Reflections on Medicine and Life by Dr. S.P. Kalantri
I call her Badibaiโthe elder mother. It is a heavy title, perhaps, for a woman who is my sister, but from the moment I opened my eyes to the world, her affection has been as encompassing and natural as a well-worn cotton sari.
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
Last week, I shared a post about Surendra Gujarโthe ever-present photographer who arrived in Sevagram in 1970 and went on to serve MGIMS for more than two and a half decades. In 1997, he turned off the flash and walked into the light. He was more than just a photographer. With a simple camera, steady … Read more
Sevagram, 1970. Dr. Sushila Nayar, ๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ช ๐๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ซ๐ช, stands among medical students, passing a basket of waste from hand to hand. This was ๐ด๐ฉ๐ณ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ข๐ข๐ฏ. Not an occasional gesture, but a way of life on campus.She arrived in Sevagram in 1938, fresh from Lady Hardinge, to treat Gandhijiโs high blood pressure. But what she truly learned here … Read more
In August 1969, the first batch of medical students arrived in Sevagram. Sixty of them, to be preciseโforty-six boys and fourteen girlsโarmed with dreams, duffel bags, and probably very few clues. But there was one small problem: Where exactly was the college? And more urgently: Where were they going to live? The answer lay just … Read more