelled overnight from different towns. They listened quietly as I described the stroke, the treatment and the uncertainty ahead.
“Will he become normal again, doctor?” one of them asked.
It was the question every young doctor feared. I looked at Raman lying silently on the bed and then at his wife, clutching the edge of her sari.
“I don't know how much he will recover,” I said honestly. “But we will do everything we can. And we will take one day at a time.”
His wife looked at me for a few seconds. Then she said something I have never forgotten.
“Doctor, you treat him. We will give him a reason to get better.”
Over the next few weeks, Raman became part of our daily lives. Physiotherapy was painful and frustrating. Speech therapy seemed to produce little progress. Some days he appeared discouraged. But his family never gave up.
His wife brought photographs from home and showed them to him. His grandchildren visited whenever they could. His sons took turns sitting beside him at night. And every morning, before I could even ask how he was doing, his wife would tell me proudly about the smallest improvement. “Today he moved his finger.” “Yesterday, he smiled.” “Doctor, I think he understood what I said.”
To an outsider, these may have seemed like insignificant victories. To that family, they were miracles.
One afternoon, while examining him, I asked Raman to squeeze my hand.
Nothing happened. I tried again.
“Mr Raman, can you squeeze my hand?”
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his fingers tightened around mine.
I looked at his wife. She had seen it too. Her eyes filled with tears.
“Did you see, doctor?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, smiling. “I saw it.”
She folded her hands before me in gratitude. I immediately stopped her.
“Please don't thank me. Your family is doing half the treatment.”
She smiled and said, “No, doctor. We could have sat here and cried. You gave us hope without giving us false promises.” That sentence taught me something no textbook had taught me.
Patients and families do not always expect miracles from doctors. They understand, often better than we imagine, that medicine has limitations. What they seek is honesty, competence and the feeling that someone has not abandoned them in their most difficult moment.
Several weeks later, Raman was discharged. He still needed assistance to walk and his speech had not fully returned. His recovery was far from complete.
As they were leaving, his wife came to find me. She held out a small packet.
“I made these at home,” she said. “Please take them.”
Inside were a few homemade sweets. I hesitated. “You really don't need to give me anything.”
She smiled. “Doctor, these are not for treating my husband. These are for treating a young doctor's heart.” I still remember those words.
Years later, I came to realize that the doctor-patient relationship is not a one-way street. Doctors treat illness, but patients and their families often teach doctors what healing truly means. Medicine today has extraordinary technology; scans that can see inside the body, medicines that can transform lives and procedures that were once unimaginable.
But sometimes, the most powerful thing a doctor can offer is much simpler: time, attention, honesty and hope. And sometimes, the greatest reward for a doctor is not a fee, an award or a headline. It is the memory of a family who trusted you when their world was falling apart, and the knowledge that, for a brief moment in their journey, you were allowed to walk beside them.
That is the privilege of being a doctor.
Dr Sudhir Kumar @hyderabaddoctor
(Name has been changed to protect privacy)
"என் குழந்தையை காப்பாத்தனும்னா 16 கோடி மதிப்புள்ள ஊசி போட வேண்டுமாம்..! எங்களுக்கு என்ன பண்றதுனே தெரியல..? 2 மாசத்துல ஊசி போடலனா குழந்தையை காப்பாற்ற முடியாது சொல்லிட்டாங்க.." தனது குழந்தையின் உயிரை காப்பாற்ற வென்டிலேட்டர் கருவியை பையில் வைத்துக்கொண்டு மாவட்ட ஆட்சியர் அலுவலகத்தில் கண்ணிர் மல்க பேட்டி கொடுத்த தந்தை..
#Ooty | #Child | #Parent | #Treatment | #PolimerNews
Resident accept all the horrors because they ll be failed in their final exams if they oppose the toxicity. Obs and gynec resident working hours will be easily more than 98 hrs per week!
They fear ! They know they are doing wrong !
But problem is the residents don’t oppose such inhumane conditions of work
They have accepted it as norm unaware what it will bring in future with their physical and mental condition !
நீ சாதாரணமா பேட்டி குடுத்து இருந்தா கூட நம்பி இருப்போம் டா தம்பி - wuhan lab க்கு நடுவுல உக்காந்து இருக்குற மாறி கிளவ்ஸ் போட்ட பார்த்தியா , அப்ப தான் சந்தேகமே வந்திச்சு !!
