Dr. Chari’s Prescription: Healing the Body, the Mind... and the Field

Sriranga VN
Jul 30, 2025
3 min read

🌿 Dr Chari... MD

"Ayya doctor sir" Sekar said..

The clinic didn’t look extraordinary from the outside — a weathered yellow building with tiled roof, with green shutters and a half-faded signboard that read:

“Dr. S.P. Vedanta Chari, M.D. (CMC Vellore)

Physician – General Medicine | Preventive Care | Holistic Health”

But those who stepped in knew better. This was more than a clinic. It was a haven — a place where patients walked in with complaints, and walked out with clarity.

The waiting room was humble: two wooden benches, a brass water pot in the corner, a slow wall clock, and a calendar with an image of Lord Dhanvantari. The air carried the subtle scent of neem, roasted cumin, and Dettol — oddly reassuring.

Inside, Dr. Chari sat at his desk, surrounded by a comforting chaos:

A stethoscope like a sleeping snake, hand-scrawled case notes, and three open books — Charaka Samhita, The Tao of Physics, David Bohm’s Wholeness and the Implicate Order and a huge volume of Bruanwalds Heart diseases treatise.

He wore a crisp, short kurta-shirt, sleeves rolled up, a pen tucked in his pocket. A thin rudraksha mala peeked subtly from under the collar, and a small, gentle tikka rested on his forehead — barely there, like everything else about him: soft, precise, radiant.

The beaded curtain at the door rustled. Sekar entered, a wiry young farmer with sunburnt arms and worry on his face.

Dr. Chari beamed.

“Come in, Sekar! Ah — I can already see. That right shoulder’s stiff. You’ve been ploughing without warming up, haven’t you?”

Sekar smiled sheepishly and sat down.

“Ayya, it started two days ago… dull ache at first, now it bites when I lift my arm.”

Dr. Chari leaned forward, fingers gently palpating the shoulder with clinical precision.

“Hmm. No swelling. Local tenderness in the deltoid. Range of motion restricted. Muscle tight but not torn. Classic overuse strain — early adhesive capsulitis if we’re not careful.”

He nodded once — diagnosis complete.

“This isn’t just physical fatigue, Sekar. Your prana is scattered. You’re ploughing fields outside, but there’s unrest inside too. Tell me — sleeping well?”

Sekar hesitated.

“Not really. Since Appa fell ill, I keep thinking…”

Dr. Chari gave a knowing nod.

“Ah. Worry. That explains the vata imbalance. In quantum terms — you're out of coherence. Your field’s noisy.”

Sekar blinked.

“Field?”

Dr. Chari chuckled warmly.

“In physics, the field is the underlying reality — everything emerges from it. In Vedanta, we call it Brahman. But in your case, the remedy is simpler.”

He scribbled a precise prescription — just what was necessary:

📝 Dr. Chari’s Prescription:

1. Tab. Aceclofenac 100 mg – twice after lunch, for 5 days (for pain and inflammation)

2. Tab. Pantoprazole 40 mg – once daily before breakfast, to protect the stomach

3. Gentle shoulder stretches – twice daily (with little stick-figure sketches on the back)

4. Optional: Physiotherapy referral to the district hospital

Then, on the same paper, he jotted a short note in Tamil:

“Warm jeera water at sunrise. No fried food post sunset. Stop worrying about what hasn’t happened.”

He opened a wooden drawer and took out a small brown pouch.

“Add this herbal mix to hot water once a day — turmeric, dry ginger, ajwain, and chukku. It's not from the pharmacy, but my grandmother used to call it her quantum decoherence corrector.”

Sekar laughed.

“So... one allopathic pill, one grandmother pill, and one science theory?”

Dr. Chari smiled, that broad, twinkling smile he was famous for.

“Exactly. And one promise — you stretch before ploughing. Or I’ll prescribe the Bhagavad Gita next.”

Sekar stood, already feeling lighter.

“Thank you, Doctor Ayya.”

“Anytime, Sekar. Just remember — health is a dance between biology and belief.”

As Sekar left, Dr. Chari leaned back in his chair. His tea had gone cold. No matter. He took a sip anyway and picked up where he left off in his notes:

“Entanglement is not just a quantum phenomenon. It's a rural one too. Sekar’s shoulder is tied to his sleeplessness. His sleeplessness to his father’s illness. His father’s illness to the harvest. Everything, as ever… is connected.”

Its all connected. The Universe.... .

He underlined it.

And smiled again.