The Quiet Wit of Ward 13
Yesterday the news reached me: Dr. Vinod Adbe is no more. A remembrance of the man who taught me medicine in Ward 13 at GMC Nagpur — and whose dry wit arrived a full three seconds after the punchline.
Personal Narratives
Reflections on family life, personal hobbies, and the intersection of poetry and medicine.
Jiji
She was eleven years older, steady, always there. A portrait of my sister Pushpa — the homes she built, the letters she wrote, and the quiet way she held all of us together.
Walking Alone
A song my mother loved returns on her hundredth birthday, carrying with it a life lived quietly—of faith, family, endurance, and an unspoken understanding that, in the end, we walk alone.
Dr. B.S. Choubey
Fourteen years after his passing, the image of Dr. B. S. Choubey stepping into Ward 23 remains startlingly clear. Immaculate in dress and flawless in clinical judgement, he commanded a respect that taught us more than any lecture ever could.
This is Not Cricket
A few days ago, Saurabh Ganguly switched off the India–Pakistan match after the 15th over and watched the Manchester Derby instead. I’m not surprised. As a medical student in the 70s and 80s, I grew up watching Pakistan at its peak—Imran Khan, Javed Miandad, Zaheer Abbas, Sarfraz Nawaz, Abdul Qadir, Mudassar Nazar, Wasim Akram, Waqar … Read more