Doctors working in private medical hospitals work are under severe pressure from the management for whom nothing else matters except profit–profit with a capital P.
Mamata Banerjee’s efforts to generate employment in West Bengal through big ticket investment have fallen through. Her government won’t act as a facilitator for ensuring land to industrialists as it runs counter to her policy of letting farmers decide whether they would part with their land or not. This hands-off policy has made prospective investors stay away from investing to set up industries in Bengal. Acquiring land has proved to be the major bottleneck for growth of infrastructure and industry in the state.
It’s been a long time private hospitals in West Bengal are taking people for a ride. Profit is their sole motive. And ‘service’ is strictly no-no. Whenever a patient lands in their territories, his or her families are at their mercy. Doctors (barring a few), overpowered by greed, have become depraved mercenaries.
Medical negligence and a large number of doctors’ utter irresponsibility and unethical practices have been a serious issue for years. Unfortunately, the previous government led by the CPI(M) patriarch, Jyoti Basu, who was in the saddle for more than 23 years, didn’t bother to look into the matter.
Attention Uber users! The next time you hail an Uber car in Kolkata, be alert and watchful.
The San Francisco-headquartered taxi hailing service is luring customers by sending false messages and thereby fleecing people.
I received a message on March 8 saying “Prices dropped. Ride exclusively at Rs 6/km on ubergo. Use code TARATARI. Valid till March 9.” Continue reading
When people make bad decisions, weird remarks or just plain silly mistakes, the results are sure to haunt them. But when these things happen to the president of the US, they can change the course of history.
Dr Jack Preger has been working selflessly for the poor in Kolkata since 1980. But few heard his name as he’s self-effacing and always preferred keeping him out of public eye.
As the Commander drove up the mountain, east Sikkim with its sylvan surroundings beckoned. A languid morning sun caressed the snow-capped peaks. Sleepy hamlets lazed, scattered and aloof on the undulated cascades of terraced fields.
From the window of my jeep, I watched mesmerized the magic mountain’s changing shades, criss-crossed by mist and light. It was sublimity on earth; sublimity because the intervening days have taken away nothing from that long moment of wonder. After three hours of grueling drive from Gangtok, we reached Tssango.