Sevagram, 1970. Dr. Sushila Nayar, ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ช ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ช, stands among medical students, passing a basket of waste from hand to hand. This was ๐ด๐ฉ๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ข๐ข๐ฏ. Not an occasional gesture, but a way of life on campus.
She arrived in Sevagram in 1938, fresh from Lady Hardinge, to treat Gandhijiโs high blood pressure. But what she truly learned here was the art of preventive and social medicine. And the dignity of labour.
When cholera and typhoid struck the villages, she didnโt just prescribe medicines. She walked from home to home, teaching people the power of cleanliness, sanitation, and hygiene. For her, the fight against disease began not with pills, but with a broom, a spade, and willing hands.
Her conviction in preventive and social medicine was so deep that she founded Sevagramโs department of community medicine.
In this black-and-white photograph, one can almost hear the echo of ๐๐ข๐บ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ถ๐ณ (1957):
โเคธเคพเคฅเฅ เคนเคพเคฅ เคฌเคขเคผเคพเคจเคพ, เคเค เค
เคเฅเคฒเคพ เคฅเค เคเคพเคเคเคพ, เคฎเคฟเคฒเคเคฐ เคฌเฅเค เคเค เคพเคจเคพโฆโ
This was Sevagram in the seventies. Straight out of a monochrome Hindi classic.