The Quiet Wit of Ward 13
Yesterday the news reached me: Dr. Vinod Adbe is no more. A remembrance of the man who taught me medicine in Ward 13 at GMC Nagpur — and whose dry wit arrived a full three seconds after the punchline.
Nobody Names Their Child Sanjay Anymore
Names tell stories. They show what parents prize, what generations chase, and how society slowly changes. At MGIMS Sevagram, I’ve been tending a simple spreadsheet since 2012, logging every student…
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She was eleven years older, steady, always there. A portrait of my sister Pushpa — the homes she built, the letters she wrote, and the quiet way she held all of us together.
Echoes of Abadan: When Iran Was a Haven for Sevagram’s Healers
The images flashing across our screens over the last three days are grim. The skies over the Middle East are streaked with the exhaust of ballistic missiles. The geopolitical chess match between the USA, Israel, and Iran has escalated into intense bombardment, leaving cities damaged, civilians terrified, and world peace hanging by a dangerously frayed … Read the essay
The Man in the Khadi Shirt — A Farewell to Dr. Ulhas Jajoo
I have known Ulhas Jajoo for nearly five decades, and in all that time I have never seen him wear a shoe. This creates a problem at retirement. The usual cliché — he hung up his boots — simply does not apply. For days I searched for the right phrase and found nothing that fit. … Read the essay
Three Generations, One Match
Yesterday evening I watched India vs New Zealand (T20) at VCA Stadium, Jamtha, with my son and my granddaughters. Three generations, one match, and my mind full of old memories. It took me back to another India–New Zealand game I saw in Nagpur long ago, in 1969, at the old VCA ground at Sadar. I … Read the essay