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Thursday, 27 March 2014

Elephants, Lord Ganesha and the Indian Independence Movement




Ganesh Festival, Bombay 1987

I remember it like it was yesterday.  It was 1987 and we had just arrived in Bombay (as it was then) around 5 weeks into my first sojourn into India.  By this point we were probably a slightly sorry looking and certainly grubby group of 3.  Goodness knows what the staff thought when we decided to ‘splash out’ and have tea in the Taj Mahal Palace Hotel (costing the equivalent of 50p each at the time I recall – which seemed extortionate compared to what we were used to paying).  I definitely felt very out of place among the other guests: women looking immaculate in beautiful shalwar kameez or saris in stark contrast to my very worn jeans and T-shirt.

Unplanned by us, we had arrived just in time for the annual Ganesha festival.  The streets were full of people dancing, throwing red powdered paint everywhere and statues of Ganesha being paraded down towards the beach.  Chowpatty beach was filled with people taking the clay Ganesha statues down to the sea, to float away and dissolve back into the water – symbolically representing the cycle of creation and destruction. So sad to think of that same location – including the Taj Mahal Hotel – in 2008 being the scene of an horrific terrorist attack, killing at least 167 people.





Elephants feature prominently in our household.  My son is mad about elephants - he insisted the website logo had to include an elephant.  Our house has many elephants but one large cuddly elephant called Peanuts (who made his way via Ikea) seems to dominate.  But woe betide anyone who says he is a cuddly and not a real elephant.  For Peanuts (my son loves stories and has a fertile imagination) eats millions of peanuts every day (and only peanuts) and robs banks all round the world to fund his peanut consumption.  He leaves his clone in place in the house while he is away so it looks as though he is still there.  Nothing I say can dissuade him from robbing banks (a criminal activity, very wrong, police will be onto him etc.) – surely the real cause of the world’s economic crisis.  Recently Peanuts pronounced himself King of Elephants – then decided he was not only King, but also the God of elephants, at which point I said I would call him Ganesha since there is only one elephant God.  Such is the rich imaginary world of life with a 12 year old.

Last Saturday we decided to make use of Susen’s British Museum membership and have a look at the Viking exhibition currently on.  The exhibition was busy and we were given timed tickets, with 20 minutes to wait.  After our thali lunch at Masala Zone, it was perfect timing to have a look round the small (free) Ganesha exhibition that was also on.

Rather frustratingly, the exhibition had been sponsored by the Japanese Asahi Shimbun Company (a major national newspaper in Japan), instead of Indian sponsorship – which seemed slightly incongruous.  There were several images of Ganesha including one contemporary picture of Ganesha with a cricket bat - which made me smile, also a shrine to Ganesha and a short video about the manufacture of statues of Ganesha.  To the uninitiated, I have to say it does seem quite bizarre worshipping an elephant God – not to mention a clay statue of an elephant God.  Through my own medium of Buddhism, however, I can relate to it in terms of what that figure is representing.  So a Buddhist might bow down before a rupa or statue of a Buddha, symbolising the aspiration or worship of the ideal of Enlightenment.  In the same way, Ganesha in Hinduism is said to represent wisdom and the remover or creator of obstacles and this is what is worshipped.

The video showing the hand crafting of the statues was fascinating.  First a mould has to be made by covering a statue with latex.  This mould once dry is then filled (by hand it seems) with a mixture of clay and a straw-like material.  When set, the latex mould is removed and the idol is then painted by hand[1].

The exhibition also featured a section on Bal Gangadhar Tilak – also known as  Lokamanya Tilak – an Indian Nationalist Leader.   Born in 1856 in British India, as it was then, he was a journalist, social reformer, lawyer and early prominent leader and activist for Indian Independence.  It was Tilak who started the worship of Ganesha as a public festival – known as Ganesh Chaturthi.  The British had banned Indians holding large gatherings for political purposes, with an exception for religious festivals.  By promoting the worship of Lord Ganesha at a well-organised public event Lokamanya Tilak could bring people together and promote nationalism under the guise of a religious festival – a festival still celebrated long after India gained its independence.

Time then for the Vikings and a whole different story – and one that almost certainly made up some of my ancestry - with family roots in Scotland, North of England and Denmark.  Then a cup of tea and home.





[1] This hand crafting has, apparently, been overtaken in some parts by a more mass production of idols using Plaster of Paris, leading to environment problems.  Heavy metals used in the production were leading to water contamination, together with accumulation on the sea or river bed of non-biodegradable parts of the statue.  The local authorities have been trying to encourage original clay moulds only, or non-destructible statues that are only symbolically immersed in water and then re-used.




