Yesterday morning, during my rounds at Sevagram Hospital, I observed a flurry of activity along the road connecting the main gate to the Medicine department. Workers were laying hot tar on gravel, the air thick with the sharp scent of asphalt as rollers smoothed the surface. By evening, a transformation was complete: a gleaming black …
Written by
SP Kalantri
The Road
This morning, on my rounds at Sevagram hospital, I walked past the small patch of road connecting the main hospital gate to the Medicine department building where I work. Workers swarmed the area, spreading hot tar on the gravel, smoothing it with heavy rollers. Steam rose as the molten surface settled, the sharp smell of …
When Medicine Lost, Obstetrics Won!
The girl was born in Gondia, the youngest of six, the apple of her father’s eye. While her family thrived in business, she set her sights on medicine. She pursued her MBBS at Government Medical College, Nagpur. The year was 1966. During her undergraduate years, one man recognized her brilliance—Dr. G.S. Sainani, the head of …
When Medicine Lost, Obstetrics Won
The girl was born in Gondia, the youngest of six, the apple of her father’s eye. While her family thrived in business, she set her sights on medicine. She pursued her MBBS at Government Medical College, Nagpur. The year was 1966. During her undergraduate years, one man recognized her brilliance—Dr. G.S. Sainani, the head of …
Can One Conversation change the Destiny?
Can a doctor—a family friend—steer you from engineering to medicine? Can a few words make you trade certainty for the unknown? Yes. Dr. R.V. Wardekar did just that. But he was no ordinary doctor. In the 1940s, he left the bustling metropolis of Mumbai for the quiet simplicity of Sevagram —and reshaped public health. In …
Dr. P. Y. Deshmukh: The Quiet Giant of Medicine
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 air—humility. 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 air—humility. 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 —two stalwarts of MGIMS Sevagram—walked parallel yet independent paths, coloured by their devotion to …
𝗦𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟵𝟳𝟬𝘀: 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
That old black phone—solid, 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 contacts—just memory and precision. Calls were brief, words measured. Every minute cost money. The phone perched on a …