Reflections on Medicine and Life by Dr. S.P. Kalantri
Reflections on family life, personal hobbies, and the intersection of poetry and medicine.
Picture this. The year was 1962. The village was Balwadi, nestled on the border of Maharashtra and Madhya Pradesh. The small village was surrounded by thick and dense forests, home to many panthers. These predators often crossed the thin boundary between the forest and the village. Whenever they appeared, they incited panic and terror among … Read the essay
On May 10, an unknown number flashed on my phone. A few minutes earlier, I had received a message from the same number, introducing the sender as Mr. Halbe’s student and current colleague, requesting to speak with me about a surprise event for Mr. Halbe’s 76th birthday. The caller was Mr. Shrirang Padhye, a Mumbai-based … Read the essay
In the corridors of our hospital, a remarkable story unfolded just a day ago. A woman well into her nineties, her spirit worn by time but her resolve firm. Hailing from a village 200 kilometers east of Sevagram, she lived out her days in the company of memories and her devoted son after the loss … Read the essay
Novak Djokovic has always been my hero, and I have supported and cheered for him throughout his career. However, I faced a dilemma when he competed against Roger Federer, as I greatly admired Federer as well. It was always a mix of emotions when one of them emerged as the champion. While I also enjoyed … Read the essay
I vividly remember 𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗦𝗿𝗶𝗸𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗵’𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗧𝗲𝘀𝘁 match in 1981 against England in Mumbai. We saw the most unusual runout in a test match that day. Srikkanth ran himself out by performing an unexpected and nonchalant act. The ball was still in play when he casually strolled outside the crease, unaware of the consequences. John … Read the essay