Reflections on Medicine and Life by Dr. S.P. Kalantri
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 from the inaugural 1969 batch through to 2024 — 3,978 names across 55 years. I entered them myself, batch by batch, correcting misspellings and filling … Read the essay
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.
I always called her Jiji; her first name never seemed to fit the space she held in my life. Pushpa, my second elder sister, was born on May 17, 1946—fifteen months before India stepped into independence. She was the third of six siblings, all born within the familiar walls of our home in Marwadi Mohalla, … Read the essay
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
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