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This is an anecdote of those days when there were not many eye surgeons around and eye surgeries were not daycare surgeries as they are these days. For example, after a cataract surgery, patients stayed in the hospitals from five to seven days. Dr Shamsher Singh’s Hospital was a 100 bedded hospital but there were many times when the overflow of patients would require extra temporary tents to be erected in the hospital grounds. Surgery cases usually were kept away from infected cases like those of corneal ulcers.

That day, I had just comeback from the hostel and my father, late Dr Shamsher Singh had just finished with a long surgery list and a even longer out patients list. He asked my mum and me to stay ready to go to Ludhiana as he was exhausted and wanted to get away from any more work. We waited in the car as he finished his last couple of cases and sat in the driver’s seat. He had driven barely a couple of feet when an oldish looking man with a stick in hand threw himself on the car bonnet and said, “Doctor, I am having a lot of eye pain. Do something for it.” My dad stopped the car and got out of the car and said to the patient. ” I have already seen you and given you treatment. What else do you want me to do? You should go to your bed.” I thought, very unlike him, he seemed a bit harsh on the patient. It only indicated to us that he was really finished with his patience after such a long tiring day. The old man got to one side. My dad sat in the car and we were on our way.

No one spoke a word for about a couple of miles. Then suddenly my dad stopped the car and turned it around and we were back home which was in the hospital premises. Still no words and he got out of the car and walked towards the hospital. I followed him just few steps behind.

After a while I found myself in a tent where corneal ulcer patients were admitted. He looked for that old man who was in pain. The old man was lying on a bed with his arm wrapped around his eyes and face. My dad sat on his head side and spoke. ” Baba ji, is the pain really bad? I have already given you all the medicines I could. The only other thing I can do for you right now is massage your head. Let me do it for you.” I stood at the foot end of the bed over the next fifteen minutes or so, witness to something which I would carry with me through out my life.



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