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    Alcoholic Doctor
    Alcoholic Doctor
    Alcoholic Doctor
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    Alcoholic Doctor

    By Anish Kurar

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    Retired orthopaedic consultant Dr. Anish Kumar Kurar has worked in three countries accruing a wealth of experience managing critical conditions as well as taking fundamental steps to succeed amidst a climate of harsh reality. From scarring childhood memories during an impoverished upbringing, he has managed to climb to the top of his profession. Childhood abuse, a shift to alcohol as an insurance measure during adulthood, and the intense clinical demands of medical practice has resulted in a tough exterior; the journey from his primitive youth to an experienced consultant has been no holds barred. He has been publicly acclaimed in the media and presented with international awards from the Saudi Arabian government. Dr. Kurar proves that a little bit of grit can go a long way. This is his story.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherClink Street Publishing
    Release dateJan 28, 2020
    ISBN9781912850631
    Alcoholic Doctor
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    Anish Kurar

    Dr Anish Kurar is a retired surgeon. This is his memoir about how the pressures of the job contributed to his alcoholism.

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      Alcoholic Doctor - Anish Kurar

      I started my life journey from the age of nine months, when I became aware of my existence on this beautiful planet, our good Earth.

      I was told in my childhood that what you sow is what you reap. I am approaching seventy years of my life. I am a retired Senior Orthopaedic Consultant. My family is middle class and I have three elder sisters and two elder brothers, myself to arrive last, and my great father and mother.

      My enjoyment of retirement comes from my memories of deeds that I did in my life as advised by God.

      My memories of my life go back to less than one year into my life, when I became aware of my existence: Myself in my father’s lap with my mother by his side, and standing outside the well-lit decorated hall on the occasion of the wedding of my eldest sister. I remember this because I was in my father’s lap wearing a fur coat of real tiger skin, yellow in colour with black spots. I liked this so much and my mother tried to stop me so many times but I could not resist chewing on the soft fur.

      When I was three years old, my second sister got married. I remember only because the marriage was in summer. Indian summers, with so many mangoes available. I still remember they were there in a big tub full of water and lots of ice. Because the family members were busy with their marriage, I with my cousins, we stole so many mangoes and thoroughly enjoyed them.

      The favourite ceremony came with the marriage of my youngest sister, sister number three in our family. I was only seven years old when I remember being in the over-decorated ceremonial wedding room. I still remember wearing my red jumper which my father bought me the same day of the wedding. My sister was the most beautiful bride, sitting with her girlfriends. No male members of my family were allowed in so they waited outside. My sister’s friends teased and mocked me. I went to my sister with a comb and asked her if she would comb my hair. My sister’s friends said, What are you going to do tomorrow without your sister?

      I came to believe in God when I was only six years old. My mother was a very religious woman and she used to go the Temple every day to pray. It used to be only five minutes from our home. She came to know soon that I had a deep and insightful faith in God. One day, along with my mother and father present in one room, my mother told my father, You know, your youngest son has got deep faith in God and he is only a six-year-old boy. My father looked at me and my mother and he said, Very good, both of you. Go to the Himalayas and pray there. He said it sarcastically, and I looked at my father. Believe me, he got scared and left the room.

      The most horrible moment of my life was when I was only an innocent seven-year old schoolboy. I was molested by an older boy, only eight years older than me. This boy was known to our family but not a relative, and used to live at a house far from my home. It was not intercourse, but by law, molestation. He returned the next day but by now I had come to know about his intentions. As I was growing, I tried to ignore him or avoid him, but when I achieved adolescence whenever I used to see him, I felt inside me as though I wanted to kill him. The reason of my hate and feelings was that he may be doing damage to someone else. The only thing that prevented me from doing this was my family, who were well respected. And the other reason was it was not worth going to jail for this worthless man.

      I grew up and then came to the UK to become an Orthopaedic Consultant.

      As all Asians, we have personally a great love of our home back in India. Every year, almost, we try to visit our home country. I used to do the same because I wanted to visit people back home. When I became a Consultant, my visits to India increased.

      Once, I went to India on a routine annual visit. One of my relations came to see me. He said, Do you remember the man who lives a few houses away from our home?, the man who abused me, his only son has committed suicide. I became completely blank. My relation asked me what happened. I said nothing. After some time, our relation left. I cried in my room alone. Sometimes I went to the Temple and put my head on our Gods feet and said thank you, so, you have done what is required. I came back. Believe me, until now, whenever the incident comes back haunting my memories, it’s hard for me to control myself, asking my God, please help me, you have helped me always to overcome this abuse.

      I believe all of these paedophile people, they have defective genes in their chromosomes. There is no way of preventing this from happening, nothing is effective. It is waste of time, manpower and money. Paedophile people are abnormal, they are all around.

      Almost in all cases, they know their victim and hit when the time is bad for one innocent one. I feel I am sure one day some scientist will find these defective genes present in these people. If the gene present is found earlier then these culprits’ acts can be prevented. I only pray to God. Please send someone with some wonderful discovery to save innocent people from these sick, ruthless, heartless people with abnormal behaviours, abnormal, unforgivable, unpardonable individuals to detect the defective gene before they act. Perhaps, even when they are born, early detection.

      I found from an early age of my life that I am very good at studies. I always used to come out on top in studies.

      My confidence grew with one incident I still remember. I was taking my Seventh Standard examination in my school. My uncle was staying at our home in Delhi because of his ill health due to a fracture of his right neck of femur. He was in Delhi for better treatment, because he came from a small city in UP India. He was recovering from the follow-up treatment at our home. He knew I was taking exams for the Seventh Standard. When I came back from school after my mathematics exam that day, he knew and he asked me how I got on. I said that I think I did well. He asked, Show me your question paper. I showed him and I had already written answers to the questions on my question paper. I told my uncle to take this back to check the answers. The answers were given at the back of the book. He checked the answers to all the questions. I was telling him, with the book in his hand and without seeing the book myself. I was telling him the page where the question is, the number of the question. the book page and the answer already written by me on the question paper. He said that it was very good and said well done to me. My father, as usual, came back for his free weekend. My uncle perhaps was waiting for him. I was not at home. He called my father and told him everything about me. He said for God’s sake, take care of your son, he is a lot more than above par. He knew the whole book, pages of questions, their numbers and answers. It was beyond my belief. Please take care of him. My father, after a few days, he said, Your uncle was saying about you, how good you are at studies. I said it was very nice of him.

      After a few days, I asked my father, I am doing quite well at school, why don’t you send me to a Higher Standard School?

      He said, My dear, I know, but I can’t afford it. Already, two of your siblings, one brother, one sister, they are studying in Boarding School.

      I told my father, Don’t worry father, I will try harder to do well at my school.

      I came to know that I was not a normal human being at the age of twelve. I noticed that when one group

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