Benjamin, a middle-aged man, was speeding along the hot tarmac one afternoon, oblivious of the country side. By his side, reading a newspaper, was his first son, a twenty-one year old university student. On the man’s mind was the contract he was pursuing in the capital city. it was worth million dollar. Although he had handled bigger contract before. Benjamin was preoccupied with this new challenge, his mind far away from the road before him. His son too was buried in the newspaper he was reading. So neither saw the goat crossing the road early enough. Like an automation, Benjamin jammed on brakes. In a flash, there was a skid and a somersault. The villagers worked for almost an hour on the wreckage of the huge Mercedes Benz before rescuing the two
There, in the casualty ward, the duo lay on the stretchers. Benjamin was soon in a fairly stable condition but anybody would know that his son needed prompt specialist medical attention. The doctor was sent for, a surgeon who regularly handled such cases. Soon enough, the doctor came. The nurses heaved a sigh of relief but then… Oh! No, I can’t handle this case. He is my son! Everyone was shocked. One of the nurses pleaded. But doctor, you must do something, otherwise… No he is my son. I ll have to transfer this case. And so tearfully, more agitated than anybody around, the doctor hurried away to cal a colleague.
Here was Benjamin, with multiple injuries but not in danger. In the next room was his son, still comatose. How then could a doctor come in and say.. this is my son..? wasn’t Benjamin the father after all? Most people would reason that the doctor was truly the secret biological father. Otherwise reasoning hard, would conclude that the doctor was Benjamin’s father and thus was right in describing his grandson as his son. But for how long would people continue to think that all doctors must be male? Could not the doctor have simply been Mrs Benjamin??
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