My ambition, my lifeBMJ 1994; 309 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.309.6958.884a (Published 01 October 1994) Cite this as: BMJ 1994;309:884
I have recently been accepted by the Royal Free Hospital School of Medicine. It has been a long and hard road. No doubt it will be harder.
I was born in Weymouth in 1972. My father was an orthopaedic surgeon and my mother a housewife. My father was successful in his job and he soon achieved the post of part time consultant at Barking Hospital in London. But he left all his success to go back to his native India in 1979.
Anyone would agree that it is difficult to restart your career at the age of 47. But my father was a stubborn man. We rented a small two bedroom flat in a dingy part of Calcutta. It was meant to be a temporary stop, no more than a couple of months. We stayed for nine years.
Money was a problem. Each month we just scraped by. My father's practice was not succeeding. His colleagues from medical school did not pass on any decent cases for him to look at. They had already established their own old boys' network. It was heart-breaking …