Generations
‘Please don’t go father! ……That’s the way of all flesh’. - Cinderella [2015] The view from O6 ward of Christian medical college is majestic. Set on high altitude, the block overlooks the city of Vellore and its historic fort. When you peer through the latticed windows, you can see vehicles and people just racing along on the roads like busy ants indulging in their daily pursuits. From such a distance, life also looks small and ephemeral. Into this cardio thoracic ward, my patient got admitted for undergoing a bypass procedure of the heart. Since I was the part of anesthesia team, I had dropped in to say hello. My patient [lets’ call him Rakesh] was a 70 year old gentlemen. With balding grey hair and teeth that may fall off any moment, he was a verbose personality. He starts his conversation and does not give a chance for the listener to even intervene and break the flow of words. Doctors already suffer from a malady of not letting the patients talk enough. As I asked