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\n \n \n Professor of Medicine
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\n \n \n Professor of Medicine
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\n \n \n Professor of Medicine
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Dr. O.P. Gupta \u2014 The Quiet Builder<\/h2>\n\n\n
Dr. Gupta was the anchor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I joined his unit as a lecturer in June 1983, and my first impression of him was not what I expected. I had braced for the formal distance that senior professors maintain. What I found instead was warmth. Soon after my wedding, he and his wife Geeta invited Bhavana and me for lunch. I was a junior lecturer \u2014 barely known, easily overlooked. They treated us like family. That small gesture told me more about the kind of man he was than any ward round ever could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He had joined MGIMS in 1971, when the department was still finding its feet. In those early years, there were only a handful of physicians. They did everything \u2014 OPD, wards, teaching, emergencies, administration \u2014 often in the same breath, on the same morning, without complaint. Dr. Gupta carried that habit his entire career. He never seemed to distinguish between what was his job and what simply needed doing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For years, his unit ran out of the old Birla guest house. The walls peeled. The tube lights flickered weakly. The wards looked more like dormitories than a teaching hospital. But he practised medicine there with the seriousness of a man in the finest metropolitan institution. He never used the building as an excuse for his standards.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He also had a strict streak that kept us alert. Living in MLK Colony, he would sometimes appear in the ward without warning \u2014 just to check if the residents were awake and doing what they were supposed to do. It kept us nervous. It also kept us honest. We were better doctors because we never quite knew when he might walk through the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As Dean, between 1994 and 2002, he changed how MGIMS examined its students. He pushed for MCQ-based entrance exams, bringing objectivity into a system that could otherwise bend with influence and mood. It was the kind of reform that people resist at first and quietly thank you for later.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even after a heart attack and bypass surgery, he never stopped learning. When we moved to the new building in 2012, his office sat close to mine. I would often look across and find him bent over a computer screen \u2014 reading, searching, figuring things out \u2014 like a student who had never quite finished his education.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He retired on 31 July 2023, at the age of eighty. The department didn’t just lose a senior professor that day. It lost a habit of discipline.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
***<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n If Dr. Gupta was the steady hand, Dr. Jain was the sharp blade.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He came from Uttar Pradesh and joined MGIMS in 1974. For a time, he had considered Psychiatry. Medicine claimed him instead \u2014 and, I think, got the better of the bargain. Dr. Jain believed in the bedside more than the machine. He had no patience for unnecessary tests, unnecessary labels, or the kind of medical theatre that impresses families while helping no one. His consultations were spare and precise, like a well-edited sentence.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He often quoted Osler: “The good physician treats the disease; the great physician treats the patient who has the disease.”<\/em> But with Dr. Jain, this was never merely a quotation. It was a working style, visible in everything he did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He could be intimidating. His wit could sting. If you tried to cover ignorance with confidence, he could puncture you with a single line. But behind that sharpness lived something solid: a clinician’s integrity that patients recognised long before they could articulate it. In 1995, when Dr. Sushila Nayar suffered a massive heart attack, she chose Dr. Jain as her physician \u2014 without sending for anyone from Delhi or seeking a more famous name. That choice said more about him than any award could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He built things too, quietly and without fanfare: the Dialysis Unit, the Geriatric OPD, and the DNB Family Medicine programme, which grew into one of the strongest in the country.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When Parkinson’s disease arrived in 2018, he didn’t announce it. He simply carried it. With trembling hands and an unsteady gait, he continued his ward rounds, his journal clubs, and his teaching. He did not dramatise his struggle. He refused to let it become the story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He retired on the same day as Dr. Gupta \u2014 31 July 2023. Two pillars gone together, on a single afternoon. The hospital felt quieter after that. It still does.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He is no longer with us. But the way he thought about patients \u2014 that precise, unsentimental, deeply humane way of thinking \u2014 remains present in every doctor he trained. That is not a small legacy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ***<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n And then there was Ulhas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To the world, he is Dr. Ulhas Jajoo. To me, he has always been Ulhas Bhaiyya \u2014 and that is the only name I am able to write here without feeling that something essential has been left out.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Our story began long before Sevagram, in Nagpur, when I was still a student and he was the senior who decided newspapers were more dangerous than cigarettes. He cancelled our newspaper subscription to protect two young boys from distraction. At the time, I thought it was strict. Later I understood it was care \u2014 the particular, slightly interfering kind that only people who genuinely invest in you will bother to offer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In 1982, when I stood uncertain at the crossroads between private practice and hospital life, it was Ulhas who looked at me and said, almost without ceremony: “Why don’t you join us at Sevagram?”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n That one sentence changed the direction of my life. I have thought about it many times since.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He practised medicine like an art, not a transaction. He trusted experience and intuition in ways that kept younger colleagues slightly uneasy \u2014 because he was so often right. He would remind us, with a half-smile, that statistics speak in averages while patients arrive one at a time. He never forgot the difference.<\/p>\n\n\n\n His ward rounds had their own unmistakable rhythm. Khadi shirt. Chappals. A crowd of students trailing behind him, notebooks ready. Questions fired like arrows \u2014 not to embarrass, but to awaken. He asked about symptoms, yes. But he also asked about money, family, fear, and the long walk to reach us. The patient was never just a case to him. The patient was always a person who had arrived at the hospital carrying more than their illness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He was a storyteller, and that made his teaching impossible to forget. Students didn’t remember only his prescriptions. They remembered his tone, his patience, the particular way he sat beside a bed and listened without glancing at the clock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Every year on February 14, social media fills with tributes written by people he trained. One student once wrote something that has stayed with me: “I saw Jajoo Sir speaking with patients with compassion, and I wanted to be just like him.”<\/em> That one sentence, I think, is the most complete description of what he gave us.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ulhas taught us that the most sophisticated instrument in medicine is not the CT scanner. It is the ear. And the willingness to use it without hurrying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He retires on 28 February 2026. A fortnight from now. I have been trying, without much success, to imagine the department without him.<\/p>\n\n\n\nDr. A.P. Jain \u2014 The Clinician Who Used Fewer Words<\/h2>\n\n\n
Dr. Ulhas Jajoo \u2014 The Humanist Who Never Hurried<\/h2>\n\n\n