Avoid IVF Scams - Give Birth Naturally
- Madhukar Dama
- 5 hours ago
- 8 min read
Shocking Reality of IVF & Fertility Scams in India
Across India, police and journalists have uncovered a disturbing pattern: many IVF and surrogacy centres are not what they claim to be. Behind glossy advertisements and emotional promises, several scams have come to light:
Baby trafficking under the guise of IVF/surrogacy – Example: Hyderabad’s Secunderabad fertility centre, which police say never did IVF in 15 years but bought and sold babies instead.
Black-market trade of human eggs – Reported by Times of India and Deccan Herald, where poor women were recruited by brokers for risky donations.
Fake paperwork and forged medical records – Police investigations revealed false parentage papers and bogus consent forms.
Overcharging and financial fraud – Couples cheated after paying lakhs for procedures never performed.
Exploitation of surrogate mothers – Reports highlight coercion, poor medical care, and broken promises of payment.
Unlicensed clinics operating illegally – Raids have shown fertility centres running without approval.
These are not isolated cases — they are part of a larger pattern of exploitation. Families desperate for children are often the ones who suffer the most.
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The Real Cause of Most Infertility
Here is the truth that rarely gets spoken: most infertility today is not due to irreversible medical problems. Instead, it is largely a result of:
Stress and emotional strain
Unhealthy lifestyle habits
Wrong diet and factory-made foods
Exposure to chemicals and refined products
This means that in many cases, fertility can be improved naturally, without falling into the traps of unethical IVF centres.
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The Natural Path to Parenthood
By making consistent lifestyle changes, countless couples have regained their fertility. These changes include:
🍲 Diet (Āhār): Avoiding wheat, maida, milk, sugar, white rice, refined oils, and factory foods like chicken and eggs. Instead, embracing whole, natural, plant-based foods.
🚶 Lifestyle (Vihār): Daily walking, deep breathing, rest, and connection with nature.
🧘 Yoga: Gentle asanas, pranayama, and stress-relieving practices to balance the body and mind.
🌿 Herbal Detoxification: Using natural herbs prepared and prescribed by Dr. Madhukar Dama to cleanse and rejuvenate the system.
When the body is cleared of toxins and the mind is free of stress, nature’s own healing intelligence awakens — and fertility often returns.
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Reassurance and Hope
The scams are real, and the risks of falling into them are high. But there is also hope beyond scams. Thousands of couples have restored health and achieved parenthood through natural methods.
And in the rare cases where natural conception does not happen, adoption is always a noble and fulfilling path — a chance to give and receive love unconditionally.
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Final Word
Parenthood should never come from exploitation or fraud. It should arise from love, health, and trust. Avoid the traps of fake IVF centres. Strengthen your body and mind.
With guidance in Āhār, Vihār, Yoga, and Herbs, I, Dr. Madhukar Dama, help couples heal naturally, restore their fertility, and embrace parenthood safely.
🌱 Avoid IVF scams. Give birth naturally. Live with trust, not fear. 🌱
🌿 The Fertile Soil Within:
-- A Dialogue on Trusting the Body
Scene
Early morning at Madhukar’s off-grid homestead near Yelmadagi. The sun is rising slowly over the hills, spreading golden light across the fields. Birds are calling. Smoke rises gently from a chulha. The couple—Ravi and Meena—arrive looking tense, carrying the weight of years of struggle. They have faith in IVF, in hospitals, in “advanced medicine,” but they have not yet grasped the natural rhythms of the body. Madhukar welcomes them with quiet warmth, offering them simple herbal tea.
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1. Arrival
Ravi: (hesitant) Doctor, we have come with hope. Everyone told us you live differently here, that you don’t practice the usual way. But to be honest, we still believe IVF is the only way left for us.
Meena: (nervously) We’ve tried so much already… hospitals, tests, injections. Everywhere they say IVF will solve our problem. We just don’t understand why our bodies betray us like this.
Madhukar: (smiling gently, pointing to the rising sun) Do you see how the sun rises without effort? Did you ever need to push it up with machines?
Ravi: (puzzled) No… it happens naturally.
Madhukar: Exactly. Your body too has rhythms like the sun. It is not your enemy. It is not broken. It is simply responding to how you live, what you eat, how you rest, how you feel. Before talking about IVF, let us talk about this body of yours.
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2. The Body Forgotten
Meena: But doctor, if the body was really natural, why would it fail us? Why so much pain, so many failures?
Madhukar: Do you know how a seed becomes a tree?
Ravi: You put it in the soil, water it, and it grows.
Madhukar: And if the soil is poisoned? If the water is dirty? If the air is foul? The seed struggles, not because the seed is wrong, but because the environment has changed.
Meena: (thinking) Are you saying our bodies are like that soil?
Madhukar: Exactly. Your body is fertile soil. But modern life pours poison into it every day—through the food, the pace, the worries, the air you breathe. Then you blame the seed.
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3. The Faith in Machines
Ravi: But machines can fix things, can’t they? IVF is scientific. They take eggs and sperm, put them together, and plant them inside. It looks so precise.
Madhukar: Machines can stitch, cut, transplant. But tell me—can a machine make a tree grow?
Ravi: (pauses) It can water automatically, but… the growing happens by itself.
Madhukar: Yes. The spark of life, the rhythm of growth, the intelligence inside your body—no machine can create it. IVF tries to mimic the process, but without fixing the soil, without healing the environment. Do you think that is a real solution?
Meena: (softly) But we have seen advertisements… smiling babies, happy couples.
Madhukar: Advertisements sell dreams. But behind the glitter—do you know how many couples are left broken after multiple attempts? Do you know how many women’s bodies are drained by hormones and injections?
Ravi: (frowning) They don’t talk about that.
