Yesterday, the news reached me: Dr. Vinod Adbe is no more. It was a simple, heavy message that pulled me back forty-six years to the corridors of Ward 13 at GMC Nagpur. I was an MD resident then, and Dr. Adbe was my teacher.
Personal Narratives
Reflections on family life, personal hobbies, and the intersection of poetry and medicine.
Jiji
I always called her Jiji; her first name never seemed to fit the space she held in my life. Pushpa, my second elder sister, was born on May 17, 1946—fifteen months before India stepped into independence.
Walking Alone
सजन रे, झूठ मत बोलो,
ख़ुदा के पास जाना है।
न गाड़ी है, न घोड़ा है,
वहाँ तो पैदल ही जाना है।
Dr. B.S. Choubey
Fourteen years ago, on this very day, 𝗗𝗿 𝗕. 𝗦. 𝗖𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗲𝘆 left us for good.
Even now, nearly four decades later, my residency days at GMC Nagpur return with startling clarity. I still see him stepping into Ward 23: immaculately dressed, tie perfectly knotted, suit crisp, shoes shining, and his English as flawless as his clinical judgement.
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 the essay