Somewhere on line it says that it will take 123 years for the average Indian to attain the standard of living of the present average American. I wish it were much much sooner. I am in my early sixties and considering the fact that the average age (average life span) of an Indian is just sixty six years I have not all that long to live. Be that as it may.
What I want to say is that whenever I read about the Medicare and Medicaid in the United States my mind is flooded with envy because in matters of health I am forced to depend solely on my predetermined fate which according to Einstein dances to a mysterious tune intoned in the distance by an invisible piper!
I wish it were not so. But there is no help for it right now. All that I can say right now is that there is very little solace in the fact that our economy is growing at 9% or so and our exports will be US$400 billions by 2012 (or is it 2014?) by which time, if still around, according to statistics available regarding life expectancy, I shall be dipping into the barrel of my ‘bonus years‘.
To make matters worse, although I am categorised as a person who belongs to the 13% of our population written off as senior citizens and one who belongs to the 80% of citizens who live on $1 or $2 a day I find visiting a general medical practitioner a financial no-no mostly.
All I can take a rather sickly solace from, sans sickness benefit of any kind, is the fact that in spite of my own convoluted life style I am still alive and kicking and hope the invisible piper doesn’t change his tune too soon.
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