SP Kalantri
SP Kalantri
Nalinbhai Mehta’s khadi rustled as he moved, a man of quiet authority. His square face, broad jaw, and deep-set eyes carried the weight of responsibility. A ledger lay open before him. He scanned it, catching every detail. His voice, steady and deliberate, commanded attention. Numbers spoke to him. He read them like a seasoned navigator …
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, former professor of Medicine and Dean GMC Nagpur, passed away yesterday at the age of 95, and since then, many of us from GMC Nagpur’s 1970s era have been reminiscing—not just about the good old days, but about our unforgettable teachers. This morning, Vinayak Sabnis called to share a story that perfectly …
Dr. B.S. Chaubey. A name that evoked both awe and trepidation. He was fire and ice—blazing 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. …
It all started on a whim—those 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, …
Shankar sat on the old wooden bench outside his workshop, absently rubbing his rough, unshaven chin. The bright sparks of welding had once lit up his face, but now it was worn, lined with worry. He had battled difficult customers, unpaid bills, and broken machines, but this was different. This was a fight he knew …
Radhika was never one for outbursts. But that day, as she lay in the hospital bed, her voice shattered the silence like a storm. Her eyes burned with fury. “How dare you talk to me?” she shouted, her chest rising and falling with anger. “Get out! Don’t come near me! Don’t touch me!” Her words …
The names—Kabir, Ramdas, Vivekanand, Guru Nanak, Ramkrishna, Dharmanand, Martin Luther King, Patel, and Birla—are more than just colonies in Sevagram. They hold memories of beginnings, struggles, friendships, and quiet acts of courage. Each name has a story to tell. Yesterday, a thought crossed my mind, almost by accident Dr. Sanjay Diwan had asked whether the …
The old principal’s office, once the heart of MGIMS in 1969, is now nothing more than a pile of rubble. Today it lies in ruins. In 1969, when MGIMS began, the principal’s office was a plain two-room building. It stood quietly next to the old hospital, where the Community Medicine department is now, almost touching …
Nostalgia has a way of sneaking up on you. You try to avoid comparing the “good old days” to the present, but somehow, you end up doing it anyway. The younger generation hates it. They roll their eyes when we compare the 60s and 70s to today. But as you age, those comparisons just happen—whether …