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 …
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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 …
๐ฆ๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐ด๐ฟ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ต๐ณ๐ฌ๐: ๐๐น๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฒ๐บ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐
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 Mehtaโs 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 …
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, …
The Unsung Heroes: Caregivers in Palliative Care
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 …
When Cancer Talks Back
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. โHow dare you talk to me?โ she shouted, her chest rising and falling with anger. โGet out! Donโt come near me! Donโt touch me!โ Her words …
A Walk Down Memory Lane: The Forgotten Colonies of MGIMS
The namesโKabir, Ramdas, Vivekanand, Guru Nanak, Ramkrishna, Dharmanand, Martin Luther King, Patel, and Birlaโare 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 Heart of MGIMS: Gone but Not Forgotten
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 …