It is all just a big boys' club

In the high life; Bing Cosby, Grace Kelly, Frank Sinatra.

Just the other day, I overheard a conversation at a party. No, there was no eavesdropping. It was plain for all to hear. Anyway, that is why parties are organised; for parties to be feted to meet to engage in small talks that would perhaps start the cogwheel of something big like a big money churning business venture. It is naivety to think that it is anything else but about economics. You thought it was to reap blessings from well-filled bellies and that nature would return in abundance what you offer upon others, a square meal and satiety? On the contrary, it is a case of throwing a small fish to bait a bigger one.

There was this guy who so pleased to have met his old physician who had fixed his heart ailment many years previously when he was employed in a public hospital. After purging his problems of so many years, the patient was at a crossroads as he was receiving conflicting advice from his current caregivers. After patiently listening to the patient's dilemma, the good doctor had only one question to ask when the hopeful cardiac patient wanted to have an appointment with him - do you have insurance coverage!

Then another friend whose mother still receives VIP treatment from a certain private medical entity. You see, my friend's mother is a living encyclopaedia of diseases. She has all the lifestyle diseases known to man, and all her organs need to be regularly assessed for routine 'servicing'. My friend soon could not help but to notice that the mother's admission usually drew the same team of specialists to her bedside. They would ask the usual cursory questions and pleasantries, just to charge the same as when she had been admitted earlier with an acute condition. He is not complaining as he is not the paymaster. His mother's bills are at the courtesy of his late father's employers. I could not blame my friend when he told me that the team of doctors would plan their next holiday every time the mother gets admitted.

So that is what it has come to now. It is just a big boys' club with a secret pact to share their daily kill and help each when the necessity arises. Out of the window went the oath to serve humanity and the pledge of service above self! When economics comes into the equation, humanity goes out of the window. One man's misery is another man's sumptuous meal and finance to support his bourgeois lifestyle. Hippocrates oath can be confined to the museums and annals of history books.