Time Flies Fast is an age old saying.
You start realizing more of these age old quotes wisdom as you enter thirties and henceforth the rest of your life. !!!
And meeting your old school pals brings forth those cherished memories that are close to your heart. New Year brought in a pleasant surprise when I received a call from Hitesh.It has been more than 12 years since we last met. He was posted in Japan with Samsung. He is still as slim as he was a decade back .His style which I appreciated the most about him since my school days is intact. I must thank him for the gesture of taking time for planning this visit to my place .
And yes I truly agree with Hitesh that after meeting , we are now just not dormant Facebook contacts.
Varun also visited probably after a gap of three years. His IAS exam has taken a toll over his stylish hair. But I bet people could sport Anupam Kher hairstyle for rest of their lives if someone would assure them of clearing the exam. Luckily Varun has managed to clear IAS without that.
It was very heartening to meet after so long. The time just flew as we were recalling those years .It just seem yesterday while were discussing and yet it seemed so much had happened in our lives during those years.Zorawar was also exited meeting them and he would pop in a few thoughts here and there to let us know .
Time flies over us, but leaves it shadow behind
Time flies on restless pinions — constant never
It was around 20 years back, when I had left Shimla and all this time I never got a chance to visit it again until this summer. It is a wonderful place and I have always have been in love with this place ever since I first visited it. I got an opportunity to stay at this place when my father was posted at Shimla in 1993-94 and have my 5th and 6th standard from this place. I had studied in Chapslle Gaden School, near Lakkar Bazar and during this visit I decided to revisit my school and revive the good old memories. This school has had an impact on my education and I was deeply impressed by my Principal Madam who also happened to be my English teacher at that time. It was probably because of her efforts and continued insistence that I developed a knack of expressing my ideas through writing .She had always encouraged us to write independently on new essay topics and would not appreciate if we would copy from essay books or other available sources. This time I met her after 20 years and it was an awesome moment .She looked as charismatic as ever and I was touched by her hospitality .The feelings are hard to express in words. I also met Mrs Dogra Vice principal at that time and it was really wonderful to meet her. Visiting my school revived my old memories, my classroom, and the swing where I would spend hours after school with my friend Rajan .It was all so awesome. The experience was doubled as my wife and son Mantej were accompanying me.
In the words of Charles Dickens: The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
Divyanshoo Kohli, 2003 batch
Connections:September 2012 (Eds: Divyanshoo’s essay was originally published in the 2012 issue of the GMCH magazine Glimpse)
As the Independence Day of India rolled by, I read an interesting series of article on the state of the country that looked back at the past 65 years of the country. It was an instructive reading, at times critical, at times sentimental and occasionally comical. It is in a similar vein that I pen down these thought regarding the state of GMCH over the past 22 years.We began way back in September 1991 in a rented building that was still under construction. Much like the students who reach the class 10 minutes too late and asks around softly for ‘an extra pen’ and prays for the good humor of the attending, we too were on a borrowed existence teetering on the precipice of failing. The stools that the students sat on were marked for Government College for Men-11, the building was for mentally challenged children (poetic!), the specimens were from PGIMER! The hostel of GMCH students was in the engineering college in sector 12. Even the director was on a loan from PGI and the patients were seen at the poly clinic in sector 22! The faculty had been hurriedly assembled from any place feasible. Like a newly born, we were dependent for everything on everyone.
Like the famed Indian approach to things we began with nothing, survived with sheer luck and blossomed through sheer perseveration despite the powers that were. Getting a letter of recognition for the medical college had all the ingredients of steep uphill battle that remind me of the ‘83 victory of Kapil Dev or VVS Laxman’s terrific score against Australia. Some of the old timers recall going on hunger strikes and shuttling between Chandigarh and New Delhi in a desperate attempt fighting an obdurate and insensitive bureaucracy that was beholden to the letter but blind to the spirit of the law. We owe it to the members of the initial batch who fought for their own and our good.
As the decade rolled by, things began to gather pace (or thereabouts!). After a series of false starts, the building of the hospital was inaugurated. The Prayaas building, our rented home in sector 38, got completed. The current students would not be able to appreciate the open hallways and the dreadful anatomy halls complete with a feeling of freedom that characterized that place. We ended up moving from sector 38 to sector 32 a few years back. Earlier, the first and second year students often commuted from 38 to 32 for college functions. Some of those innocuous trips have actually ended up in wedlock! The hostels for boys and girls were constructed; the emergency started functioning as did the ICUs. I was still around when the C-block was inaugurated and we would often lose our way in that labyrinth. Soon, the D-block came into being as well.
