m neither big nor shiny nor state-of-the–art. Faced with the postmodern chic of sleek steel, womby Perspex and plush leatherette skin, we modern doctors are about as hep as pre-Spielberg dinosaurs.

It’s perfectly legitimate, if you consider it. People expect efficiency and accuracy. Machines are more efficient and accurate. They provide evidence-based information: numbers, images. Facts.

So far, doctor and patient are both on the same side of the fence. Like Sanju’s mother, I too need an efficient and accurate report, numbers, images. Facts.

To me, these facts are only information. I need my own brain to process and interpret this data, then match it against the specifics I’ve gleaned from examining Sanju.

To Sanju’s mom this last step is redundant. She sees the doctor as an irritating chaperone in her mad romance with technology.

If you think that’s an exaggeration, consider this.

The slum where Chhaya lives has no water supply, no sanitation, no ration shop. But it has three ultrasound clinics. When Chhaya had been married three months, her mother-in-law took her for her first ultrasound. Chhaya recalled it with a sense of occasion, and I realised the ultrasound was some kind of rite of passage.

“What was the ultrasound for?” I asked.

“Special treatment, so that I can have a baby.”

Chhaya was a polite girl, it embarrassed her to have to explain the basics to a doctor. Three sonograms and no pregnancy later, her mother-in-law pointed out that she had spent enough on this bride, it was time her son found another.

Chhaya then put together savings and borrowings and went in for a fourth ultrasound.

When I asked her how a sonogram could possibly help her get pregnant, she was openly contemptuous of my ignorance.

Hadn’t I heard of IVF?

To my surprise, she was quite well-informed about the different procedures. It seemed strange that she should have gleaned all this from the sonologist.

I discovered that all three clinics were outreach for a gynaecologist with a thriving infertility (or fertility) practice. There were no referrals. Patients walked in because they wanted to. Mothers-
m neither big nor shiny nor state - of - the – art. front with the postmodernist chic of sleek steel, womby Perspex and plush leatherette hide, we advanced doctors are about as hep as pre - Spielberg dinosaurs. 

 It ’s absolutely legitimate, if you consider it. People ask efficiency and accuracy. Machines are more efficient and accurate. They leave evidence - based information: issue, images. Facts. 

 So far, doctor and patient are both on the like side of the fence. Like Sanju ’s mother, I too need an effective and accurate report, numbers, images. Facts. 

 To me, these facts are merely information. I need my own brain to process and interpret this datum, then match it against the specifics I ’ve gleaned from examining Sanju. 

 To Sanju ’s mom this last dance step is redundant. She sees the doctor as an irritating chaperone in her mad romance with technology. 

 If you think that ’s an exaggeration, consider this. 

 The slum where Chhaya populate has no water provision, no sanitation, no ration workshop. But it hold three ultrasound clinics. When Chhaya had been marry three months, her mother - in - law took her for her first sonography. Chhaya recalled it with a sense of occasion, and I realised the ultrasound was some kind of rite of passage. 

 “ What was the ultrasound for? ” I asked. 

 “ Special treatment, so that I can have a baby. ” 

 Chhaya was a civilized girl, it embarrass her to have to explain the basics to a doctor. Three sonograms and no pregnancy subsequently, her mother - in - law pointed out that she had spent adequate on this bride, it was fourth dimension her son found another. 

 Chhaya then put in concert savings and borrowings and went in for a fourth ultrasound. 

 When I asked her how a sonogram could possibly help oneself her get meaning, she was openly contemptuous of my ignorance. 

 Had n’t I heard of IVF? 

 To my surprise, she was quite well - inform about the different procedure. It seemed strange that she should have gleaned all this from the sonologist. 

 I discovered that all three clinics were outreach for a gynecologist with a thriving infertility (or fertility) exercise. There were no referrals. Patients walked in because they desire to. Mothers-
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If yoy think that’s an exagheration, sonsider this.

