Newerways

  It was one of those nights when the rain seemed determined to wash the whole town away. Sheets of water hammered against the windows, the roads were nearly deserted, and most people were asleep behind locked doors. My husband was resting lightly, as doctors often do when they know the doorbell might ring at any moment. Sometime past midnight, the bell rang. The emergency night staff called him downstairs. “Doctor, there’s a patient.” When he reached the entrance, he saw two young boys standing at the gate of the clinic porch. The smell of alcohol hung thick in the air. One of them was struggling to keep the other upright. The injured boy was slumped against him, barely conscious, his weight hanging heavily on his friend’s shoulder. “What happened?” my husband asked. The friend spoke with urgency. They had slipped from the motorbike. Even in that brief moment, my husband could tell the injury was serious. Head injury. Possible internal bleeding. It was the kind of case that needed...

I made a decision that didn't sound ambitious on paper: I chose to stay home and care for my mother. It was also the moment my professional identity began to unravel with no obvious next step. In my family, a postgraduate degree was less a distinction than a baseline expectation. So, I did what I was supposed to do.  I had practiced and built a career. For nearly three decades, I remained a dentist doing routine work. What I had, at that point, was a blog. A small one. Hosted on Blogger. Read generously by friends and family and diplomatically described by others as "promising," which, in adult language, means not quite there yet. I decided to bet on it anyway. The Pivot The job market was not kind and certainly not to late beginners. AI had just begun, and then there was me. A dentist. With a blog. And an unreasonable amount of determination to prove. I enrolled in a digital marketing course, less a course and more a controlled demolition of my comfort zone. I was into a...

There was a time when falling sick meant one thing: going to a doctor, waiting endlessly, nodding seriously at things you didn’t understand, and paying a bill that made your fever come back. What eventually worked was my grandmother’s advice and her kitchen armamentarium. Then came AI. Suddenly, healthcare was no longer confined to clinics and prescriptions. It was in our pockets. A strange, powerful moment in history where a person with a sore throat, mild anxiety, and questionable internet habits could confidently self-diagnose five rare conditions before breakfast. It started with a mild headache. Instead of resting like a normal human, I did what any modern, enlightened individual would do. I opened my phone and asked AI. Within seconds, I had 3 possible diagnoses, 2 lifestyle suggestions, and 1 existential crisis. Somewhere along the way, something shifted. Doctors became expensive. Medicines became chemicals, and suddenly, everything natural felt morally superior. Why spend on a ...