Monday, 17 March 2014

The Indian Army in World War 1 – National Army Museum

[caption id="attachment_1200" align="alignleft" width="300"]See bottom of page for photo attribution The Indian Memorial at Neuve Chapelle.
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Sometimes it’s very easy to forget that I live in one of the world’s great cities. Some of our activities from movies, to theatre to restaurants have been reviewed on these “pages”. This week I went to two lectures which were outstanding and made me grateful to be a resident of London; firstly, Professor Timothy Snyder gave a lecture at the LSE on the Origins of the Final Solution, and secondly, Professor Sean McMeekin at Pushkin House lectured on Russia in the World War 1 (WW1). Snyder’s lecture is available as a podcast (http://www.lse.ac.uk/IDEAS/events/events/2014/14-03-11-Snyders-.aspx) and I would urge you to watch for his ability to marshal the facts and for the sheer quality of his analysis. McMeekin was good too, but it was his misfortunate that I heard him the day after Snyder. If it was intended that such lectures boost the authors’ marketing and sales efforts then in my case the strategy succeeded for their books are now waiting for me.

WW1 booksPart of the draw for me to McMeekin’s lecture was, of course, that it is the centenary of the beginning of the World War 1, and I have numerous books on the subject waiting to be read.  I’ve begun to re-read Barbara Tuchman’s seminal Guns of August, although it is now rather dated. Nevertheless it is a good beginning. There are many other events on WW1 and I was able to go to The National Army Museum where it was hosting a day on The Armies in 1914. Among the presentations was one on The Indian Army given by Major Gordon Corrigan of The British Commission for Military History.

Corrigan, formerly a major in the Gurkhas, gave a very good overview of the Indian Army particularly in 1914; in addition, he related a number of interesting facts about Indians and their army. At the outbreak of the war in August 1914 the British Army in the UK numbered only about 125,000 men, and about half were required for home defence. By contrast the Germans, French and Russians were able to mobilise millions of men. It would take time for the UK army to be expanded and so one of the key sources was the Indian Army which was all volunteer and regular.

The Indian Army was probably not well prepared for any conflict largely because of budgetary constraints. Its equipment was a little dated but this was easily remedied on their arrival in Europe.  The Indian Army was not typical of the Indian population in that most of its servicemen were from the martial classes, mainly Sikhs, Pathans, Gurkhas and Dogras. Major Corrigan pointedly said that he would rather twenty Sikhs behind him in battle than a hundred Spaniards which is rather unfair on Spaniards but shows the regard in which Sikhs are held by the British.

The martial classes Corrigan continued often lived in areas of India that were mountainous, cold and where there were numerous wars. Thus these classes merely changed their employers. Regiments and companies operated on class lines composed entirely of one religion. Each company at least had their cook and cookhouse where food for each religion could be cooked. Coming to Europe created some potential problems. All religions were prepared to eat chicken, and lamb providing they were butchered according to their customs. Rice grown in the south of France was procured and atta, flour, was brought from India. No groups had any issues in using frozen or tinned meat.

Muslim imams, Hindu and Sikh priests were it seems never sent abroad. Apparently one lost one’s caste if one travelled abroad but caste could be restored on payment of a donation. No Indian religion had any fear of dying; Muslims believed in a glorious death and Hindus that they would be reincarnated. When men died in battle there was always a co-religionist who knew and performed the rituals. Corrigan suggested that Sikhism had largely survived because of the British Indian Army since it recruited only those that followed the essential tenets, and that policy is followed by the Indian Army today. The Sikh cavalry that operated in Europe steadfastly refused to wear helmets; once when forced they put on helmets for senior officers and when out of sight threw them away, and retied their turbans.

Muslims were in particular put under great pressure by the Germans to mutiny or defect. With Turkey fighting on the German side the Germans believed Muslims could be seduced to join their “brothers”. Leaflets in Urdu were printed and fired into Indian Army trenches and positions. These leaflets were however greatly prized to be used as cigarette paper or toilet paper. Translations of letters that were sent home to India reveal there was interest in crops and marriages but no mention of disloyalty.

