Dr. Rohan was a 25-year-old doctor(Intern). He worked hard every day to help his patients. But he didn't get paid much. He only got 14,000 rupees per month.
This was not enough to cover his expenses. Rohan felt sad and frustrated. He had studied hard to become a doctor. He had sacrificed his youth and his social life to help others. But now, he was struggling to make ends meet.
As he walked to his small flat, Rohan couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. The rent was 10,000 rupees per month. He was left with only 4,000 rupees to buy food, pay for his phone, and travel to work.
He had to ask his parents for help. He felt ashamed that he couldn't take care of himself at the age of 25. Rohan thought about his friends who were also struggling. Dr. Priya had to travel two hours to get to work. Dr. Karan had to share a small room with three other doctors. They all worked hard, but they didn't get paid enough.
Rohan's mind wandered back to his college days. He had studied hard to become a doctor. He had spent long hours in the library, reading and studying. He had sacrificed his youth and his social life to help others. But now, he was struggling to make ends meet.
Rohan felt like he was drowning in a sea of expenses. He had to pay for his rent, food, phone, and travel. He had to ask his parents for help. He felt ashamed and frustrated. He didn't know how he would survive on such a low salary.
It was ironic that people thought doctors earned a lot of money. But they didn't know about the struggles that doctors faced. They didn't know about the long hours, the hard work, and the sacrifices that doctors made. Rohan wished that people would understand the reality of a doctor's life.
He wished that they would recognize the hard work that doctors did. He wished that they would pay doctors a decent salary. Rohan believed that if doctors were paid well, they would be able to provide better care to their patients. They would be able to focus on their work, without worrying about their finances.
Rohan's phone buzzed, breaking the spell. It was his mother, calling to check in. He forced a smile onto his face, not wanting to worry her. "I'm fine, Ma. Just busy with work." But as he hung up, he felt a lump form in his throat. He was not fine.
He was barely scraping by, and the thought of continuing like this for another year was daunting. Rohan lay in bed, feeling sad and frustrated. He was a doctor, for goodness' sake! He had spent years studying, sacrificing his youth and his social life to become a healer. And this was the reward? A salary that barely covered his rent, let alone allowed him to live a decent life?
The community and the government seemed oblivious to their struggles. They spoke of the noble profession, of the selfless doctors who worked tirelessly to save lives. But they didn't see the reality, the harsh truth that doctors like Rohan were struggling to survive. Rohan wished that things would change.
He wanted the government to recognize the hard work that doctors did. He wanted them to get paid a decent salary. Until then, Rohan would continue to work hard and dream of a better tomorrow. He would continue to help his patients, to make a difference in their lives. And he would hope that someday, things would change, and doctors like him would get the recognition and the reward they deserved.
Disclaimer:
The characters and events depicted in this story are fictional and not based on any real individuals or events. Any resemblance to actual people or situations is purely coincidental.
However, the struggles and challenges faced by the characters in this story are inspired by the true experiences of many interns and doctors in India. The story aims to highlight the harsh realities of a doctor's life, including low pay, long hours, and a stress full life, which are common problems faced by many medical professionals in the country.
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