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"Doctor..jiska naam sunkr chote bche hmesha drr jaate h Pr bde hokr uss doctor ki position smjh paate h Doctor..jiske naam ka bchpan me the khel khalte Orr bde hokr doctor bnne ke sapne dekhte Doctor..jis naam ko sunkr hr koi proud feel krta Doctor..jo hmare body ke hr ghaav ko heel krta Doctor..jo hr tym hmari bimariyon ki negativity se cover rhta Orr hmari bdi se bdi bimari ko thk krne ki positivity se hme bhrta Doctor..jo duniyan me duaayen paane vala sbse rich insaan hota Orr sach khaun toh vo duniya me sbke liye ek alg misaal hota Doctor..jisne yhn tk phuchne ke liye bhut kuch choda h Kisi ki death ka gussa hmne hmesha uss pr fooda h Doctor..jise bhgwan ka dusra roop khte h Doctor..vo h jo hme nyi zindagi dete h "

Doctor..jiska naam sunkr chote bche hmesha drr jaate h
Pr bde hokr uss doctor ki position smjh paate h
Doctor..jiske naam ka bchpan me the khel khalte
Orr bde hokr doctor bnne ke sapne dekhte
Doctor..jis naam ko sunkr hr koi proud feel krta 
Doctor..jo hmare body ke hr ghaav ko heel krta
Doctor..jo hr tym hmari bimariyon ki negativity se cover rhta
Orr hmari bdi se bdi bimari ko thk krne ki positivity se hme bhrta
Doctor..jo duniyan me duaayen paane vala sbse rich insaan hota
Orr sach khaun toh vo duniya me sbke liye ek alg misaal hota
Doctor..jisne yhn tk phuchne ke liye bhut kuch choda h
Kisi ki death ka gussa hmne hmesha uss pr fooda h
Doctor..jise bhgwan ka dusra roop khte h
Doctor..vo h jo hme nyi zindagi dete h

#Doctors#RESPECT the doctors#nojoto

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"A night at causality - It was a smokey night. and road was without road light. darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it. Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit. A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident. Another one got a serious injury with some car dents. Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor. But hospital officials were busy in their laughter. His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor. She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed. This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed. That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow. He forgot his apron so he had to borrow. As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama. The drama of money and power. But after his entry that drama was over. He checked the condition of that injured man. To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can. He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant. After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place. That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace. Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man. She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma. Next day she read the newspaper. It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it. She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit. That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother. And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other. She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him. And this regret made her eyesight to be dim. She thought that she found a real god in a man. She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can."

A night at causality - 
It was a smokey night. 
and road was without road light.
darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it.
Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit.
A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident.
Another one got a serious injury with some car dents.
Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor.
But hospital officials were busy in their laughter.
His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor.
She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed.
This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed.
That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow.
He forgot his apron so he had to borrow.
As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama.
The drama of money and power.
But after his entry that drama was over.
He checked the condition of that injured man.
To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can.
He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant.
After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place.
That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace.
Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man.
She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma.
Next day she read the newspaper.
It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it.
She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit.
That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother.
And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other.
She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him.
And this regret made her eyesight to be dim.
She thought that she found a real god in a man.
She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can.

