Why did I write this blog? Each year about 5000 doctors are graduating from medical colleges just in Malaysia. Being a doctor in Malaysia is going to be very competitive. This is more so in the private sector. Every one entering a medical school is hoping for a successful carrier as a doctor. However surviving in private practice is not going to be easy. This book is written to assist doctors thinking of going into private practice to plan their future. I come from a poor family. My father was a lorry driver and my mother, a housewife who later had to work as a labourer in a factory to supplement our family income. When I was young, my only determination was to do well in my studies so that I could get a scholarship to go to a local university. At first my father (a PWD/JKR lorry driver) obviously wanted me to be a civil engineer. However due some turn
Most of us are busy. We have many things that we would like to do but could not get them done. During this “lock down” or “social distancing” period, most of us will have a lot of time in our hands. Just sitting around and wasting time should be the last thing that we should do. I am a little lucky because being a doctor, I can still go to work. However work is very light. Foreigners are banned to travel to Malaysia and so most of us who see many Indonesian patients will have a drastic drop in patient load. Malaysian patients are also not encouraged to come to the hospital unless it is an emergency. I am determined to utilize this time to do some of the things that I have deferred doing for some time. This is my list and I encourage all Malaysians to make such a list. You may loose a golden opportunity to get
Yesterday we saw the ascend of our new Prime Minister Tan Si Muhyiddin Yassin as the 8th Prime Minister of Malaysia. Curiously, his first name is Mahiaddin Md Yassin @ Muhyiddin Yassin. It appears that his name was first written wrongly as Mahiaddin instead of Muhyiddin. This is further reiterated by his eldest daughter’s name: Najwa Mahiaddin. As I approach my 60th birthday, I wonder how I have lived with a wrongly spelled name for 60 years. My name is supposed to be Selvaraja A/L Subramaniam. Selvaraja, a name give to me by my maternal grandmother, is a nice name, indicating “king of wealth” (I wish I am). Unfortunately, when I was born, someone at the registration office wrote my first name as Sevellaraja. This is not too bad when compared to my fathers name, which is supposed to be Subramaniam, and was written as Supermaniam. It doesn’t stop there. My paternal grandfather who is supposed to be named Nanjappan
It is 345am. The atmosphere was electrifying. There were about 10,000 runners all waiting for the 4 am flag off. Drones were flying above us frantically taking photographs. I was there standing among all the runners thinking how the heck I got there. I am trying to run my first marathon at 56 years of age. I was apprehensive. A chill went down my spine as I thought of my chances of completing this full marathon. My thoughts went back to the time how I decided to take on this challenge….