Laser
Surgery Conference, 2014.
I am writing this at the end of a
long and tiring day, a Sunday when I could have been at home resting after the
rigors of last week although I must say that the mental exhaustion is far more
than the physical tiredness. But I guess you can’t avoid it when you spend all
day on screen- talking to a live audience watching you perform on giant screens
placed all around a stadium sized auditorium with everyone hanging on every
word of yours from morning to evening- so what in effect I am suffering from is
performance fatigue as familiar to every showman.
Now before you imagine any naught
things about me, let me assure you that the live show I am talking about here
relates to work- doing surgeries live on the big screen for the audience to
watch and learn- an audience I might add who has spent quite an hefty amount
for the privilege of watching me teach them how to do laser surgery. And it
would all have been well and proper if I had been previously prepared and
mentally ready to give the performance of my lifetime- but i was not- which is
the story i am going to share now.
Last week all of a sudden I got a
call from one of the local organizers of a prestigious state level laser
surgery conference who sounded desperate on the phone. He asked me if I could
do him a little favor and when I asked him what the favor involved he told me
that they had arranged a grand laser surgery conference for the coming Sunday
and had lined up eminent speakers and famous surgeons to do demonstration
surgeries to teach the conference attendees and now when everything was ready
and all the invitations were printed and sent out weeks ago, they were suddenly
one person short for the surgery team as one of the ladies on the panel had
pulled out citing some unavoidable circumstances. They had six surgeries lined
up for the day - six difficult procedures to showcase how lasers can be used-
and now they had just five surgeons and he wanted me to pitch in at the last
minute as a personal favor.
Now regular readers of this blog
would remember me bitchin’ often about how unless you are well connected
(second generation or so) or prepared to spend all your time ass-kissing you
cannot expect to be invited to these conferences which run purely on patronage
and quid pro quo. So even though I would be a nameless, faceless entity at this
surgical workshop for someone else had already had her name plastered all over
the invitations as the surgeon who would do the demo- I agreed to step in at
the last minute in the hope that at least now they would recognize my talent
and at least next year they would invite me as one of the recognized speakers
and not as a temporary stop-gap. But what really happened there was quite the
reverse.
So this morning when I reached the
venue for the conference I was quite surprised to see the magnificent
arrangements made by the local organizers- the host university. The auditorium
was quite large by normal standards of scientific conferences and the operation
theater set-up was first class. The first thing I did was go down to the wards
and check in with the local people on the types of cases- the patients and
their diseases- they had made available for the demonstration surgeries. The
post grad students in charge of preparing the cases told me that one of the
patients had suddenly taken a turn for the worse so the anesthetist had refused
to give fitness for surgery and hence they were down to five patients. Which
sobering news suddenly made me realize that I was now superfluous- my entire
journey had been made in waste.
Well, left at a loose end I just
went back to the auditorium and settled down to watch the conference with a
free mind- after all my whole day had just become free. So when the welcoming
ceremony and the felicitations on stage started I was surprised to note that
all six of the original invitees were on the dais - surprise, surprise
-including the unavoidable circumstance lady. Now I felt like a double idiot.
Why did they call me at all? And for what purpose had I made the long journey
on an early Sunday morning? Was it just to watch people who are second best to
me muff up their surgeries? While I who was a kick ass surgeon sat among the
watching audience. but the story was not done yet and there were still twists
to come.
After all the dignitaries on stage
had made their speeches, accepted their mementos and certificates from a
grateful conference host team there was a lull in the proceedings. It was right
about then that one of the organizers- the one who had called me originally-
sidle up to me and tell me that they still needed me to do the surgery I had
promised to do as one of the other surgeons had a sudden family emergency and
had to leave early- right after getting her memento. And he asked me which
surgery I would like to do? Nonchalantly I told him that anything would be fine
with me- I was equally competent at all surgeries. And that’s when he told me
to go down to the theater and start off the conference as the first surgeon – which
he put it to me as a marquee post and a great honor. So happily I traipsed down,
changed, put on gloves, mask, head-cap and the heavy duty black goggles we put
on for laser surgery to avoid damage to our eyes (the retina is very sensitive
to laser beams and so all laser surgeries require black goggles) from the
powerful laser rays and looking like a space suited astronaut I was ready to
start the surgery.
They hooked me up with a mike,
they positioned three powerful video cams for the live feed to the auditorium
and when the cameraman said we were live, I introduced myself (my only chance
to have at least someone know who was the real surgeon) to the audience
explained the procedure and started
doing the surgery. Immediately there was feedback from the auditorium
that I was going too fast for them to see properly and they requested me to
make my cuts slower which i reluctantly accepted for I am usually a very fast
worker. As I was working and explaining I kept getting questions from the
audience in the auditorium who were questioning my every decision during the
surgery and I had to keep convincing them as to why my decision was best.