Doctor #Nojotovoice #doctor

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"Piles: A Very Painful and Dangerous Disease October 2012 mein mujhe ek problem hui thi….jab bhi mai kahin baithta tha ya bhaagta tha ya chalta tha tab mere bum mein se bleeding hoti thi. Kuch dinon tak maine iss cheez ko ignore kiya, kisiko iske bare mein kuch nahi bataya….Fir dheere dheere problem badhti gayi, bleeding badhti gayi….Mom Dad ko mere shorts ya jeans ke peeche khoon ka nishaan roz dikhne laga…Tab unhone mujhe poocha ki mujhe kya ho raha hai,mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai? Aur mujhe toh pehle se hi iss problem ke baare mein pata nahi tha ,main kya bolta…. Agle din mom dad mujhe check up karvane Lok Hospital leke gaye,tab vahan jaakar pata chala ki jisse main problem samajh raha tha voh ek bimaari thi. Dr.Steven naam ke doctor ne diagnosis se yeh bataya ki mujhe Pilonidle Sinus hai jisse aam bhasha mein Piles kehte hai.Jiss hospital mein mujhe diagnose kiya tha vahan mujhe immediately operation karne ka suggestion mila….Par doctor ka kehna tha ki uss operation se piles vapas  hone ke chances  kam nahi hai aur agar mujhe operation karvana hai toh mujhe hospital mein 1 din ke liye admit hona padega… Humein koi safe option chaiye tha isiliye humne kisi aur doctor ko consult karne ka socha. Dad ke friend ne ek doctor ka suggestion diya jo Piles ke field mein sab ka baap tha….Kahan kahan se log uske paas aakar apna operation karvake jaate the…Toh humne bhi try kiya. Yahan Panchpakhadi mein Dr.Lolge naam ke doctor ka clinic tha.Vahan mujhe lekar gaye,Checkup hua aur mujhe pata chala ki ab mere pass operation karvane ke alava aur koi option nahi bacha tha….Jaise Cancer mein 3 stages rehte hai, vaise hi Piles mein bhi the… 1st aur 2nd stages par dawai se Yeh thik ho jaata hai…Par jab 3rd stage par Piles ki bimari pohochti hai toh operation kiye bina voh thik nahi hota…Piles mere liye cancer se ladne jaisa tha. Doctors toh humein dilasa dene ke liye kehte hai ki kuch dard nahi hoga,5 minute ka operation hai….Par jab operation theatre mein mujhe le jaya gaya toh main bhi stress free tha ki Dr ne bola kuch nahi hoga toh haa baba kuch nahi hoga Trust me guys….Dard kya hota hai ye mujhe  uss din OT(Operation Theatre)mein Pata chala…..Doctor ne jo bhi kaha tha uska sab oolta hua…..Dard hua ,bohot dard hua…..Pata nahi uss doctor ne kahan kahan injections ghussaye the….kam se kam 6-7 baar toh injections maare hi honge….Aur 5 minute nahi,poore aadhe ghante tak operation kar raha tha voh doctor mera. Mujhe pehle hi bola gaya tha ki operation ke baad patient ko chakkar aate hai,aur usse operation ke baad 15-20 minute sona padta hai…Aur operation ke baad ke 5 din mujhe clinic mein checkup ke liye jaana hai… Aaj 6 saal ho chuke hai…aaj pehle se thik lagta  hai mujhe par fir bhi darr lagta hai ….ek khauf sa baith gaya hai dil mein….Aaj bhi jab mai kabhi checkup ke liye jaata hoon tab jo log vahan operation karvane aaye hote hai unko dekhkar apna dard yaad aata hai…OT mein jab voh injection maarte waqt patients ka dard se chillana yaad aata hai…."

Piles: A Very Painful and Dangerous Disease

October 2012 mein mujhe ek problem hui thi….jab bhi mai kahin baithta tha ya bhaagta tha ya chalta tha tab mere bum mein se bleeding hoti thi. Kuch dinon tak maine iss cheez ko ignore kiya, kisiko iske bare mein kuch nahi bataya….Fir dheere dheere problem badhti gayi, bleeding badhti gayi….Mom Dad ko mere shorts ya jeans ke peeche khoon ka nishaan roz dikhne laga…Tab unhone mujhe poocha ki mujhe kya ho raha hai,mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai? Aur mujhe toh pehle se hi iss problem ke baare mein pata nahi tha ,main kya bolta….