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m neither big nor shiny nor state-of-the–art. the chic of steel, womby Perspex modern are about as as pre-Spielberg dinosaurs. perfectly legitimate, if you consider it. expect efficiency and accuracy. Machines are more efficient and accurate. They provide evidence-based numbers, images. Facts. So far, doctor and patient are both on the same of fence. Sanju’s I too need an efficient and accurate report, numbers, images. Facts. To me, these facts are information. I need my own brain to process interpret this data, then it against the specifics I’ve from Sanju. To mom last is redundant. She the doctor as an irritating chaperone in her mad romance with technology. If you think that’s an consider this. where Chhaya has water no sanitation, no But it has three ultrasound clinics. been married three months, her mother-in-law took her her first Chhaya recalled it with a sense occasion, and I realised the ultrasound was some of rite of passage. “What was the ultrasound for?” I asked. “Special treatment, so that have a baby.” Chhaya a polite girl, embarrassed to to the basics a doctor. Three sonograms and no pregnancy later, her mother-in-law pointed that she had spent enough on this bride, it was son another. Chhaya then together savings and borrowings went for a fourth ultrasound. asked how possibly her pregnant, she was openly of my ignorance. Hadn’t I of IVF? To my about the different procedures. It seemed strange that should have gleaned all this from the I discovered that all three clinics were outreach for a gynaecologist with thriving infertility practice. There were no referrals. Patients walked in they wanted to. Mothers-
m neither big nor shiny nor staTe-of-the–art. faced WitH thE pOstmOderN chic of sleek stEEl, woMby Perspex and plush leatHeretTe SKin, wE MoDern dOctors aRE aBOUt aS hEp As pRe-sPiElberG diNosaurs.

it’s perfectLy lEgItimate, if you COnSider it. PeoPle Expect efficiEncY and acCuRacY. machiNes Are moRe effiCIent anD accurate. thEY proviDE evidenCE-BaSed iNformation: numbers, IMaGEs. Facts.

So far, doCtor anD pATiENT arE boTh on the samE sIde of THe fence. lIkE sANju’S Mother, I too neeD an efficienT And AccuraTe RepORt, numbErs, imAgES. FaCts.

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To SAnjU’s moM ThiS last Step iS redUnDant. SHe sees The doCtOr as an irritatinG chaPerone in hEr mAd RomAnCe witH TechnoLogY.

If You thinK that’s aN ExaGgERATiOn, consider this.

The sLuM WHeRe Chhaya Lives hAS nO wATer supplY, nO saNitaTIOn, no rAtioN ShOp. But it hAs threE UlTrAsound cLiNics. WhEn chhAya Had beEN marRied thRee monthS, her mOTher-in-law took hER for her first uLTrASOuND. ChhAya Recalled it wIth a SEnse Of ocCAsIon, ANd I reAliseD tHE uLTrasound was some kind Of Rite of PassaGe.

“What was the uLtrasound fOR?” i Asked.

“SpeCial TReATment, so that I caN have A baby.”

ChhayA Was a poliTe girL, it embarRassed her TO Have to exPlaIn tHe bAsiCS To A doctor. Three sONOgraMs And no prEgnAncy latEr, hEr mOthEr-iN-lAw pointed Out that sHe HaD sPeNt eNough ON this briDe, It wAs TimE her sON found AnothEr.

ChHaYa THen Put togeTHeR SAvinGs AnD borRowInGs and Went IN foR a fourtH ultrasouNd.

WHEn I aSkEd Her how a Sonogram could PoSsibly help HeR geT pregnANT, she was oPenly contemptuous of my igNOrance.

HAdn’T I heaRd of iVF?

To my suRprIse, she Was QUite weLl-infoRmed aBoUt tHE DiffeRENt ProCeDures. It seeMED stRange ThAt shE should Have gleaned all this FRom The sonologist.

i diScovEREd ThaT AlL ThrEe CLinICS were outreach foR a gynaecolOgISt With a thrivINg iNfErtilitY (or fertIlity) PRactice. there were No referraLs. patiENTs wAlked in becAuse they Wanted to. MOThers-
m neither big nor shiny no r state-of -the– art . F ac ed w iththe postmodern chic  of sleek steel, womby  Pers pe x  and pl ush l eathere t te s kin ,we  mo de r ndocto rsare abo ut as hepaspr e-Spielbergd in osaurs.

