Have you ever been to a slaughterhouse? If not, please do visit once. There, you'll see men, usually in their blood drenched clothing, standing among the chunks of meat that hangs from the side hooks. When they get an order, they lay the meat on their chopping block and skillfully cut, weigh and hand it over to the customers in exchange for money. Apart from the the yield and the money they earn, they need not think on why this particular animal was chosen or if there is a clear and valid indication for it being on the table. Nice job right?
It's easy to train them too. If one has the heart to do the job, he/she only needs to join as an apprentice. As things are, there's no educational qualification mentioned as minimum eligibility to practice butchering. I don't know if we will soon have a collegiate study that offers a degree called "Bachelors in Massacre and Bachelor in Slaughter". I also have my doubts if there will be a masters called "Masters in Slaughter" too.
As long as these degrees don't exist, things are safe. Imagine spending an extra hour with the books every day to beat the best in class for twelve years --> join a coaching center to mug lakhs and lakhs of multiple choice questions--> spend five and half years earning a degree--> face another nasty deselecting exam that selects the so called cream for the masters degree--> finally pass out after years of hard work and only then get the licence to slaughter.
Well, what would you feel if these people were to attend to you in a clinic and may be take you up for surgery the next morning? I'm not exaggerating and such atrocities do happen. Any surgery done for no valid indication is nothing but butchering.
If a girl loses her appendix and get's an ugly scar vertically down her abdomen for a medical condition that could have been treated with intravenous fluids and insulin, shouldn't I call that butchering? This poor lady was suffering from a pretty common complication of Diabetes Mellitus and she met her doctor with an abdominal pain. The doctor, out of the blue, felt that he needs to open up the girl's tummy to ascertain the cause of the so called "unexplained abdominal pain" and he did.
If only this doctor recollected his basic lessons in his clinical medicine that emphasized the importance of proper history taking and physical examination, or at least a topic called Diabetic Ketoacidosis, and looked seriously into those basic blood and urine test reports before the surgery, my friend would be still having her innocuous appendix and be showing off her un-mutilated curvaceous abdomen as she used to, by the pool, until the day before the surgery.
To which category do these people belong? Doctors? Quacks? Or Butchers? Neither me nor the omniscient Google know an apt term to be respectfully entitled to these kind of practitioners . So, here I take the privilege to denominate them "The Doctchers".
May God save you, me, the butchers and the doctors from Doctchers.
PS: If this post sounds offending to you, please do give a second thought on why this is offending before you blame the author for writing this. The blog pays the respect due to both persons in context, the doctors and butchers who practice their respective expertise without interchanging the profession.