There
was the usual assortment of cranks among the audience who kept asking questions
just for the limelight. One of the questions was why plastic surgery was at all
necessary- it is of no actual benefit to human health. For answer I asked the
old gentleman what kind of smart phone he had- whether an i-Phone or a Galaxy
something or the other and then hectored him with the knowledge that as long as
any basic phone can make and receive calls why go for smart phones? Why pay
extra? Because the smart phones add value beyond making calls. Similarly
plastic surgery adds value to basic health and makes a healthy life happy. And I
then reminded him of Steve Jobs dictum on the first “i-Phone” as an “aspirational
device" which everyone would value and taking the analogy forward told him
that plastic surgery too is an aspirational specialty as everyone wants to look
good and was there anyone, anyone at all in the audience who had not looked at
the mirror before coming out of the house that morning? By then I had completed
the surgery and I told the PG student assisting me (a nice looking girl) to
call up the organizers and inform them to send down the next surgeon for the
subsequent surgeries.
So after washing up I was getting
ready to go back up to the auditorium when the organizers as a group came up to
me and started fidgeting. I could see that something was up but did not guess
how far they had screwed up things. After a little hemming and hawing the
chairman of the scientific committee said that the others had all left. As I
stared flabbergasted at them they said that the other surgeons on the panel had
one family emergency after another, had relatives visiting, had children crying
and all sorts of excuses to give and they had all left the place leaving me to
hold the can. I felt like asking them how stupid they could be to let all those
“experts” escape like that and how all these emergencies had suddenly developed
only after the welcome function and certificate (memento/shawl) distribution. To
me it looked clearly like a case of cold feet. They had come expecting
something else but having taken a look at the large and hostile audience they
had quaked and run away on flimsy excuses and the organizers had allowed them
to leave without holding them to account.
Anyway the organizers were now
requesting me to complete the rest of the surgeries- all five at a stretch
single-handedly. For a minute I thought of screaming at them, throwing a temper
tantrum and just walking away like everyone else had done. After all who could
stop me? I had taken no payment from
them and made no firm commitment beyond one case. But when I looked around everyone
especially the poor students from the host institution were watching me
expectantly and I could see they were thirsting to learn something from me
today.
And there were also the patients
to think of, the poor patients who had all been told they would get to have
their surgery today and had been waiting for days for the surgery. After that, I
just didn’t have the heart to walk away and leave them to stew on their own
juices. So I agreed like the sacrificial goat to do the rest of the surgeries
on my own and went on to do the first three before lunch and hurried away to
eat a couple of spoonfuls of curd rice (I had to avoid sleepiness) before
getting back to the theater to finish the remaining two surgeries. Late in the
evening, after wrapping things up I accepted the organizers empty thanks and
then started back home.
As I came back home this evening,
all the way back I was thinking of what had gone on today. I had spent an
entire Sunday working like a donkey doing case after case for free. I had spent
my own money on petrol to travel to and fro from the university venue situated
outside the city limits. For the price of two spoonfuls of curd rice I had done
five surgeries and had answered question after question (while doing the
surgery too) leaving my throat dry. And all the while no one knew that it was I
who was doing the work. My name was nowhere on the invitations- the ladies who
had run away had got all the name fame and certificates for doing a splendid
job. All I had was back pain, a stiff neck, a raw throat and mental fatigue. So
what did I actually achieve?
Well for one, I got my lesson. I
gained firsthand knowledge about how things actually work in the real world. How
people can get others to do their work for them in the background while they
bask in the limelight getting all the recognition. I also realized that I am
not as clever as I thought I was- it was a wake-up call for me to be more
streetwise and not fall a prey to such tactics again. I learned that I still had a lot to learn
about life - even if I knew a little about surgery - that there are umpteen numbers
of excuses to get out of firm commitments. I learnt that giving our word is no
longer sacrosanct and people don’t always keep their word. I learned that organizers of conferences who
go after famous names are at their mercy and have to beware of being tripped up
by those very same big names. And I learned that when push comes to shove I don’t
have the heart to abandon a challenge but am ready to bear the cross of others
failings too.
So at last I came away filled with
equal parts contentment and equal parts chagrin. The chagrin because once again
I was the nameless faceless entity working hard behind the scenes for others
success. The contentment because- all said and done- minus the affront to my
ego and my envy at the well connected few- I got something out of this
experience that I had never imagined I could get- I got to strut my stuff on
the big screen, live, all day long, with my own dialogues and no one to say cut
or action or to edit me. Even the biggest stars get just 3 hours on the big
screen and here I was a rookie- with thrice that screen time. And so I have finally
made my big screen debut and all the pain and fatigue finally sounds worthwhile.
And in the end the take home message- damn I love the big screen. Plus- I have
arrived- a new star is born. Take that, you guys.
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