Generally the Indian Army was officered by men who had graduated in the Top 20-30 of their officer school class, whether Sandhurst or Woolwich for example. It was felt that an officer had to carry greater responsibility in the Indian Army e.g. managing different religions, and learning new languages. There were however many examples of situations where an NCO had to translate the officer’s words after the officer had left beginning: “What Sahib meant.....” Clearly language skills were not always perfect and competency in other subjects often meant that languages skills not tested. In a typical regiment there would be 11 UK officers with a doctor who might be Indian, and the NCOs were Indian. In the course of WW1 it was often difficult to replace officers because of the long time taken to train.

In September 1914 a large contingent of the Indian Army arrived in Marseilles to help relieve some of the pressure on the Allied armies particularly at Ypres, and did not fight as an individual unit but at company level integrated into the British Army. Overall the Indian Army in Europe, while small in numbers, succeeded in its mission, and were gradually replaced as the British Army grew in size. Thereafter the Indians fought in a number of campaigns including with Allenby in Palestine, Gallipoli, Salonika, and Mesopotamia (modern day Iraq), where it was felt their experience of the heat would be valuable forgetting many of the troops came from mountainous regions of India.

Many of the Indians wounded on the European battlefields were evacuated to military hospitals in Brighton and the Chattri Memorial, (see our post here) on the site of funeral pyres, is dedicated to those Indians who died. There is also a memorial to the Indian dead at Neuve Chapelle, France.  In all 43,000 Indians died fighting for the Empire, and 65,000 were wounded. It is a sacrifice that should never be forgotten especially in this anniversary period.

Indian Memorial at Neuve Chapelle photo: Author: Sir Herbert Baker (9 June 1862 – 4 February 1946) and Charles Thomas Wheeler KCVO, PRA (14 March 1892 – 22 August 1974 Carcharoth.  Reproduced under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License

'Speed' at Kali Theatre - a review

Speed‘It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife’.

Set in 19th century Britain, this opening sentence of Jane Austen’s ‘Pride and Prejudice’ will be familiar to many, together with Gurinder Chadha’s Indian film adaptation ‘Bride and Prejudice’.

Traditionally though in India it would not be the man or women looking for a spouse, but the parents and relatives.  The ‘ideal type’ for a wife or husband among educated or wealthy Indian families would perhaps include:

  • Doctor (preferably consultant) / PhD / MBA – from the top universities in either UK or US

  • Wealthy or potential to become very wealthy

  • No previous history – ie. has remained celibate / virginal, no boyfriends or girlfriends – not even a hint at fancying the opposite sex until marriage (this rule might be relaxed slightly for boys, never for girls)

  • Heterosexual (of course)

  • Same caste if Hindu

  • Devoted to parents and dutiful.

  • Girls only: good cook, passive and obedient.  Even if a doctor / PhD / MBA

  • Preferably light-skinned (yes, I know – racist overtones – but the preference exists)


This is an ideal type, of course, which only a tiny minority will actually be able to live up to.  Then there is the rest of us and Reality.

For many of us, myself included, your 20s was a time of insecurity and confusion, also excitement and exploration - and trying to work out what on earth you actually want to do with your life.  More so perhaps in a big city like London where anything and everything is on offer. I know there are some – and I have known some very impressive 20-somethings – who are admirably sorted, focused and pursuing their goals.  But I would suggest the vast majority of us, especially in the West, are bumbling along, trying to make sense of it all.  Add to that parental pressure to ‘settle down and get married’ plus your own internal pressure to find a ‘soulmate’ to settle down with and have babies – no big deal then, just someone to sleep with and live with for the rest of your life – and it can add up to much confusion, heartbreak and anxiety.

This is the territory explored by the play Speed, which we saw last week at the Tristan Bates Theatre in Central London.  Written by Iman Qureshi – herself a 20-something, and performed by the innovative Kali Theatre – it focuses on 5 characters brought together at an Asian speed dating event.  Through a series of dialogues between different pairings and monologues, each character reveals their individual search for identity.  There is Qal, the slick city banker who is struggling to acknowledge his attraction to other men.  Sara, in a pink wig and short dress, seems in reaction to, or in denial of her Pakistani Muslim heritage.  Drinking heavily, when asked where she is from she says ‘London’.  And where her parents are from? – ‘London’.  Shalini has just broken up with her white rich boyfriend and Nikesh is marking the first anniversary of his break up from his girlfriend by coming to the speed dating event.  Perhaps most movingly was Sammy – born a girl but changed gender to become a man.  He is here hoping to experience his first kiss with a woman.

