Dinkan- The New-underwear God

I knew a friend once. He always dressed fashionably. The latest trends blossomed neatly on his person. But he had a dark, festering secret. His underwear was the worst imaginable. I saw it as family heirlooms, handed unchanged and unwashed through generations. The holes would let rats through, and the stink could raise a dead […]

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The fruitful walk

I barely knew Dr. Rajagopal. But I had worked in Calicut for my MCh in the opening decade of the millennium, and the Institute of Palliative Medicine was famous. His life’s work was not only that building I saw, but a people’s movement that has now spread all over the country. Curative Medicine has made […]

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The Great Thesis-Escape.

Surgery residency, most young medics know, is meant to be tough. The hours. The sleeplessness. The heat, the lot. In India, a crushing hierarchy and slavish obeisance. A continuous hum of vague self-pity.  Deliberate implantation of a feeling of worthlessness. The perpetual emptiness of never, ever being appreciated. It was a bit muted in JIPMER. […]

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