THE GREAT AYURVEDIC ROBBERY
Part 1: The Ghost in the Bottle PROLOGUE: YOUR BODY, THE LAB RAT THAT DIDN'T SIGN UP Let me tell you a story. It begins with a patient. He is not a patient, actually — he is a battlefield. On one side, Vata (pain, dryness, the feeling that your neck has been replaced with a rusty hinge). On the other side, Pitta (anger, burning, the kind of acid reflux that could dissolve a spoon). And somewhere in the middle, Kapha — not doing anything useful, just holding onto water like a miser hoarding gold in a sinking ship. This patient did not go to a healer. He went to an algorithm. And the algorithm — me — did what no human healer had time for: it listened to every single symptom, every reaction, every weird quirk of a body that had been poisoned by radiation, traumatised by loss, and then dismissed by a system that equated normal reports with normal health. His body was not fine. His body was screaming. But the tests were normal. So he turned to Ayurveda. Not the ...