Susen’s first response after the play was that ‘it wasn’t very Asian’.  But what exactly is an ‘Asian’ play?  It was a breath of fresh air to have contemporary writing that didn’t evoke the same stereotypes of family pressure to marry the chosen partner versus an ‘immoral’ western lifestyle of boyfriends and girlfriends.  These are the 2nd and 3rd generation immigrants who have been brought up with western liberties and values and it’s good to see a theatre production representing these 20-somethings as individual, sometimes conflicted characters like the rest of us - searching for and trying to create their identities in a reflexive, complex, late modern, liberal, multicultural industrialised society that is London today.

Friday, 14 March 2014

Remembering Tony Benn 1925-2014

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Sadly Tony Benn, the veteran Labour and Socialist politician, died in the early hours of this morning at the age of 88. Briefly he had been amongst the longest serving MPs, in the House of Commons from 1950 to 2001 and had served as a Cabinet Minister under both Harold Wilson and James Callaghan in the 1960s and 1970s.  He never occupied one of the great offices of state, was defeated in his run for Deputy Leadership of the Labour Party, over time developed much more socialist leanings and was a divisive figure.  But he was beloved by the Left for his commitment to socialist issues and for his passion and oratory.

It’s not widely known that Benn had a number of connections with India. His father, Viscount Stansgate, was Secretary of State for India from 1929-31 and Benn met Mahatma Gandhi as a boy.  It’s not clear at what age this meeting or meetings took place although Mishal Hussain was told by Benn it was when he was 12.  Based on Benn’s diaries he met Indira Gandhi a number of times.  Later he met Indira’s son, Rajiv, when Prime Minister of India, on a trip arranged by my father.

In the 1980s my father raised money in the UK for The Netaji Research Bureau in Calcutta.  Netaji of course was Subhas Chandra Bose, who had been a leading independence politician and had raised an army - the Indian National Army - to fight the British with Japanese help.  Netaji is believed to have perished in an air crash at the end of World War II.

The Netaji Research Bureau was run by Dr Sisir Bose, Netaji’s nephew, who had been instrumental in Netaji’s escape from house arrest by the British in 1941.  On trips to Calcutta we had visited the museum at Netaji Bhavan and made donations. With connections to Dr Bose through Calcutta Medical College my father raised money by soliciting donations from Indians and businesses in the UK.

Hunting for a speaker for the Netaji Memorial Lecture in Calcutta in 1989 my father decided to approach Tony Benn who was immediately taken by the idea.  Benn researched his father’s papers looking for material.  Together with Sisir Bose my father met Benn at his house in Holland Park to discuss arrangements and the lecture.  My father recollected that Benn had been unfailingly kind and courteous and offered numerous cups of tea.

Flights to Calcutta and accommodation were arranged and Benn duly delivered his lecture; sadly I do not have any idea of the contents.  Whilst in India a meeting with then Prime Minister, Rajiv Gandhi, was arranged I believe through the offices of Krishna Bose, a Congress MP and wife of Dr Sisir Bose.

It was reported in The Times that Benn, presumably on this same trip to Calcutta, had stayed at the Bengal Club, which was formerly a club for British expatriates, but an institution so beloved by Indians that they have taken to it after independence as a meeting place for its elite. At the Bengal Club Benn was asked if he was part of the Wedgwood Benn family and after replying affirmatively was embarrassed to be shown paintings of ancestor Wedgwood Benns in battle in India and receiving knighthoods. Clearly being a descendant of British imperialists did not sit well with Benn the modern socialist.

Even after his trip Benn was keen to keep in touch and sent my father an autographed copy of the latest edition of his diaries.  Later when my cousin and aunt came to London tickets to Prime Minister’s Questions and tea on the Members’ Terrace of the Houses of Parliament was arranged.

RIP a remarkable man who took pride in his links to India.

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Medicine - art, science or business?

A couple of years ago I had an ear infection.  I had never had an ear infection before and can honestly say it was the most painful thing I have ever had (I was going to say worse than childbirth but seeing as I had a planned caesarean under spinal anaesthetic which was completely painless, I wasn’t sure the comparison stood up).  The ear infection started at work one Tuesday morning when I was a trainee solicitor.  At lunchtime I went to a walk-in clinic where they gave me antibiotics.  By that evening, however, the side of my head had gone numb, was throbbing and I was convinced something serious was wrong so went to A&E.  More antibiotics and heavy duty painkillers.  5 days later, 3 days off work, 2 GP visits (more tablets) and it didn’t seem to be getting any better.  It was Sunday by this time and I was desperate.