Agle din mom dad mujhe check up karvane Lok Hospital leke gaye,tab vahan jaakar pata chala ki jisse main problem samajh raha tha voh ek bimaari thi. Dr.Steven naam ke doctor ne diagnosis se yeh bataya ki mujhe Pilonidle Sinus hai jisse aam bhasha mein Piles kehte hai.Jiss hospital mein mujhe diagnose kiya tha vahan mujhe immediately operation karne ka suggestion mila….Par doctor ka kehna tha ki uss operation se piles vapas  hone ke chances  kam nahi hai aur agar mujhe operation karvana hai toh mujhe hospital mein 1 din ke liye admit hona padega…

Humein koi safe option chaiye tha isiliye humne kisi aur doctor ko consult karne ka socha. Dad ke friend ne ek doctor ka suggestion diya jo Piles ke field mein sab ka baap tha….Kahan kahan se log uske paas aakar apna operation karvake jaate the…Toh humne bhi try kiya. Yahan Panchpakhadi mein Dr.Lolge naam ke doctor ka clinic tha.Vahan mujhe lekar gaye,Checkup hua aur mujhe pata chala ki ab mere pass operation karvane ke alava aur koi option nahi bacha tha….Jaise Cancer mein 3 stages rehte hai, vaise hi Piles mein bhi the…

1st aur 2nd stages par dawai se Yeh thik ho jaata hai…Par jab 3rd stage par Piles ki bimari pohochti hai toh operation kiye bina voh thik nahi hota…Piles mere liye cancer se ladne jaisa tha.

Doctors toh humein dilasa dene ke liye kehte hai ki kuch dard nahi hoga,5 minute ka operation hai….Par jab operation theatre mein mujhe le jaya gaya toh main bhi stress free tha ki Dr ne bola kuch nahi hoga toh haa baba kuch nahi hoga

Trust me guys….Dard kya hota hai ye mujhe  uss din OT(Operation Theatre)mein Pata chala…..Doctor ne jo bhi kaha tha uska sab oolta hua…..Dard hua ,bohot dard hua…..Pata nahi uss doctor ne kahan kahan injections ghussaye the….kam se kam 6-7 baar toh injections maare hi honge….Aur 5 minute nahi,poore aadhe ghante tak operation kar raha tha voh doctor mera.

Mujhe pehle hi bola gaya tha ki operation ke baad patient ko chakkar aate hai,aur usse operation ke baad 15-20 minute sona padta hai…Aur operation ke baad ke 5 din mujhe clinic mein checkup ke liye jaana hai…

Aaj 6 saal ho chuke hai…aaj pehle se thik lagta  hai mujhe par fir bhi darr lagta hai ….ek khauf sa baith gaya hai dil mein….Aaj bhi jab mai kabhi checkup ke liye jaata hoon tab jo log vahan operation karvane aaye hote hai unko dekhkar apna dard yaad aata hai…OT mein jab voh injection maarte waqt patients ka dard se chillana yaad aata hai….

A very painful story this time.... Its true story..... It's my story 😔

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"Joke of the day There was once a little old lady and a little old man. They went ro the doctor and said" We want to have a baby.". The doctor said " Well will your age ot might not be possible." Thw pld couple said back to the doctor " We want to try anyway." The doctor aaid " Take this cup home and bring me a sample of your semen so I can run some tests. The old couple came back the next day and gave the doctor an empty cup. The doctor said " Didn't you understand that I need a sample of your semen so I can run some tests." The olman said" Look here doc when we got home she did it with her left hand, she did it with her right hand. Heck she even did It with her teeth in and even with her teeth out." The doctor said " Well what seems to be the problem?" The old man said" Yeah, but she still couldn't get the cap off the bottle." #NojotoQuote"

Joke of the day There was once a little old lady and a little old man. They went ro the doctor and said" We want to have a baby.". The doctor said " Well will your age ot might not be possible." Thw pld couple said back to the doctor " We want to try anyway." The doctor aaid " Take this cup home and bring me a sample of your semen so I can run some tests.
The old couple came back the next day and gave the doctor an empty cup. The doctor said " Didn't you understand that I need a sample of your semen so I can run some tests." The olman said" Look here doc when we got home she did it with her left hand, she did it with her right hand. Heck she even did It with her teeth in and even with her teeth out." The doctor said " Well what seems to be the problem?" The old man said" Yeah, but she still couldn't get the cap off the bottle." #NojotoQuote

Having a baby.