Through these years the college, the hospital, its faculty and students grew in numbers, strength and stature. We held convocations, organized national and international conferences one of which was graced by the former president Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam.
The strength of our college and hospital has been to a huge extent the faculty that has guided us from strength to strength as we scaled from peak to peak. A lot of the original faculty members stayed with GMCH – Drs. Atul Sachdev, Jagdish Chander, Ram Singh, SMS Lehl, AK Attri, Harsh Mohan, Kanchan Kapoor, Rajeev Sharma, Suman Kochhar among others. However, some incredibly talented people left early as well: Drs. Krishan Vij, KK Gombar, AS Bawa, Robby George among others. While the reasons they left were myriad, their loss was monumental and absence felt acutely. Any hospital is the sum of the talent of its physicians and talent retention is incumbent on the administration.
The brand ambassadors of the college are always going to be its students. In this context, the college is well-endowed. Consistently, the students entering the MBBS course have been the top-rankers and
crème-da-le-crème of the tri-state area. We have also consistently shone brightly in the national PG entrance exams of PGIMER, CBSE and AIIMS. I vividly remember the time 2 years ago when my mother had to undergo a hysterectomy at PGI. To my intense surprise and undisguised relief, every single resident in that particular Gynecology unit was from GMCH (including 2 from my batch itself)! If demographics are anything to go by, the residency class of OBGYN there is dominated by the girls of GMCH. Interestingly, some of the students have gone in a full circle and have joined the hospital as faculty – a truly joyous feeling of accomplishment!
The success story of the students in the US is self-perpetuating. We have excelled in the USMLEs and are starting to create a name. As an example, during my interviews in the USA that were spread all along the east and Midwest, I had to pay for accommodation only once! Everywhere else, there was someone from GMCH who opened the doors for me and let me stay overnight. I have no relatives in the US but still feel that help is only a phone call away. For a lot of my friends, the experience has been the same.
A matter of pride for all of us has been the newspaper stories of our students excelling in the civil services exams. Our students have gone into services as diverse as the Indian army medical corps, the IAS and even the corporate world. There have been some blemishes on this count as well. The recent spate of suicides among the younger lot has been a matter of intense shame and introspection. All our glory and accomplishments fade away when one of our own goes down so tragically.
All in all the students and faculty have worked hard to reach where we are. It is easy to bask in the glory of the bygone days and let the nostalgia sweep us under its dizzying influence. It would however be futile to pat ourselves on the back and enter into a state of inertia. Much like our nation, we have worked a lot to awaken, break the shackles and cobwebs, and gather pace as we race ahead. The time though, is to fly.
It was an immense pleasure to see this blog achieve over 25000 hits this month.And incidently this happens to be the 50 th post and makes it more special.
Over the past few years there have been visitors from all around the world and have nearly 100 comments made on the posts.It gives an immense pleasure to thank all the comments,criticism, appreciation that have come along the way and have helped me improved the blog and kept alive the passion of writing in me.
And lastly thanks to my parents,wife, sister ,teachers and friends who have have encouraged me in continuing the work………
Without inspiration the best powers of the mind remain dormant. There is a fuel in us which needs to be ignited with sparks.
Johann Gottfried Von Herder
It was a real fun to be part of this campaign ,and there was so much to learn from this endeavor.
A lot of school children participated in this drive and as a part of campaign a poster competition,essay writing competition,Rally and tree plantation drive was carried out in the sector 56 Chandigarh.
I got to have an interactive session with school kids and it was real fun interacting with them and hearing them talk.And lot of practical ideas for saving paper were generated by them during talk which included subscribing for E bill for phones,and avoiding printing ATM statements and so on..
The posters made were really good and few of them are pictured below………
Spotted at Leisure Valley Chandigarh,This en-craving on the rock spells out the Punjabi Youth way of life .
Kudos to the guy who took time out of his college schedule(Most probably,being adjacent to Arts College) to spread this message to whole of Chandigarh.(or his damsel)
“Even if you live a few days less in your life,live excessively refined and fastidious in taste and manner(foppish)”.
Diwali happens to be festival celebrated with great fervor across whole of India.It is time to meet all near and dear ones,exchange greetings and share love and joy.From shoppers bonanza to eating spree it probably adds all colors to ones life.In a materialistic world of today, Economists may call it a Chinese Diwali,businessmen may find it earning opportunity,families find it get together time.So for everyone Diwali may have different significance but message of Diwali is same for all.
“Life is a festival only to the wise.
You are invited to the festival of this world and your life is blessed.
Let this diwali burn all your bad times and enter you in good times.
Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.
The truth is that existence wants your life to become a festival…because when you are unhappy, you also throw unhappiness all around. ”