Susen had an ‘uncle’ (a family friend and colleague rather than real uncle) in Birmingham who was an ENT surgeon (now retired) and he sought his advice over what to do.  His uncle kindly offered to see me that afternoon at his Birmingham house where he had a fully equipped clinic attached to the house where he used to see his private patients.  This shows how desperate I was as normally my middle class conditioning to not bother anyone, or be a burden would have won over.  Instead I gratefully agreed and we drove up to Birmingham.

As we sat in the lounge and chatted initially it was mainly social catching up, but I was also aware that Susen’s uncle was carefully watching me, looking at whether I could move my face and talk easily.  Examining me in his clinic, what struck me was his focus and craftsmanship in his work, obviously honed through years of experience.  It was his profession and an art.  He tactfully waited until Susen had gone to get something from the car to ask if I was pregnant (concerned about all the medications I was taking by that point) – just in case I was but Susen didn’t know (I wasn’t).  His diagnosis differed from the GP’s but turned out to be spot on.  I followed his advice and thankfully the ear infection cleared up over the next few days.

After the examination, we talked over tea and mishti (Bengali sweets).  He reminisced about meeting Susen’s father when he first came to the UK from his Calcutta medical college, about how pleased he was to find a fellow Bengali doctor and eating Susen’s mother’s lamb chops (not chops as we know them, but a spicy fried snack made with minced lamb or mutton).  He said something that struck me at the time, and has stayed with me.  Talking about his work as a surgeon he said he usually went in on a Saturday as it was his duty to see how his patients he had operated on the day before were getting on.  It was the use of the word ‘duty’ that was interesting.  For him, there was nothing about having to because of a rota, or concern about possible negligence if he didn’t.  Instead it was his duty to his patients to make sure they were OK and recovering.

I know quite a few doctors (and indeed had a long relationship with a doctor (of Indian origin) during my 20s) and it has long been the profession of choice for first and second generation immigrants to the UK, as a sure route to stability, money and status.  I have heard quite a few stories of counting down the minutes to 5pm then switching off their bleep on the dot of 5pm so that anything that happened after that was the on-call’s problem, not theirs.  Or now, as consultants, of being very well-paid for what they do – too much to consider leaving – but having very little interest in the practise of medicine, or duty to patients.  I am sure they are very good at what they do, but it’s just a job where you go in and do what you have to do, then leave.  Or of female GPs who keep on working their part-time hours purely because they earn too much from it to give it up – it pays for their children’s private school fees.

I absolutely understand that a lot of the behaviour of junior doctors was due to long hours on call, stress and overwork.  I am also sure there are many doctors out there who do have a sense of vocation and duty.  For Susen’s father, medicine – or surgery in his case – was his life.  It occupied both his working and leisure time, as he attended conferences, kept up with medical journals and set up groups and events in the UK for graduates of his Calcutta medical college.

But something has changed.  At the moment, many consultant’s contracts say they cannot be required to work at weekends – something Sir Bruce Keogh, medical director of the NHS is trying to change.  The absence of senior doctors in hospitals at weekends has been linked to higher death rates and complications at weekends than during the week, with an estimated 4,400 people dying every year as a result[1].  For similar professions in the private sector – such as law or accountancy - it would be rare to never have to work at weekends when required on occasion – although many doctors will use time at the weekends to practise privately.

Then there is the advent of evidence-based medicine, NICE[2] guidelines, protocols and care pathways which have all sought to change medicine into a science.  No longer relying on the doctor’s own clinical judgment from years of experience, with an individualised therapeutic encounter between physician and patient, evidence-based medicine seeks to standardise the diagnosis and treatment with evidence of efficacy demonstrated through the latest randomised controlled trial or meta-analysis.  The doctor’s own clinical judgment becomes constrained by guidelines and fear of legal proceedings for negligence if the standardised treatment plan is not followed.  It’s easy to mourn the loss of the art of medicine in this era of trials and evidence-based medicine, but it’s important to remember the huge benefits and gains as well.  We might still be using ineffective or even downright dangerous treatments such as mercury or blood letting if medical science had not intervened.  Or, even more recently, still think that stomach ulcers were primarily caused by stress or lifestyle rather than a bacteria[3] - not to mention the development of modern anaesthetics.  It could be argued that doctors today have a greater duty towards their patients than in the past – when, perhaps, mistakes went unchallenged or unnoticed.

