Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir
After training in the UK, Shikha Singh was taken aback by the respect given to doctors in India
As I packed my suitcase for my elective in India, I tried to anticipate what I might expect to find—power cuts, mosquitoes, an array of clinical signs that were surely just mythical writings in medical textbooks. I knew that after only ever undertaking medical training in the UK, it would be a culture shock to study medicine in a developing country for two months. But it was these very differences that inspired me to go there.
I envisaged feeling shocked to see 20 hospital beds in one room; to see relatives parked on the ward floor; to see guards at every entrance to the hospital, screening the flow of people. When the day came, however, I was unperturbed by such scenes. I was able to adapt to them with ease—and no one was more surprised than me.
What had not occurred to me, however, was the hierarchy that exists: the