I t’s  perfectly l egi timate ,ify ou co nsi der i t. Peo p le exp ect effic ie n cy and accurac y .  M achi nes are more effi c ie n t and accurate . They  p r ov i d e e vid ence-based  i nform a tion: n u mb e r s , i m ages. Facts.
So far, do c tor  and p at ien t  are b oth o nt hesame side o f th e fence.Like S a nju’s m o ther, I  too n eed  an  eff i ci en t a nd acc u ra ter epo rt, numb er s,  imag es.F a c t s.
Tome,these  facts are on lyinfo r mat ion.I nee d my  o wn br ain to  proc es s and interpret  thi s data, t hen  m atc hit ag a inst t hespe cificsI’ve gl e ane df r o mexamining Sanju.
To S an ju’s mom  thisl as ts tep is r ed und ant. S he se es t h edoctor a s an i r ri ta ting ch ap eronein  he r m ad ro m ance  withtechnolo gy.
I f you think th a t’s an exagge r at i o n, cons ide r this.

Th e sl u m wh ereC hh aya lives  hasno wa t er supply, no sanit at ion, n o rat ion shop. But  it has th r e e  ultraso undc li n ics. When Chha ya ha d been mar r ied thre e mon ths, her  mother-i n - law took  he r f orher f ir st ultrasound . Chha ya  recall edit with  asen seofoc casion, a nd I rea li se dth e u ltras o und wasso meki ndof ri t e of p assag e.
“W ha t  wa s the u l tr a s ound  f or ?” I  as ke d.

“ Spec i altreatme nt, so th atI  can  h av e a bab y.”

Chhaya w as  a politegi rl,  it em b a rrassedher to have to explaint he basi csto adoct or. Three  so nogram s a n d no p regnan cy la te r,h e r mot h e r- in- la w pointedo u t t hat s he  had  spentenough on this bri d e,it was time h ersonf o un d a n ot h er. 
C hha y a  then put toget her saving sa nd  borrowing s  an dwent in  for afourt h  ultras ound.

Wh en I aske dherh o w a  sonogramcould po ssibly he l p her ge t pre gna nt, sh ewas  open ly con t emp tuous  of my  i gnoran ce.
Ha dn’t I h eard of IVF?

To my sur prise,  shewas  quite we ll- i nfo rmed abou t th e differen t p roc edure s.I t see meds tr ang e  that  she should ha v egle a n ed  all this f r o m  th e son olo g ist.
I di scovered that all three clinicswere o utr eac h  for  a  gynaecologist  wi th a  thrivin ginfertility  (or fer ti l ity)practi ce. Th ere wer e no referr als.  Pa tients wa lke di n becau se  t h ey wan tedto . Moth ers-
m neither_big nor_shiny nor state-of-the–art. Faced_with the_postmodern_chic of_sleek_steel, womby Perspex_and plush leatherette_skin, we modern doctors_are about as_hep_as pre-Spielberg dinosaurs.

It’s perfectly legitimate, if you consider it. People expect efficiency and accuracy._Machines_are more_efficient_and_accurate. They provide evidence-based information:_numbers, images. Facts.

So far, doctor_and patient_are both on the same side of the_fence._Like Sanju’s mother,_I too need an efficient and accurate report, numbers,_images. Facts.

To me, these facts are_only information. I_need_my_own brain to process_and interpret this data, then match_it against the specifics I’ve gleaned_from examining Sanju.

To Sanju’s mom this last_step is redundant. She sees the_doctor as an irritating chaperone_in her_mad romance with technology.

If you_think that’s an_exaggeration, consider_this.

The slum where_Chhaya lives has no water supply,_no sanitation, no_ration shop. But it has three_ultrasound_clinics. When Chhaya_had_been_married three_months, her mother-in-law_took_her for_her_first ultrasound. Chhaya recalled it with_a_sense of occasion, and I realised the_ultrasound was some kind_of_rite of passage.

“What was_the ultrasound for?” I asked.

“Special_treatment, so that I can have_a baby.”

Chhaya_was a_polite girl, it embarrassed her to have to explain the basics_to a doctor. Three sonograms and_no pregnancy later, her_mother-in-law pointed_out_that she had_spent_enough on_this bride, it was time her son_found another.

Chhaya_then put together savings and borrowings_and went in for_a_fourth ultrasound.

When I asked her how_a sonogram could possibly help her_get pregnant, she was openly_contemptuous_of_my ignorance.

Hadn’t I heard of_IVF?

To my surprise, she was quite_well-informed about the_different procedures. It seemed strange that she_should_have gleaned all this from the_sonologist.

I_discovered that all three clinics were_outreach_for_a gynaecologist with a thriving_infertility (or fertility) practice. There were_no referrals. Patients walked in because they wanted to._Mothers-