The fall of the MD thesis

Reading Time: 2 minutesAnother DNB thesis lands in my inboxโ€”joining its MD cousins. My task is to evaluate it. A formality, really. The postgraduate has written it, the professor has supervised itโ€”or so the paperwork claims. I enter the username, type the password, and open the fileโ€”without hope. An immaculate PDF appears. Crisp formatting. Polished grammar. Elegant English. … Read more

A Tribute to Sudhakar Joshi

Reading Time: 3 minutesThis Sunday, Dr. Sudhakar Joshi passed away. An alumnus of the GMC Nagpur class of 1969, he was four years senior to me. Between 1979 and 1982, during our postgraduate years in Medicine at Government Medical College, Nagpur, we found ourselves gravitating more toward the residents and lecturers than the professors. They were closer to … Read more

Remembering Dr. H.C. Attal

Reading Time: 4 minutesThis morning, my friend Ramesh Mundle called to inform me that Dr. H.C. Attal, former Professor of Medicine at GMC Nagpur, passed away yesterday at the age of 86. He taught us medicine during our residency at Government Medical College, Nagpur, in the late 1970s and early 1980s. He led one of the six medicine … Read more

A Vist, A Downpour and a Suitcase Full of Yesterdays

Reading Time: 2 minutesExactly a week ago, I landed in Indore to visit my elder sister. But my heart tugged in another directionโ€”toward someone I had to see. Dr. Karunakar Trivedi. That morning, I dialed his number. His voice, gentle and warm, hadn’t changed with time. He welcomed me without pause. By noon, I was standing before Trivedi … Read more

The Mahatmaโ€™s Monitor: Decoding Gandhiโ€™s Struggle with Blood Pressure

Reading Time: 2 minutesโ€œYesterday, I took three drops of Sarpagandhaโ€”morning and evening. Walked and talked. Still, my blood pressure was 196/ 112. But thereโ€™s no cause for worry.โ€ โ€œI took three drops of Sarpagandhaโ€”morning and evening. Walked. Talked. Still, my blood pressure is 196 over 112. But thereโ€™s no cause for worry.โ€ A letter. Dated October 28, 1941. … Read more

Anaemia Story 1942

Reading Time: 3 minutesThis afternoon, while leafing through the brittle pages of a dusty medical journal, I paused. There it wasโ€”a paper from ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜”๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ ๐˜Ž๐˜ข๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, dated August 1942. The author: Dr. Sushila Nayar. I blinked. Could it be ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ Sushila Nayar? The physician who walked beside Gandhiji and founded ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ MGIMS? The young doctor who became … Read more

๐—™๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—–๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—บ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—–๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜€: ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—š๐—œ๐— ๐—ฆ ๐—ฅ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ฃ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—™๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜

Reading Time: 3 minutes“Enough is enough,” thundered Dr. Sushila Nayar, her voice cutting through the hall.“No more free PG seats for MGIMS boys and girls. If they want postgraduate degrees, they must first serve two years in the villages.” She meant it. In 1969, Dr. Nayar had built MGIMS on a dream: to raise doctors who would live … Read more

The Man Behind the Keys: The Story of Manilal Pathak

Reading Time: 5 minutesEvery institution has its unsung buildersโ€”some lay bricks, others teach, a few lead. And then there are those who, in quiet corners, type history into being. One keystroke at a time. Mr. Manilal Pathak was one such man. He was born on 5 February 1944 in Jethwara, a village in Uttar Pradeshโ€™s Pratapgarh district. His … Read more

April 22. One Year.

Reading Time: 3 minutes22nd April. One Year. Exactly a year ago, in the quiet hours of the morning, Dhirubhai left us. He was 86. It still feels unreal. Time slows when I think of him. When Dr. Sushila Nayar invited him in 1982 to take charge of MGIMS, he hesitated. โ€œI couldnโ€™t even pronounce the names of half … Read more

Dr. K.N. Ingley

Reading Time: 11 minutes(December 9, 1931 โ€“ April 19, 2025)Dr. Keshao Narayan Ingleyโ€”known to all as Dr. K.N. Ingleyโ€”was born on December 9, 1931, in the dusty heartland of Buldhana. As the eldest of five siblings, he learned early what it meant to lead, to share, and to wait his turn. The home was always fullโ€”voices echoing through … Read more