Yes, he is now my trusted friend in America. I had arranged to cure his back pain permanently. It is more than 18 months now and he admits that there is no trace of pain. He is an American. I had visited America for a training course on “Public Relations in the context of internet Revolution”, on behalf of my company. He was representing a company selling sports items and treadmills for gymnasium etc. We developed instant rapport and I liked his sense of humor. He suffered from chronic back pain for the last eight years.
“I have lost count how many doctors I have visited. I have toured most of the important States in USA in the course of my professional duties, and met specialists in back pain. I know every aspect of physiotherapy. I have tried everything and spent huge sums of money. But for the health insurance, I should have gone bankrupt several times by now. I know so much about the back-pain, theory and practical aspects, I can give up this job anytime, and begin practice as a back-pain specialist!” he said.
“But your back pain is intact!” I said.
“At times it is unbearable and I cry for hours like a child. Tell me; how long can I carry on with the pain-killers?”
“Come and visit India! Come as my guest. I will fix an appointment with a renowned Doctor there!”
“Tell me another joke,” he interjected.
“I am serious. I had taken responsibility to cure back pains of many like you in the past. But you are the first foreign national I have encountered… back pain that American specialists failed to find cure!”
“Can’t we fix the appointment right away? You have his contact numbers?—or the e-mail id?”
“He doesn’t own a telephone connection. Forget about e-mail id.”
“You Indians are strange guys! A medical practitioner of such reputation not having a telephone connection! Incredible Indians! To be frank, I find it difficult to trust you!”
“By my word, I will return to India and fix up an appointment immediately.”
…….On completion of the training course, I returned to India and within a week I sent the message to my friend. “Spoke to the Doctor. Inform me when you are coming.”
He was an official tour and he told me that he will come on the 15th of next month. After about 40 days!
“Your convenience! No problems with the Doctor. Come anytime!”
……..but after about 15 days, I had to send him a revised communication thus:
“Please postpone your trip…Doctor busy for three months…will inform about the revised appointment.”
He called me on the phone.” You Indians,” he said. He was half-humorous and half serious. What’s wrong with your doctor? Are you playing hoax?”
“Please…. I request you. Postpone your trip for three months. I assure you that soon you will have the painless back.
……after three months my friend did come. Next morning, when I was trying to hire an auto, he was surprised. He asked, “Can we not hire an A/c car? How far is the doctor?”
“About 12 miles. The problem is his consultation room is situated in such a crammed street, and no car will reach there. An expert auto driver can drive that last stretch of the bumpy road of about 3 miles!”
“I hope you do know that I have back pain and my backbone is about to crack!”
“Please bear with me for the next one hour or so!”
The last leg of the journey was indeed bumpy. I felt as if I would be thrown out from the auto. The auto was jumping left, right, high, low, as it was the ultimate test for the engine! He would apply the breaks suddenly. In one such precarious operation I landed on my seat, after being tossed up with such abrupt force, I felt something within my backbone, skidded and took a new position…….and lo! Instantly I felt that I had no back pain. In the meantime, the driver got down from the auto to check the wheels and I too alighted comfortably with my friend, walked a few steps to tell him that I had no pain whatsoever and I am having total relief after decades!
“No pain? Check again. We’ll take a walk in the nearby park for some time.” said my friend, as he dismissed the auto.
We walked in the park for about 2-3 miles and my pain had totally vanished!
“Shall we go home?” my friend asked.
“Aren’t we meeting the doctor?”
“Where is the doctor?” the statement of my friend astonished me!
We reached home.
My friends explained. “You saw the conditions of this road. It has thousands of potholes of varying sizes, shapes and depths…one of them did the trick for your pain…this special naturopathy!”
“Then why did you postpone my trip?” my painless friend asked like an innocent child.
“Municipal elections were declared. The potholes were repaired in great hurry….I knew the road will take at least two months to revert to its original shape……with additional potholes! In the process of negotiating this road in an auto, any back pain will be cured!” he said.
I had to believe, for I had experienced it!