SP Kalantri
SP Kalantri
The bustle of any election, even today, makes me think of an older, quieter contest. I recall the Lok Sabha battles of Dr. Sushila Nayar, Behenji, fought far away in Jhansi. This was long after she had begun her great work, establishing the Medical College, right here in our own Sevagram. By 1971, the great …
Fourteen years ago, on this very day, ๐๐ฟ ๐. ๐ฆ. ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ left us for good. Even now, nearly four decades later, my residency days at GMC Nagpur return with startling clarity. I still see him stepping into Ward 23: immaculately dressed, tie perfectly knotted, suit crisp, shoes shining, and his English as flawless as his …
(12 July 1942-17 November 2025) In the Sevagram of the early 1970sโwhen nights seemed darker, trees stood taller, and time itself moved at an unhurried paceโa young man arrived with a small kitbag, a quiet smile, and a heart that beat for badminton. His name in the school register read Bhaskar Marotrao Tupkar. But for …
In these fifty years of our shared journey, twenty-four friends from the GMC Class of 1973 have quietly taken leave of this world. Two left us in our college days โ sudden, painful departures that reminded us, even then, how fragile the young heart can be. Some went later โ to a heart attack, a …
๐๐ฟ. ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ท๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ฟ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ (12 January 1956 โ 1 November 2025) Our GMC Nagpur batch of ’73 is a little emptier today. Weโve lost one of our own: Dr. Rajendra Kokate, our dear batchmate from B Batch, Roll No. 117. That small stretch of dissection hall benches, where Pramod Mahajan stood just ahead and Dilip Tikkas …
Yesterday, I wrote about Pantoprazole โ the darling of the decade, the pill that has found a forever home in our drawers, handbags, and pockets. The post sparked quite a buzz. Some friends swore by this โmiracleโ pill; others whispered warnings about its darker side โ weak bones, fractures, damaged kidneys, fading B12 stores. Fair …
An hour from now, I will be sitting in the Medicine OPD, thinking about a drug that the whole world seems to prescribeโand, not to sound holier than thou, I must admit that I do too. Pantoprazole. If thereโs one drug that has quietly conquered the worldโwithout firing a single shotโitโs this one. This modest …
Two Englishmen entered my life when I was a schoolboy in Wardha: Mr. Bachelor and Mr. Reginald Craddock. A long road runs from the Wardha railway station to Arvi Nakaโtoday three kilometres of life and noiseโfull of doctors, banks, petrol pumps, shops and mangal karyalayas. In the mid-sixties, my father bought a house on this …
We walk past her statue, work in her hospital, and invoke her name often. But how many of us know who Kasturba really was before she became Gandhiโs Ba? Ask anyone in Sevagram today, and chances areโnot one person might recall who she is. Or who she was. Until you pause and whisper her name. …
It was 1974 โ a year when Sevagram went to sleep early, and the nights belonged to the crickets and a handful of restless medical students in the JN Boys’ hostel. MGIMS was still young then. The world had no screens or smartphones to stare at, and evenings found purpose on a small wooden stage …