16, 190 days—and still at the crease
I turned seventy last month and handed over the captaincy at MGIMS. After 16,190 days, I am not quite ready to leave the crease. The designation has changed; the wards, patients, teaching and the game go on.
Reflections on Medicine and Life by Dr. S.P. Kalantri
I turned seventy last month and handed over the captaincy at MGIMS. After 16,190 days, I am not quite ready to leave the crease. The designation has changed; the wards, patients, teaching and the game go on.
A 3,978-name alumni database, checked record by record, turns up 24 verified PhDs from MGIMS Sevagram — not many, not none. Where they studied, who skipped the conventional MD first, and what the pattern does and doesn’t prove.
From the Classroom We Shared A talk about dying is supposed to end when the microphone goes off. Mine didn’t. I wrote last week about what it took to get in front of a camera in the first place — the failing light, the dog, the whole clumsy business of learning new tools at seventy. … Read the essay
Four minutes into a talk about how to die well, the light went out. A physician’s account of scripting, filming, and uploading a talk on ageing and end-of-life conversations for family physicians across India — and what the gadgetry, at seventy, turned out to teach him.
Every MGIMS alumnus from the first ten batches remembers him — not for his tea or his aloo bondas, but for the quiet generosity that saw students through lean months, with no ledger and no interest.