Placebo: The Friendly Drug Monopoly

Written by Shreyas Melbuddhi

This is the first article in “The Scranton Report” where one post is added to the series every month. These articles are written over a period of time and a lot of fun-filled work goes into making these happen. Let’s go!


The word placebo comes from Latin, like most of English I know. It’s literal meaning (in Latin) is on the terms of “I shall please.” Used in the 21st Century with the context being a little far from the original notions, but much closer. It is no longer restricted on the basis of “pleasing.” On the sweet ambiguous contrary, it is more about pleasing yourself in a way. You might have heard about the placebo effect if you are familiar with medicine. The medical industry, as I am observing while working on this article, has evolved itself to a new state. From being an institution of help to an industry saving lives. I always heard about the cruel business. When you visit a hospital, it mostly becomes the word of talk to point out the faults in the system.

And, the placebo effect explores this kind of evolution very closely.

Photo by Anna Shvets

Strong believers of medicine are helping do this with amusing results, repeatedly. They are rerouting the path it has set for itself on the same grounds it had been growing from the start.

I wanted to learn about the placebo effect to know how influential our mind is in the way we all function. And also, the fact that one of my friend uses it on the same basis of foul language in our city. We use a lot of foul language, without the least kind of regret in Hubballi. Duck, now.

I might have understood how influential the mind is, but there’s another important pattern to observe here on the study of placebo. The many useless operations on a body are being discovered with the help of experiments based on this very effect. We now know many steps in a medical operation proven, or hopefully proven, to be less effective on the whole process when done as an “act.” The pattern of commercialization is inevitable for this article to be whole to me. So, the business had to be addressed.

What is this act? Are doctors even theater artists to do it? Why do they do it? The mission is to get answers, Captain.

Press “2” to continue. You’ll find it somewhere below.

Cut me in two, I’ll remain one

Oh Chris, do you make me believe?

Checking on myself, I think of the wonderful miracles having come off, the ones happening. And, hope for the ones to be in future. I remember telling the difference in dreaming and expecting.

Time knows a lot about uncertainty. Yet, I find myself speaking to the void of hopeful seconds to speak back. It is only because, of this void, I expect nothing from. It is a void knowing what it knows. It is time, understanding itself.

Anxiety got me nowhere. And, nowhere is the perfect place to start again. Looping myself of this void and anxiety, it is mostly the smile on my plants that find themselves giving me the answers. The shady clouds reminding me of the beauty in imperfection. Currents high and low letting the waves be. For it is, perfect as it remains.

Oh Martin, you make me believe!