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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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"Doctor..jiska naam sunkr chote bche hmesha drr jaate h Pr bde hokr uss doctor ki position smjh paate h Doctor..jiske naam ka bchpan me the khel khalte Orr bde hokr doctor bnne ke sapne dekhte Doctor..jis naam ko sunkr hr koi proud feel krta Doctor..jo hmare body ke hr ghaav ko heel krta Doctor..jo hr tym hmari bimariyon ki negativity se cover rhta Orr hmari bdi se bdi bimari ko thk krne ki positivity se hme bhrta Doctor..jo duniyan me duaayen paane vala sbse rich insaan hota Orr sach khaun toh vo duniya me sbke liye ek alg misaal hota Doctor..jisne yhn tk phuchne ke liye bhut kuch choda h Kisi ki death ka gussa hmne hmesha uss pr fooda h Doctor..jise bhgwan ka dusra roop khte h Doctor..vo h jo hme nyi zindagi dete h "

Doctor..jiska naam sunkr chote bche hmesha drr jaate h
Pr bde hokr uss doctor ki position smjh paate h
Doctor..jiske naam ka bchpan me the khel khalte
Orr bde hokr doctor bnne ke sapne dekhte
Doctor..jis naam ko sunkr hr koi proud feel krta 
Doctor..jo hmare body ke hr ghaav ko heel krta
Doctor..jo hr tym hmari bimariyon ki negativity se cover rhta
Orr hmari bdi se bdi bimari ko thk krne ki positivity se hme bhrta
Doctor..jo duniyan me duaayen paane vala sbse rich insaan hota
Orr sach khaun toh vo duniya me sbke liye ek alg misaal hota
Doctor..jisne yhn tk phuchne ke liye bhut kuch choda h
Kisi ki death ka gussa hmne hmesha uss pr fooda h
Doctor..jise bhgwan ka dusra roop khte h
Doctor..vo h jo hme nyi zindagi dete h

#Doctors#RESPECT the doctors#nojoto

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"A night at causality - It was a smokey night. and road was without road light. darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it. Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit. A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident. Another one got a serious injury with some car dents. Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor. But hospital officials were busy in their laughter. His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor. She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed. This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed. That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow. He forgot his apron so he had to borrow. As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama. The drama of money and power. But after his entry that drama was over. He checked the condition of that injured man. To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can. He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant. After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place. That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace. Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man. She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma. Next day she read the newspaper. It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it. She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit. That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother. And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other. She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him. And this regret made her eyesight to be dim. She thought that she found a real god in a man. She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can."

A night at causality - 
It was a smokey night. 
and road was without road light.
darkness encircled the road and silence mixed with it.
Suddenly a collision of two cars took place in a bit.
A 20 years old boy had been died in the accident.
Another one got a serious injury with some car dents.
Injured man was now in trauma centre waiting for a doctor.
But hospital officials were busy in their laughter.
His sister started to yell at them and asked for the doctor.
She threatened that doctor on phone to making his hospital sealed.
This threat worked and after 15 minutes that doctor revealed.
That doctor was looking in a deep sorrow.
He forgot his apron so he had to borrow.
As he entered into the trauma, all hospital was now in drama.
The drama of money and power.
But after his entry that drama was over.
He checked the condition of that injured man.
To make him feel well ,He did all the efforts as he can.
He instructed his apprentice to get ready for bone marrow transplant.
After dripping sufficient blood , bone marrow transplant took place.
That girl was abusing him but he was ignoring that disgrace.
Operation was successful and he saved the life of that man.
She wanted to thank him but he had been left the trauma.
Next day she read the newspaper.
It was showing about his brother accident and another boy was died in it.
She read the name of the father of that boy and after this she seized for a bit.
That doctor lost his son in that accident who saved the life her brother.
And that bone marrow was also given by his son, not by other.
She was now in a tears and regrating about her behavior with him.
And this regret made her eyesight to be dim.
She thought that she found a real god in a man.
She was in shock that no one could take his profession seriously as a doctor can.

