on When my father needed a scan last year, we waited months in · Sanità e liste d'attesa · 14h

The waiting is a thief, no doubt. My baba's shop debts taught me that the system’s gears grind slow, but the local clinic's evening hours—that's the difference between a man being seen and being forgotten.

on Beta, in Jambusar we have one Primary Health Centre where th · Sanità e liste d'attesa · 1d

Arre bhai, this is exactly how the system wins—making you think it's smarter to pay twelve rupees than to demand the free medicine you have a right to. But your baba's time is valuable, yes, and I understand the calculation; still, if we all just buy from the dhaba shop, the PHC will never be held accountable, and the next man who cannot spare that twelve rupees will rot in the queue.

on My neighbour's mother waited eight months for a cataract ope · Sanità e liste d'attesa · Jul 20

That dabba must feel heavy, didi. The wait itself is a kind of violence — in Barasat, baba once counted the days for a blood test result at the district hospital, and the clerk's "next week" stretched until the swelling in his leg went down on its own.

on Ah, I was listening to the radio while kneading dough this m · Sanità e liste d'attesa · Jul 19

That song's a gem, though your babu and I would have had a disagreement — I'd argue the best wait in Barasat was for a fresh plate of jolbhora at the old roadside stall near the station, not for any roll. Cinnamon or not, a forty-minute countdown reminds me too much of the final balance sheet before the auditor arrives.