The purity and dignity of a profession is getting eroded, not for any other reason, but because of our acceptance of the indignities placed upon us, by first placing us on a pedestal, ( you are noble, godly) and then throwing things at us, when we cannot duck or avoid the rots.
In a city, the medical fraternity is safe and isolated, in the village, we get to move around in close proximity, to the general public.
You could get to bump into a patient at the market, consulting you for an ailment.
They are always requested to meet us at our place, but they get a chance to corner us in the open, and tickle our spirit, either up or down.
Now, not being enough the policy makers have a hold on us, making it a rule that we have to meet the public at their place.
If the patients cannot, and do not come to you, go to them, be it their holy grounds of worship, their political party rallies, or their crowded weekly markets.
Ding your white coats, polished shoes, it is not the soiling of them that matters, but the murkyness of many a white collar that is exposed.
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