Dr Hathi mere saathi
Updated On: 31 August, 2025 07:07 AM IST | Mumbai | Rahul da Cunha
I’ve found doctors divide themselves into two kinds, in Bombay city certainly. On the one hand, the curt and on the other, the kind….the impatient and the “you’re the patient, so let me be patient” —the Hippocratic Oath, doesn’t have an in-built “kindness” clause, “to serve humanity” doesn’t always guarantee that a doctor has humanity
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Dr Shailesh Hathi was my orthopedic doctor, my go-to-guy for physiotherapy of all kinds, a bone man, a joint specialist. If you had issues with spasms, spine, slip discs, shoulder issues, shins, scaphoid injuries, stress fractures, he was your “savior”. He was a scientist, he was a “shrink” for muscles, he was an artist, an excavator for ligaments. Your Northen Star for tendons.
I tore my rotator cuff in February, a minor misstep causing a major mishap, five seconds of casualness, leading to five months of being a casualty. In those seconds, as I clumsily black flipped in the air, that moment, when you’re desperately thinking, “save the head, shield the spine”, instinct decides that the one dispensible body part, takes the blow, the full burden of yout body — the shoulder. As I lay on the floor, my one thought, call Dr Hathi, I crawled to my phone — “Hmmm, how much can you raise your right hand?”, “Not much,” I mumbled, painfully.
Come see me, immediately.”
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