Irukaradhu 1 illa 2 docs. Idhula hmis nu pudhusa computer la ukandu entry podanum . Oru patient ku 5 nimisham avudhu. 300 patient kita varanga. Op time 4 hrs to 5 hrs max.
அரசு மருத்துவமனையில் ஊழியர் பற்றாக்குறையா..? சிகிச்சைக்காக நீண்ட நேரம் வரிசையில் காத்திருக்கும் நோயாளிகள்.. டாக்டர் பொறுப்பில்லாமல் பேசுவதாக மக்கள் குற்றச்சாட்டு
➤அரசு ஆரம்ப சுகாதார நிலையம், அருள்புறம்
#Tiruppur | #GovtHospital | #Doctor | #Patients | #PolimerNews
What people don't know is HIV is the laziest of all viruses.
If not for how smart it is by hiding inside the cell and being impossible to eradicate.
HIV is lame.
HIV doesn't actually do anything to kill you. It simply takes away your ability to fight infection.
If you take your drugs regularly, HIV becomes an harmless infection.
But you see diabetes, cancer or hepatitis.
Those things actually work day and night just like Tinubu with the intention of seeing your demise.
#WATCH | சென்னை: வண்ணாரப்பேட்டை தங்கசாலை மேம்பாலம் அருகில் உள்ள நகர்ப்புற வாழ்வு குடியிருப்பு பகுதியில் இருதரப்பினர் இடையே ஏற்பட்ட மோதலால் பதறி அடித்து ஓடிய பொதுமக்கள்
கத்தியால் தாக்குதல் நடத்தியதில் படுகாயமடைந்து ஸ்டான்லி மருத்துவமனையில் பலர் அனுமதி.
#SunNews | #Chennai | #Crime | #சட்டம்ஒழுங்கு
Mayana kollai in North tn towns is a lifetime experience. Try the vellore or Viluppuram mayanakollai. Craziest festival ever. Cosplays of gods, Hollywood, Kollywood , spirit ellame pakalam.
A Daring Visual Spectacle That Redefines Survival Cinema
Photographer is not merely a film; it is an experience-a breathtaking, immersive journey into the unknown.
This fantasy mystery thriller dares to dream differently, and in doing so, delivers a cinematic treat that lingers long after the credits roll.
At its heart, the film follows Veera (played with startling sincerity by director himself), a photographer whose obsessive-compulsive disorder is not just a weakness but a window into his unique genius.
His quest to capture the mythical "Golden Tree" deep within the forbidden Mathikettan Solai forest is a metaphor for the human spirit's relentless pursuit of beauty and meaning.
The forest, shrouded in mist and mystery, becomes a living, breathing entity—a character in its own right—thanks to the masterful cinematography. Every frame is a painting, every shadow a story, and the visuals alone are worth the price of admission.
The music elevates the narrative to spiritual heights, weaving a soundscape that is both haunting and exhilarating. It pulses with the heartbeat of the jungle and the fragile psyche of the protagonist, creating an atmosphere so thick you can almost feel the damp earth and hear the rustling leaves.
What makes Photographer truly special is the directors's multifaceted genius. Not only does he deliver a deeply moving and natural performance as Veera, capturing the character's desperation, vulnerability, and unyielding determination, but he also demonstrates an extraordinary directorial vision.
He guides the audience through a labyrinth of emotions -from wonder to fear, from grief to hope- with a confidence that defies expectations.
The supporting cast, including the ever-reliable Aadukalam Naren, the graceful Devi Mahesh, and the spirited Karunakaran, provide excellent anchor points in Veera's world, each adding layers to the emotional tapestry. The two child actors who play the young hero also have done their part wonderfully
The emotional core of the film - Veera's memories of his late mother - is handled with profound sensitivity. These flashbacks are not interruptions; they are poetic whispers that deepen our understanding of the protagonist's motivations.
The love story, however brief, adds warmth, and the film's exploration of grief and closure is handled with a maturity that resonates universally.
Photographer is a rare gem, a film that respects its audience's intelligence while daring them to look beyond the ordinary. It is a testament to what happens when passion meets artistry. For those willing to lose themselves in its dense, magical world, the reward is a cinematic journey unlike any other. The director has crafted not just a film, but a masterpiece of mood, mystery, and visual poetry.
It does not just call itself a "forest based movie" and shows forest for few minutes. The Forest is the main character. No one other than the forest and the hero come fore more than 15 minutes.
And a movie that can be seen with family