Dr. Anita Borges passed away

Dr. Anita Borges passed away yesterday. A heart attack took her from us. What a remarkable pathologist she was. I never met her, but in 2017 I watched her hour-long YouTube talk, โ€œ๐—ฆ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฃ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ด๐˜† ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ž๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜†๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ฎโ€. Professors are often stubborn, their egos rarely allowing them to acknowledge mistakes in public. She was the exception. She … Read more

๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ง๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—”๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฅ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด

Nostalgia. I use this word often. Perhaps it comes with age, a habit of looking back, of holding on to the past. But sometimes I wonder. Am I using it right? The ending -algia makes me pause. In medicine, algos means pain. Every day, I prescribe analgesics to my patients, medicines that take the algia … Read more

This is Not Cricket

A few days ago, Saurabh Ganguly switched off the Indiaโ€“Pakistan match after the 15th over and watched the Manchester Derby instead. Iโ€™m not surprised. As a medical student in the 70s and 80s, I grew up watching Pakistan at its peakโ€”Imran Khan, Javed Miandad, Zaheer Abbas, Sarfraz Nawaz, Abdul Qadir, Mudassar Nazar, Wasim Akram, Waqar … Read more

Bappa and Joshi: The Gentle Legends of MGIMS Stage

I still remember that evening in Sevagram in 1974 as if it happened yesterday. The dusty courtyard of the hostel had been swept clean, a few strings of yellow bulbs hung across bamboo poles, and students kept rushing about with last-minute instructions. We were ready to stage Kaka Kishyacha, a Marathi play that had already … Read more

An Evening in Sevagram, 1974

Yesterday evening, in the quiet of the MGIMS library, I found Sushrutaโ€”the student magazine from 1974. Its cover was worn. The pages were yellow, some torn at the edges, faded with age. They carried the smell of time. As I turned them, I reached the Marathi section edited by Dr. Narayan Daware (class of 1971), … Read more

Shramdaan in Sevagram

Sevagram, 1970. Dr. Sushila Nayar, ๐˜‰๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ช ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ซ๐˜ช, stands among medical students, passing a basket of waste from hand to hand. This was ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ฏ. Not an occasional gesture, but a way of life on campus.She arrived in Sevagram in 1938, fresh from Lady Hardinge, to treat Gandhijiโ€™s high blood pressure. But what she truly learned here … Read more

Babulal: Bhamashah of Sevagram

If you ask any MGIMS student from the 1970s or โ€™80s about their Dean, or even most of their professors, the memories may be hazy. Names of many classmates might have slipped away too. But mention Babulal, and the recollections come rushing back. In those days, Babulalโ€™s canteen was their ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข, their little world in … Read more

The Anatomy Professor

This morning in Kolkata, I finally checked off the firstโ€”and most cherishedโ€”stop on my list: a visit to Dr. S.K. Ghosh. For nearly two decades in Sevagram, he wasnโ€™t just my next-door neighbor. He was a dear friend, a quiet philosopher, a family confidant, and a guide who brought warmth and wisdom into everyday life. … Read more

A Monsoon Morning in Kolkatta

Yesterday, I was in Kolkata for just a few hours. I called her on the phone and told her I was in Alipore. โ€œAlipore, sir?โ€ she said, โ€œIโ€™ll come right over.โ€ She hadnโ€™t even finished rounding on her patients, but she made time to meet meโ€”for a single cup of tea. I hadnโ€™t realised how … Read more