Madhukar: Exactly. Because the business thrives on your faith in machines and your ignorance of your own body.
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4. Why the Body Suffers
Meena: Then tell us, why does the body stop working naturally? Why do women lose cycles, or men lose strength?
Madhukar: Because you are not living in rhythm. Your grandparents lived close to the soil. They ate what grew around them. They worked with their hands. They rose with the sun, slept with the stars. Their bodies were in harmony.
Ravi: But life today is different. Jobs, deadlines, stress… we cannot live like that anymore.
Madhukar: True. But when you live away from your body’s natural rhythm, the body cries out. It shows in acidity, diabetes, blood pressure—and yes, in infertility too. Infertility is not a disease. It is the body saying: “I am not ready. Heal me first.”
Meena: (tears welling) Nobody ever told us this. Everyone just said—“pay more, try again, do another test.”
Madhukar: Because there is no profit in telling you that the body heals by itself when you live right.
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5. The Natural Healing Intelligence
Ravi: (still skeptical) But can the body really heal by itself? Isn’t that too simplistic?
Madhukar: When you cut your skin, do you heal it with stitches, or does the skin close on its own?
Meena: It closes by itself.
Madhukar: When you catch a fever, do medicines create the heat, or does your body raise it to fight?
Ravi: The body does it.
Madhukar: Then why doubt this same body when it comes to fertility? Do you think it suddenly forgot its intelligence?
Meena: (whispering) I never thought of it that way.
Madhukar: Your body remembers. But you have forgotten to trust it.
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6. Silence of the Morning
(A long silence. Birds are calling. The couple looks around—at the mud walls, the garden, the cows grazing nearby. A sense of slowness enters their faces.)
Ravi: So IVF is like forcing the seed into barren soil?
Madhukar: Precisely. You may get a sprout, but will the tree grow healthy? Will it have roots? Will the mother’s body truly be ready to nurture? That is why even “success” often brings complications.
Meena: (looking at her hands) All this time, I blamed my body.
Madhukar: The body is innocent. It only mirrors the life you give it.
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7. The Gentle Guidance
Ravi: (after a long pause) Then what can we do?
Madhukar: First—listen to your body. Respect its signals. Stop poisoning the soil. Create harmony in your living. Fertility is not created in a laboratory—it blossoms in a body that is alive, rested, nourished, and loved.
Meena: (slowly nodding) It feels so simple, yet so far from what we were told.
Madhukar: Simplicity frightens modern minds because it cannot be sold.
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8. The Closing Note
Ravi: And you… how do you help couples like us?
Madhukar: (smiles gently) I guide them towards living in rhythm again. Through āhār—food that truly nourishes. Vihār—a way of life that supports calmness. Yoga—to bring harmony of body and mind. And herbs—to gently support the body’s detox and balance.
Meena: (exhales deeply, her shoulders softening) For the first time, I feel hope without fear.
Madhukar: (looking at the rising sun) Hope has always been inside you. You just had to remember.
🌾 The Womb is not a Factory
they come in autos, in white cars,
holding plastic files filled with stamped papers,
bank loans, relatives’ stares,
desperation wrapped in perfume and gold chains.
they climb the stairs of glass buildings,
the walls shining like promises,
inside—
air-conditioners hum louder than prayers,
doctors sit behind mahogany desks
with brochures more colorful than temple carvings,
smiles wider than the Yamuna in flood,
and words so polished
that the pain of the couple
melts into a receipt.
they believe it all.
they hand over blood, semen,
hard-earned money,
and the hope of their mothers who wait at home.
every injection feels like a new temple bell.
every failed cycle feels like another god betrayed.
no one tells them
that the body is not a broken transistor
to be fixed with spare parts,
no one whispers
that grief is not infertility,
that the womb is not a factory
with machines to tighten bolts and leak oil.
the city thrives on their confusion.
brokers with thin moustaches,
nurses with quick hands,
advertisements screaming guaranteed baby,
and silence—
always silence about the failures.
meanwhile, in a village not far away,
cows chew their cud under neem trees,
fields wait for rain without panic,
women squat on mud floors
pounding millet,
men walk barefoot to wells—
their bodies heavy with sweat,
their children running around
like weeds after the monsoon.
nobody there talks of infertility.
they talk of rains, debts,
cattle prices,
but not wombs—
because the soil knows its work
when left unpoisoned.
but here, in the city,
we poison daily—
factory foods, midnight lights,
screens chewing our sleep,
sugar dripping like poison,
fear spread like newspaper ink.
we murder rhythm,
then blame the body for being mute.
listen—
infertility is not a curse,
not a defect,
not a punishment.
it is a mirror held up by the body,
saying,
look how far you have walked from the river.
but who listens?
people trust machines more than mornings,
they bow to steel more than soil.
they want shortcuts to life,
fast tracks to creation,
even if the track ends in another debt,
another scar,
another nameless grief.
I have seen women walking back
from glass towers,
eyes like dry ponds,
holding prescription slips
as if they were newborns.
I have seen men count coins
outside clinics,
each rupee weighed heavier than sperm.
I have seen families
hide failures like skin diseases,
still clinging to the idea
that another round,
another cycle,
another thousand rupees
will turn stone into seed.
but the seed doesn’t listen to money.
the womb doesn’t listen to deadlines.
life doesn’t grow in laboratories—
it grows in rhythm,
in breath,
in food that has dirt on it,
in sleep that comes without tablets,
in love that isn’t measured by reports.
the womb is not a factory.
the womb is a silent river,
waiting for the banks to be cleared,
for the mud to settle,
for the frogs to sing again.
and until people remember this,
the glass towers will keep shining,
the brokers will keep smiling,
and the couples will keep walking in,
files clutched like holy books,
hearts clutched like unpaid loans,
searching for miracles
in a place
that sells only receipts.
