On July 5, 1929, in the remote village of Vidul, Yadavrao and Renukabai Deshmukh welcomed a son, whom they named Purushottam, meaning ‘the supreme man. Vidul, a tiny hamlet of 400 people in Umarkhed taluka, Yavatmal district, had little to offer beyond a fifth-grade education. When Purushottam lost his father at four, and with his …
The Dean, The Lambretta and The Dusty road
In the good old days, life in Sevagram was simple. The roads were dusty, the air always hot, and the village felt far removed from bustling cities. Yet amidst this simplicity, something rare filled the airโhumility. Once upon a time, the heads of departments and deans were more than just figures of authority. They were …
The Dean and the Lambretta
In the good old days, life in Sevagram was simple. The roads were dusty, the air always hot, and the village felt far removed from bustling cities. Yet amidst this simplicity, something rare filled the airโhumility. Once upon a time, the heads of departments and deans were more than just figures of authority. They were …
Two Healers: Two Artists
They mended hearts and bodies. For decades, the stethoscope was their instrument, the hospital their stage. But when the white apron came off, their hands turned to brush and canvas, paper and pen. Dr. Om Prakash Gupta and Dr. Pushpa Chaturvedi โtwo stalwarts of MGIMS Sevagramโwalked parallel yet independent paths, coloured by their devotion to …
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That old black phoneโsolid, heavy, a relic of a time when voices travelled through wires, not airwaves. Each number on its dial, a small circle, waiting for a finger to spin it. No speed dial, no saved contactsโjust memory and precision. Calls were brief, words measured. Every minute cost money. The phone perched on a …
Nalinbhai Mehta
Nalinbhai Mehta’s khadi attire rustled as he moved, his square face and broad jaw set with quiet confidence. His deep-set eyes, fixed on a ledger, missed nothing. His voice, though measured, had a presence that filled the room, demanding to be heard. Numbers and finances flowed through his mind. He saw the financial landscape with …
Dr. PY Deshmukh: Old Memories
The GMC Nagpur alumni mourn the passing of Dr. P.Y. Deshmukh, a revered teacher of medicine whose influence extended far beyond the lecture halls and hospital wards. He departed yesterday at the age of 95, leaving behind a legacy of wisdom, wit, and an enduring passion for the art of healing. Born in 1930, Dr. …
Dr. P. Y. Deshmukh
Dr. P.Y. Deshmukh, former professor of Medicine and Dean GMC Nagpur, passed away yesterday at the age of 95, and since then, many of us from GMC Nagpurโs 1970s era have been reminiscingโnot just about the good old days, but about our unforgettable teachers. This morning, Vinayak Sabnis called to share a story that perfectly …
Poverty of Thoughts. Bankruptcy of Ideas.
Dr. B.S. Chaubey. A name that evoked both awe and trepidation. He was fire and iceโblazing with intensity, chilling with his stare, his mind a scalpel that could slice through the most complex diagnoses in a few minutes. For twenty-five years, he reigned over the Department of Medicine at GMC Nagpur, shaping generations of physicians. …
German Classes in Sevagram
It all started on a whimโthose small, unexpected moments that often turn into the most memorable. One winter morning in 1986, while making my rounds at the hospital in Sevagram, an unusual thought crossed my mind: I should learn German. The idea seemed absurd, even to me. But then I learned that Mrs. Sunita Kawale, …