Doctor #Nojotovoice #doctor

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"Piles: A Very Painful and Dangerous Disease October 2012 mein mujhe ek problem hui thi….jab bhi mai kahin baithta tha ya bhaagta tha ya chalta tha tab mere bum mein se bleeding hoti thi. Kuch dinon tak maine iss cheez ko ignore kiya, kisiko iske bare mein kuch nahi bataya….Fir dheere dheere problem badhti gayi, bleeding badhti gayi….Mom Dad ko mere shorts ya jeans ke peeche khoon ka nishaan roz dikhne laga…Tab unhone mujhe poocha ki mujhe kya ho raha hai,mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai? Aur mujhe toh pehle se hi iss problem ke baare mein pata nahi tha ,main kya bolta…. Agle din mom dad mujhe check up karvane Lok Hospital leke gaye,tab vahan jaakar pata chala ki jisse main problem samajh raha tha voh ek bimaari thi. Dr.Steven naam ke doctor ne diagnosis se yeh bataya ki mujhe Pilonidle Sinus hai jisse aam bhasha mein Piles kehte hai.Jiss hospital mein mujhe diagnose kiya tha vahan mujhe immediately operation karne ka suggestion mila….Par doctor ka kehna tha ki uss operation se piles vapas  hone ke chances  kam nahi hai aur agar mujhe operation karvana hai toh mujhe hospital mein 1 din ke liye admit hona padega… Humein koi safe option chaiye tha isiliye humne kisi aur doctor ko consult karne ka socha. Dad ke friend ne ek doctor ka suggestion diya jo Piles ke field mein sab ka baap tha….Kahan kahan se log uske paas aakar apna operation karvake jaate the…Toh humne bhi try kiya. Yahan Panchpakhadi mein Dr.Lolge naam ke doctor ka clinic tha.Vahan mujhe lekar gaye,Checkup hua aur mujhe pata chala ki ab mere pass operation karvane ke alava aur koi option nahi bacha tha….Jaise Cancer mein 3 stages rehte hai, vaise hi Piles mein bhi the… 1st aur 2nd stages par dawai se Yeh thik ho jaata hai…Par jab 3rd stage par Piles ki bimari pohochti hai toh operation kiye bina voh thik nahi hota…Piles mere liye cancer se ladne jaisa tha. Doctors toh humein dilasa dene ke liye kehte hai ki kuch dard nahi hoga,5 minute ka operation hai….Par jab operation theatre mein mujhe le jaya gaya toh main bhi stress free tha ki Dr ne bola kuch nahi hoga toh haa baba kuch nahi hoga Trust me guys….Dard kya hota hai ye mujhe  uss din OT(Operation Theatre)mein Pata chala…..Doctor ne jo bhi kaha tha uska sab oolta hua…..Dard hua ,bohot dard hua…..Pata nahi uss doctor ne kahan kahan injections ghussaye the….kam se kam 6-7 baar toh injections maare hi honge….Aur 5 minute nahi,poore aadhe ghante tak operation kar raha tha voh doctor mera. Mujhe pehle hi bola gaya tha ki operation ke baad patient ko chakkar aate hai,aur usse operation ke baad 15-20 minute sona padta hai…Aur operation ke baad ke 5 din mujhe clinic mein checkup ke liye jaana hai… Aaj 6 saal ho chuke hai…aaj pehle se thik lagta  hai mujhe par fir bhi darr lagta hai ….ek khauf sa baith gaya hai dil mein….Aaj bhi jab mai kabhi checkup ke liye jaata hoon tab jo log vahan operation karvane aaye hote hai unko dekhkar apna dard yaad aata hai…OT mein jab voh injection maarte waqt patients ka dard se chillana yaad aata hai…."

Piles: A Very Painful and Dangerous Disease

October 2012 mein mujhe ek problem hui thi….jab bhi mai kahin baithta tha ya bhaagta tha ya chalta tha tab mere bum mein se bleeding hoti thi. Kuch dinon tak maine iss cheez ko ignore kiya, kisiko iske bare mein kuch nahi bataya….Fir dheere dheere problem badhti gayi, bleeding badhti gayi….Mom Dad ko mere shorts ya jeans ke peeche khoon ka nishaan roz dikhne laga…Tab unhone mujhe poocha ki mujhe kya ho raha hai,mujhe koi problem toh nahi hai? Aur mujhe toh pehle se hi iss problem ke baare mein pata nahi tha ,main kya bolta….

