Dr 90210

You would probably think the ad pasted along side is for maybe Starbucks/ Dunkin Donuts or some other drink -maybe of the fancy sort Ivan Lendl used to chew on( always used to wonder what he had in that cup)But the cup reads toronto plastic surgery!Haven t figured out how the ad represents achievements in plastic surgery.Does the lady in the picture have teeth like Ugly Betty or a cleft lip? Maybe thats the idea. But there should have been an image that reveals that. But then that wouldn't have been cosmetic right?
I was always under the impression that people do not prefer to take up plastic surgery as a specialty.My friend Shaunak was perhaps the first person I met who wanted to take plastic surgery by choice. And he joins at Baroda this week.And then from inquiries I realise that cosmetic plastic surgery is a big bucks business!
I was surprised to hear that young Gujarati girls are a big clientele seeking boob jobs and nip/tucks!before they tie the knot. Botox, well- every aandu pandu chaitu paitu guy seems to be giving botox to rich uneducated party hopping sindhi/ bawi females for crows' feet,age lines and even to create that sexy droopy look!There was an article in the PT today about an international plastic surgery conference to be held in Pune in November. Among those attending include the guy who did the first face transplant in the world, one person who pioneered a technique to increase the girth and length of the penis! and in what seems almost antediluvian for all the bra burning, cigarette toting combative feminist summits we seem to have reached , a procedure called revirgination!!!
I pause to think. Why do these guys do this? I mean why do they even exist? It is because they do have a clientèle. A rich,affording group mind you. With lots of money in their pockets one would imagine that they are also educated.At least logical in thought process and reasoning - to have made all that money. Then why do they choose so?
Like infertility specialists, I believe these guys are not needed on the planet at all.But again thats my opinion. And I dont have that filthy kind of money either.Makes me wonder whether we can call the profession pious at all- since we are just delivering a service- a membrane, an Oedipal phallus, a perfectly shaped, teated dome of saline that should spill out just enough to titillate and crease less faces like a perfectly ironed sari or pant. We expect a good service when we stitch a pant or get a haircut or do some raffu work, - we are not expected to respect the karigar or the nai or the darzi the way we expect our patients to salaam-thokofy us while we smile goofily back as if we are know all Oracles.

There was an interesting story I had read about when I was doing my residency at KEM. An unclaimed female body was found on a sunday morning at Tilak bridge near Dadar. At autopsy the pathologist was surprised to find saline breast implants in the body. No one claimed the body of course.
And guess which paper carried this story: Mid-Day of course, right beside mid day mate.