Anaemia Story 1942

This afternoon, while leafing through the brittle pages of a dusty medical journal, I paused. There it wasโ€”a paper from ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜Ž๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, dated August 1942. The author: Dr. Sushila Nayar. I blinked. Could it be ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ Sushila Nayar? The physician who walked beside Gandhiji and founded ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ MGIMS? The young doctor who became … Read the essay

๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—–๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—–๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜€: ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—š๐—œ๐— ๐—ฆ ๐—ฅ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—™๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜

“Enough is enough,” thundered Dr. Sushila Nayar, her voice cutting through the hall.“No more free PG seats for MGIMS boys and girls. If they want postgraduate degrees, they must first serve two years in the villages.” She meant it. In 1969, Dr. Nayar had built MGIMS on a dream: to raise doctors who would live … Read the essay

The Man Behind the Keys: The Story of Manilal Pathak

Every institution has its unsung buildersโ€”some lay bricks, others teach, a few lead. And then there are those who, in quiet corners, type history into being. One keystroke at a time. Mr. Manilal Pathak was one such man. He was born on 5 February 1944 in Jethwara, a village in Uttar Pradeshโ€™s Pratapgarh district. His … Read the essay

April 22. One Year.

22nd April. One Year. Exactly a year ago, in the quiet hours of the morning, Dhirubhai left us. He was 86. It still feels unreal. Time slows when I think of him. When Dr. Sushila Nayar invited him in 1982 to take charge of MGIMS, he hesitated. โ€œI couldnโ€™t even pronounce the names of half … Read the essay

Dr. K.N. Ingley

(December 9, 1931 โ€“ April 19, 2025)Dr. Keshao Narayan Ingleyโ€”known to all as Dr. K.N. Ingleyโ€”was born on December 9, 1931, in the dusty heartland of Buldhana. As the eldest of five siblings, he learned early what it meant to lead, to share, and to wait his turn. The home was always fullโ€”voices echoing through … Read the essay