Agle din mom dad mujhe check up karvane Lok Hospital leke gaye,tab vahan jaakar pata chala ki jisse main problem samajh raha tha voh ek bimaari thi. Dr.Steven naam ke doctor ne diagnosis se yeh bataya ki mujhe Pilonidle Sinus hai jisse aam bhasha mein Piles kehte hai.Jiss hospital mein mujhe diagnose kiya tha vahan mujhe immediately operation karne ka suggestion mila….Par doctor ka kehna tha ki uss operation se piles vapas  hone ke chances  kam nahi hai aur agar mujhe operation karvana hai toh mujhe hospital mein 1 din ke liye admit hona padega…

Humein koi safe option chaiye tha isiliye humne kisi aur doctor ko consult karne ka socha. Dad ke friend ne ek doctor ka suggestion diya jo Piles ke field mein sab ka baap tha….Kahan kahan se log uske paas aakar apna operation karvake jaate the…Toh humne bhi try kiya. Yahan Panchpakhadi mein Dr.Lolge naam ke doctor ka clinic tha.Vahan mujhe lekar gaye,Checkup hua aur mujhe pata chala ki ab mere pass operation karvane ke alava aur koi option nahi bacha tha….Jaise Cancer mein 3 stages rehte hai, vaise hi Piles mein bhi the…

1st aur 2nd stages par dawai se Yeh thik ho jaata hai…Par jab 3rd stage par Piles ki bimari pohochti hai toh operation kiye bina voh thik nahi hota…Piles mere liye cancer se ladne jaisa tha.

Doctors toh humein dilasa dene ke liye kehte hai ki kuch dard nahi hoga,5 minute ka operation hai….Par jab operation theatre mein mujhe le jaya gaya toh main bhi stress free tha ki Dr ne bola kuch nahi hoga toh haa baba kuch nahi hoga

Trust me guys….Dard kya hota hai ye mujhe  uss din OT(Operation Theatre)mein Pata chala…..Doctor ne jo bhi kaha tha uska sab oolta hua…..Dard hua ,bohot dard hua…..Pata nahi uss doctor ne kahan kahan injections ghussaye the….kam se kam 6-7 baar toh injections maare hi honge….Aur 5 minute nahi,poore aadhe ghante tak operation kar raha tha voh doctor mera.

Mujhe pehle hi bola gaya tha ki operation ke baad patient ko chakkar aate hai,aur usse operation ke baad 15-20 minute sona padta hai…Aur operation ke baad ke 5 din mujhe clinic mein checkup ke liye jaana hai…

Aaj 6 saal ho chuke hai…aaj pehle se thik lagta  hai mujhe par fir bhi darr lagta hai ….ek khauf sa baith gaya hai dil mein….Aaj bhi jab mai kabhi checkup ke liye jaata hoon tab jo log vahan operation karvane aaye hote hai unko dekhkar apna dard yaad aata hai…OT mein jab voh injection maarte waqt patients ka dard se chillana yaad aata hai….

A very painful story this time.... Its true story..... It's my story 😔

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"Joke of the day There was once a little old lady and a little old man. They went ro the doctor and said" We want to have a baby.". The doctor said " Well will your age ot might not be possible." Thw pld couple said back to the doctor " We want to try anyway." The doctor aaid " Take this cup home and bring me a sample of your semen so I can run some tests. The old couple came back the next day and gave the doctor an empty cup. The doctor said " Didn't you understand that I need a sample of your semen so I can run some tests." The olman said" Look here doc when we got home she did it with her left hand, she did it with her right hand. Heck she even did It with her teeth in and even with her teeth out." The doctor said " Well what seems to be the problem?" The old man said" Yeah, but she still couldn't get the cap off the bottle." #NojotoQuote"

Joke of the day There was once a little old lady and a little old man. They went ro the doctor and said" We want to have a baby.". The doctor said " Well will your age ot might not be possible." Thw pld couple said back to the doctor " We want to try anyway." The doctor aaid " Take this cup home and bring me a sample of your semen so I can run some tests.
The old couple came back the next day and gave the doctor an empty cup. The doctor said " Didn't you understand that I need a sample of your semen so I can run some tests." The olman said" Look here doc when we got home she did it with her left hand, she did it with her right hand. Heck she even did It with her teeth in and even with her teeth out." The doctor said " Well what seems to be the problem?" The old man said" Yeah, but she still couldn't get the cap off the bottle." #NojotoQuote

Having a baby.

