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Very good poem Ravindranath. I am sending it to Karmayog

and Alt Health forums. I may also use it in my forthcoming

book Medicine Madness.

 

If you have a common cold you have two options.

Go to an MD (Medical Donkey), undergo all the trauma of what he does and your cold will be "cured" within 7 days.

 

Or stay at home and do nothing and your cold will be cured

within a week's time.

 

Or take lots of warm fruit juices, jump around, bask under

the sun, if necessary take a dose of Ars Alb and you will be

fine within few hours or one day.

 

Do keep in touch. Dr. Leo Rebello

 

 

-

Ravindranath

drleorebello

Monday, January 29, 2007 9:16 PM

One for you

 

Dear Dr. Rebello,

 

You don't know me. I have been reading your mails in the Karmayog Digest. Your "Quack-Quack" poem was good. I had written something a while ago, and thought you might find it interesting. Here it is:

 

VIEW FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER

 

One day, when I had a cold

I ignored what my granny told

And decided: The scientific way

Was to hear what the doctors say

 

The doctor was no less than an MD

Without an 'A' in the middle

Who promised he would make me

Soon, fit as a fiddle

 

With a flourish he flung

His steth. He depressed my tongue

Then, without provocation

Proceeded to auscultation

 

"Hmm," he said, "Hmm indeed,

You may really be quite sick

To my words, please pay heed

For I can hear an ectopic

 

To assuage my obvious alarm,

He said "Don't worry, there's no harm.

Just go at once, run

Go get these tests done."

 

In a daze, I then parted

With 300 of my heard-earned

And then to the lab I darted

Like many of the unwise but learned

 

Fool was I. Couldn't see the guile,

Beneath my doc's wry smile

That in return for the tests he sent

The lab would give him 30 percent.

 

Nor did I realise, afterwards

That more of my money would go,

When I found, on my cards

Stress Test, and 2-D Echo.

 

And, as I continued to give

The Stress Test turned positive.

So, I had to undergo

A coronary angio.

 

The good doctor explained to me

How simple an angio was

And when he suggested balloon plasty

I meekly said: "Sir, you're the boss."

 

And so, I continued to dole

Till my pocket became a hole

My health didn't improve, but

My doctor definitely got his cut.

 

After the plasty and the stent

The doctors said that all was well

But I, prematurely old and bent

Became convinced that life was hell.

 

Sick of life, tired and ill

I just trudged along until

One fine day I went to bed

The next morning, blissfully dead.

 

This story, hitherto untold

By many who know, brave and bold

Is just to make you behold

The dangers of a common cold.

 

I would appreciate your frank comments at your earliest convenience.

Thank you. With warm regards and good wishes for your crusade,

 

C. Ravindranath

48-34/2 Vidyanagar

Pune 411 032

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