"You were not suffering from force-stopping of any medication.
You had been deliberately given mild medication, without taking into consideration the seriousness of the health problem, that your abdomen was bloated, that it was affecting your ability to walk.
Given the situation was not adjudged seriously, the medication was sometimes working and often not.
It was fairly obvious that emptying out the vegetable shelves, refusing to restock south Delhi groceries or injecting poison into every fruit variety such that you were unable to improve your health was done in tandem. Neither would the medicines work, nor would nutrition and diet improve. All of us know what was being attempted.
You had noticed the lack of seriousness in the medical practitioner. The moment you started trying to convince him that you had several decades of a cough and cold problem, he started yawning and looked out of the window. He cut you short, he was not interested in your medical history, you were not for saving.
Nor was he particularly interested in the bowel movement problem either. 'In the end, 20 percent constipation remained.' Maybe RMS Titanic, maybe railroad tycoons, the hawala demands were coming forth faster than the treatment.
In the end, physicians who were part of bigger processes would easily pass the blame on your parents, Ajit and Anjali.
More negligent individuals, more cruel ones, were hard to imagine. Yes, there were US Communist officials, some KGB, some CPUSA, some run by the British Viceroy to India Linlithgow. It was known that many Indian govt engineers remained besotted with Linlithgow's Communism.
If such govt engineers had an unloved child, what you were going through would happen to them. Ajit had never been eligible for the lease nor would he ever be."
June 4, 2025.
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