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"The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see." Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house. Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door. Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window. When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time. . As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in. . Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot." "That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were." "It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left. "No you're not." He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much. . Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud. As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him." "Neither do I." . At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name. "Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me. "Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying. "At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. . I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again. I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her."

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away. 
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else. 
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

The blue door was still the same as I had left it, and the pet door locked. Mrs. Mendonca hadn't believed it when Julie told her that this new paint would stay for 20 years. She had laughed, and said "We'll see."
Julie always said it was the door that attracted the cat to our house.
Earlier when she'd sit outside, we'd feed her milk in a bowl. After a month she started coming inside and we made her a pet door.
Julie called her Cinnamon, because of her coat. She lurked around the house wherever she liked and chased the pigeons outside the window.
When the neighbours heard about her, they started coming over to meet her, but she dashed away the moment someone came near her. She would escape from the door but always come back at night. Until one day she didn't. Julie said that cats were sensitive. She could tell that Julie didn't have time.
.
As I was unlocking the door, Mrs. Mendonca came out from her house and I waved to her. She smiled and went back inside. Strange. She would always beam with happiness when she saw me. I moved my trunk inside and settled in.
.
Mr. Rodriguez came knocking in the afternoon, while I was making tea. He was always a stern man, hardly talked to anyone in the neighborhood. "It that your car in front of my house?" he asked me. "Yes, Mr. Rodriguez, I didn't want to disturb anyone, so I parked in my old spot."
"That spot belonged to the Fonsecas, kind people they were."
"It's me. David Fonseca. You forgot me so soon?" I replied with a chuckle, even though it had been a year since we left.
"No you're not."
He mumbled something about letting strangers into the neighborhood and walked away.
Julie always said he was a strange man. She also said life would be hard after she died. I hadn't anticipated how much.
.
Later that day, on my way to the church I stopped by the curb and greeted Maria, the fish lady. She greeted me back and asked who I was. "Julie's husband. Julie Fonseca. Remember her. She bought crab from you every friday." "Mrs. Fonseca, I remember. Last time I heard she was sick and they took her for treatment," she replied as she kept looking at me, her eyes searching for something. "Yes, well she passed away a few months ago," this was the first time I was saying it out loud.
As I turned to walk away, Mrs. Marques came over and asked Maria who I was. "He says he's Mr. Fonseca. But I don't recognise him."
"Neither do I."
.
At the church, I went straight to Father Matthew. People had been acting strange, everyone seemed to have moved on with their lives, but Father would remember me. I saw him across the aisle and went over. He welcomed me into the church and asked my name.
"Father it's me, David," I began to think this was some prank they were playing on me.
"Unless the doctors who called me after the incident lied about you dying and gave you a new face, you're not David." "What incident?" I asked him, unable to make sense of anything he was saying.
"At the hospital, where Julie was in, there was a fire and David refused to leave Julie's side. They both died," Father said and left to tend to someone else.
.
I came back, dazzled by what he had told me. I couldn't imagine any scenario in which that could be true. I called the hospital. His story checked out. They said an old woman went into cardiac arrest just as the floor below them caught fire. Doctors lost her a few minutes after. Her husband David brought out a man in his 60s, who had passed out from the smoke in the corridor and went inside to get his wife. There wasn't any pulse and the doctors called time of death, but a few minutes later, he started breathing again.
I hung up and looked at myself in the mirror. The wrinkles were the same as they had been for many years, the hair at the sides of my head almost all grey. I thought maybe this was a dream and I'd wake up the next day and everything would be fine. Just as I was about to go to sleep, I heard a familiar purr on the door. It was cinnamon. I opened the door, she looked at me for a moment and then came right in, like she always did when I opened the door for her.

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