Me- Male Chauvinist Pig

Saranya really interested me during third year. A few girls who were her followers orbited around her in perpetuity. I followed her around for a bit, and she seemed to tolerate me. I felt grateful, for she was very intelligent and beautiful. Many said she was dominating, and combative. ”She hates men” someone told me. […]

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The Encounter with the Scourge.

“Go to the ID ward. There is a lymph node biopsy” The Senior Resident ordered. I was the second year Resident. It was the year 2000. A small jolt of dread colored my mind. ‘ID Ward’. People talk about it in whispers, in JIPMER. It was the medicine men who go there. We surgeons did […]

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The Encounter with the Scourge.

“Go to the ID ward. There is a lymph node biopsy” The Senior Resident ordered. I was the second year Resident. It was the year 2000. A small jolt of dread colored my mind. ‘ID Ward’. People talk about it in whispers, in JIPMER. It was the medicine men who go there. We surgeons did […]

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Dancing with bombs- The End.

“Mohammed Khan is dead”- Manu said. Manu was the person who got the first pair of hands that were ever transplanted from a dead human to another in India. Now, he worked as a transplant assistant, helping in the rehabilitation of patients operated by us. He was in contact with Mohammed and his family, who […]

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A missing Thumb, and- God!

One of my main area of interest was reconstructive micro-surgery: putting back severed fingers, repairing nerves and blood vessels under the microscope, taking tissue from one site of the body and inserting it into defects created by trauma or tumour re-section by joining minute blood vessels, etcetera. This was a branch of Reconstructive Plastic Surgery. […]

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