Is Good Karma for real?
I first
heard the word ‘Karma’ when I was at
school, I had a little friend who shared her desk with me called Vidya, she had this habit of hitting her
forehead saying Karma every time she
did something stupid, so, for a long time Karma
to me was a word people used when they got angry or annoyed with themselves.
A little later, the same word got an entirely
different meaning to me when I found it in the menu of a roadside restaurant, ‘Vegetable Karma’ for only 25 Rs, everyone
reading this knows what it was supposed to be. right? Vegetable Korma-sort of a fancy name for curry, but in my defense
the restaurant owner wasn’t very good at English, in fact the menu of Chinese
dishes at his place hasn’t changed for years.
It was
only in the early 2000’s, courtesy a song by the Aussie band Savage garden
called ‘Affirmation’ that I
understood what the word Karma really meant-‘What you give is what you get
returned’.
I
didn’t pay much attention to it till I graduated from med school.
Being
part of the medical profession, irrespective of the fact whether we are a
doctors, nurses or technicians, on a day to day basis we are faced by numerous
ethical dilemmas, and on most occasions we have to make a choice, sometimes easy,
sometimes difficult, very difficult choices.
I have
seen karma demonstrate itself through different ways in the lives of most of
the people I have worked with for the last 2 years, I therefore consider it
very important to treat every single person I come in touch with the best that
I can offer, sometimes I have succeeded and on few occasions I have failed.
Off
late I have been wondering whether the good deeds we do actually come back to
us, I know for a fact that the bad things we do come around to bite us sometime
or the other, but regarding the good things- I wasn't so sure.
Then, Saturday happened.
Lately
my bike has been going through kind of a rough phase, I haven’t been washing it
as regularly as I was before, it has been a long time since I got it serviced
and the oil tank has started leaking.
Actually
It has been leaking for quite sometime now.
When I
finally got a day off from work, I decide to cheer my bike up by taking it to
the service station, and behold, all the service slots in the station were
full, and so was showroom.
With
difficultly I got hold of a service engineer, A tall man with a bearded face
and frizzy hair.
He
looked at my bike and then looked back at me with a sarcastic expression, I
know that expression very well-I often give it to patients who treat their body
without the respect it deserves, I’m quite sure that was exactly what he was
trying to tell me.
“Do
you know what damage this can do to your engine sir”? He asked me.
Pretty
much, the same way I ask people what damage smoking does to their heart?
In a
very professional manner he described to me the present condition of the bike,
what could go wrong and what would need to be done.
“Well,
I’m going to run some tests and then I’ll tell you what is wrong with your vehicle,
the whole process may cost you anywhere between 350 bucks to 10,000 bucks
depending on what damage has been done”.
His
tone was very similar to mine when I've spoken to patients about various
treatment options and their costs.
Clearly
Karma was doing its thing.
He made me sign on a paper and went into the
overcrowded service station with my bike.
I
waited in the customer lounge, my hands gripping each other, I tried to look through
he window to get a glimpse of my bike, no use. Neither the service engineer not
the bike were anywhere in sight.
Ten minutes
went by and I decided to walk into the station and see what was happening.
Vroom….. the engineer drove out with my bike.
“The
tests were negative, your bike is safe”. He said smiling.
Hurray!
I was relieved.
“I am
never going to treat you bad dear”. I told my bike
Karma
was alive, but it wasn’t done with me yet.
The
service engineer escorted me to the billing section; I watched curiously to see
what would happen.
“Charge
him 5 rupees”. He told the handsome young man sitting behind the desk.
5 Bucks!!! I thought to myself, Wow!!! I must’ve done something really good the last few weeks at the hospital.
There
wasn’t any change in my purse. I offered the billing guy a note of a much
higher denomination; he just laughed and looked at the service engineer.
“Don’t
worry, I’ll pay your bill”. He said and walked out.
I
couldn’t believe what was happening.
Good Karma was real.
Many
times I have given patients great news, many times I have helped them get things
done quickly, and on many occasions I've treated them for free or at my own
expense.
My
good deeds were finally paying off.
My
heart was bubbling with joy; I looked around and thanked everyone in the room.
This
was one heck of a ‘Service’ Station.
I
walked out of the lounge with a spring in my step.
The
engineer was standing next to my bike.
“Thank you so much”. I repeatedly said to him.
He didn’t
bother; I gave him my visiting card and offered him any assistance he would
need if he came around to the hospital where I worked.
“No
thank you” he said assertively
“My
grandfather died there last month and the month before that it was my grandmother”. He continued, clearly He didn't care much for my offer.
“Hundred
Bucks”. He said looking at me, No expression on his face, he looked around to
see if anyone was watching us.
“Excuse
me!” I said sounding surprised.
“That
will be hundred bucks sir”. He said in a placid tone.
“But
you just said 5 rupees inside”, I said.
He
nodded disapprovingly
“Hundred” he said again, no emotion no concern nothing in his voice.
“All
the hurry, all the kindness, it was always about the money right”? I asked him.
No reply
I took
out the money from my purse and gave it to him. He stuffed it into his pockets
and walked away
Throughout
the ride back home I tried to justify his actions, nothing could compensate for
the fact that he had just conned me and cheated his company.
Guess I was just being a sentimental idiot after all.
Guess I was just being a sentimental idiot after all.
There
is a verse in the Bible where Jesus asks his disciples if when he returns,
would he find any faith on this earth?
2000 years later, I not sure if I can confidently say ‘Yes’ to that question.
I
guess the 89 year old man who sits next to me every Sunday with his hands folded in prayer would beg to differ.
Good or
bad at least karma exists in some form or the other.
For
now I’m not going to let one bad incident hinder me from trying to do to others
what I want them to do for me.
Until next time,
TGV
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