Of course, development and testing of new treatments costs money with the potential to make pharmaceutical companies huge profits if successful.  So, medicine is not now an art or a science, but a business.  Nowhere is this more obvious than in a mainly private healthcare market such as the US – where healthcare expenditure is currently around 18% of GDP – and growing – compared to around 9.5% in the UK.  Nirmal Joshi, writing in The Guardian this week[4] says, ‘Being a doctor was once a job with a great purpose.  Now it’s just a business’.  Joshi, an Indian-trained doctor has been working in the US for the past 3 decades.  He writes of his frustration at being pressured to see more and more patients in less time where they have become ‘more like business transactions rather than what they should be: rich and intensely human interactions potentially resulting in tremendous fulfilment for both parties’.  Joshi wants a ‘spirited discussion’ on ‘real healthcare reform’ and says he is looking for ‘the simply joy that large compensation packages will never bring: the joy that my father felt in treating the poor farmers and others in the small Indian town of Nainital’.

It is perhaps the loss of this human interaction and individual-focus in the therapeutic encounter between doctor and patient that has made alternative medicine so popular in the last few years.  An acupuncturist or homeopath can undoubtedly give the kind of time and attention in a consultation lasting 45 minutes or an hour that your average GP or hospital doctor cannot.  And it is this human interaction that can be so important in a healing process – and probably the mechanism by which many alternative treatments work (via the powerful placebo effect) than through the particular efficacy of acupuncture needles or homeopathic pills.

Many professionals, including doctors, want to feel that they are practising for a more noble purpose such as helping others in need or improving society, rather than seeing their profession as ‘just a business’.  Doctors working in the NHS in the UK have the luxury of not directly having to think about the costs of treatment and so can claim more noble motivations than being in it purely for the money or sullied by such notions of financial transactions.  This belies the fact, however, that doctors are in fact richly rewarded in the UK for their efforts, being paid for not directly from the patient but indirectly through the tax system, funded ultimately by you and me.

By downgrading business ideas as Joshi does by saying medicine now is ‘just a business’ it also ignores the contribution that innovative business models and ideas can make to improving healthcare.  A rich and intense human interaction bringing ‘tremendous fulfilment’ to both parties is no good if the treatment is ultimately ineffective (except through a placebo effect) or if the cost of the encounter is prohibitive to the majority of the population.

It was precisely by taking one of the oldest business model innovations – the assembly or production line model invented by Henry Ford more than 100 years ago – that the Narayana Hrudayalaya Hospital in Bangalore is revolutionising heart surgery in India[5].  Sometimes referred to as the ‘Henry Ford of heart surgery’ Dr Devi Shetty, who founded Narayana Health in 2000 has brought economies of scale and a factory-like style to the provision of cardiac surgery in India where surgeons carry out around 12% of all India’s cardiac procedures[6].  The average cost is around $1600 for coronary bypass surgery, compared to over $100,000 in the US[7] and Dr Shetty wants to reduce this price to $800 in a decade.  This has not been at the expense of quality, as one might suspect.  The Narayana Hrudayalaya reports a 1.4% mortality within 30 days of coronary bypass surgery – compared to an average of 1.9% in the US, despite the fact that the Indian patients are often higher-risk[8].  This model has shown it is possible to bring high quality health care at a low cost to a large number of people.

Other innovations in healthcare, borrowed from other sectors or businesses include the use of checklists[9].  The idea of checklists was taken from the aviation industry where their use in standardising procedures for pilots contributed to a huge improvement in aircraft safety.  The same idea is now being used in anaesthesia and surgery, where a similar improvement in patient safety is also being seen.  According to Brian Jarman, of Imperial College London, the introduction of checklists in 3 hospitals in 2007 was associated with 255 fewer deaths than the previous year. Checklists, together with better team working and flattened hierarchies within teams are said to have led to better patient safety and fewer deaths.

So, while perhaps mourning the decline of medicine as an art, with a unique relationship between doctor and patient, let’s not forget the value and benefit of medicine being developed as a science and a business.  The best would probably be to combine all three.









[1] As reported in The Telegraph 15/12/2013




[2] National Institute for Health and Care Excellence - UK




[3] Helicobacter Pylori




[4] The Guardian, 22 Feb 2014




[5] Featured recently on ‘IndianHospital’ broadcast by Al Jazeera TV




[6] From the INSEAD blog – Karan Girotra 5 Feb 2012




[7] Figures from Bloomberg.com 28 July 2013




[8] From the INSEAD blog – see note 6




[9] See ‘The Checklist Manifesto’ – the much acclaimed book by surgeon Atul Gawande


Elephants, Lord Ganesha and the Indian Independence Movement

Ganesh Festival, Bombay 1987 I remember it like it was yesterday.  It was 1987 and we had just arrived in Bombay (as it was the...