The Post Graduate - contd
by Preethi Warrier
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She went in and the doctor examined all her reports. He kept the file down and asked her in Tamil, “You know you could have got regular checkups in the hospital at Kalpakam. It’s free there, why didn’t you get them done? Do you know how serious you are? Have you heard about surgery, we have to check if it has to be done. Are you able to understand what I am saying?” Perhaps Radha looked extremely confused and tensed, because the doctor then asked her, “Are you educated? Till which class have you studied?”
Radha felt as if somebody had thrown her off a cliff. Her blood boiled. How dare he ask her something like this, how dare he question her qualification. All these years she had been silent, but this was a bit too much for her to tolerate. This man actually thought she was illiterate? It was high time, she had to fix him, and she had to teach him a lesson.
Her eyes flashing with anger, looking straight into the doctor’s eyes she spoke in fluent English, “Excuse me Doctor; I don’t mean to be rude. But let me tell you, I am educated. For your information, I am a post graduate in Biology.”
Silence. She looked at the doctor, his mouth still looked open. A triumphant smile played on her lips. Finally she had been brave. Letting go of all her fear, she had spoken her mind. Now she patiently waited for the doctor’s reaction.
The doctor took a minute to recover and finally spoke in English, “Madam, I am sorry. Not for questioning your qualification, but for the sad state of our country.” Before a stunned Radha could speak, he continued, “I could have understood if illiterate people had behaved like this. But what should I say when a person as qualified as you neglected your health. If not about you, you should have thought about your family at least. Education is supposed to make us more informed and aware. But then what’s the use if people like you behave so irresponsibly? Its shameful madam, after all, you are a post graduate.” ***