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 …
Medical Education
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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 happenโwhether …
Medical Education: Does language matter?
Twenty-four medical schools in Madhya Pradesh have made an offer that makes one sit up and notice. Now the teachers can teach and assess medical students using medical textbooks in Hindi. Students have also an option of writing their exams in Hindi. For first MBBS students, the state government has developed, and recently released Hindi …
Has NEET Affected Training of Medical Professionals?
The pressure of NEET PG has emptied classrooms. MBBS students feel that learning medicine while attending patients will not get them a postgraduate set. The process of training and learning for medical students has been deeply affected by NEET. How did NEET affect the training of medical students in India? It has decimated the joy …
Medical Conferences sans Drug Industry Sponsorship
Medical conferences are fast degenerating into melas that educate, entertain, amuse and irritate and deceiveโnot necessarily in that order. One can smell, see and feel the drug industry everywhere, advertising on the walls, shaping the contents and style of educational programmes, tempting with gifts and free meals, travel and other amenities. In 2003, MGIMS became …
Tryst with Gandhi Ashram
I wish I could have captured his photograph. Two days back, I was strolling along the Dean Office road at Sevagram where I live. I stopped when I saw a teenager- with a bucket in right hand and a sleeping bag in the left- running towards me. Panting, and perspiring profusely, he gathered his breath …