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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalAnurag Kumar is a Paediatric Surgeon, with over thirty years of experience. He has medical degrees from the King George's Medical College, Lucknow, and from the Christian Medical College, Vellore. He has worked in hospitals spanning the entire spectrum from government hospitals to industrial hospitals to hospitals in the corporate sector. He is currently a free lancing private practitioner in Bilaspur, Chhattisgarh. He brings to his job an optimum blend of medical knowledge acquired through long years of arduous training, and the innate sensitivity of human nature, giving hRead More...
Anurag Kumar is a Paediatric Surgeon, with over thirty years of experience. He has medical degrees from the King George's Medical College, Lucknow, and from the Christian Medical College, Vellore.
He has worked in hospitals spanning the entire spectrum from government hospitals to industrial hospitals to hospitals in the corporate sector. He is currently a free lancing private practitioner in Bilaspur, Chhattisgarh.
He brings to his job an optimum blend of medical knowledge acquired through long years of arduous training, and the innate sensitivity of human nature, giving him a viewpoint that is, at once, both clinical and sentimental.
Anurag also has this creative streak which allowed him to dabble in theatre and stagecraft, and eventually led him to his tryst with writing.
For him, this book of ‘stories’, is a catharsis of sorts, a journey through life changing events of the past, written with an unabashedly personal flavour.
He hopes this is just the beginning.
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At the end of the corridor was the ICU. Crashing through its swinging doors, I stood still for a while. Hands on my knees, I waited to catch my breath.
As I straightened up, I felt a chill run up my spine. I hoped it was simply because of the hyper–cooled AC of the ICU and not an omen of things to come….
Come, let's hide in here, tucked away quietly in the middle of a doctors' mind, and watch from up close, the heavy traffic o
At the end of the corridor was the ICU. Crashing through its swinging doors, I stood still for a while. Hands on my knees, I waited to catch my breath.
As I straightened up, I felt a chill run up my spine. I hoped it was simply because of the hyper–cooled AC of the ICU and not an omen of things to come….
Come, let's hide in here, tucked away quietly in the middle of a doctors' mind, and watch from up close, the heavy traffic of tiny, short-lived electrical action potentials crashing into the consciousness and changing into long-lasting memories and life-changing philosophies.
For that is where this book will take you – right into a doctor’s mind.
And watch Death from up close. And admire the pristine innocence of a child, the pride of the poor and the phoenix of Man rise from the ashes of defeat.
And watch Life from up close. And marvel at its intricate alignments and infinite hope.
Witness from up close the gladiatorial battle between raw human emotion and cold clinical logic.
Hold on tight as the pendulum swings from death to life, from defeat to victory, from despair to joy.
Come, let's watch a Bipolar Life and the many short stories that make it.
Come, let's watch it all from here.
From inside the doctor's mind.
At the end of the corridor was the ICU. Crashing through its swinging doors, I stood still for a while. Hands on my knees, I waited to catch my breath.
As I straightened up, I felt a chill run up my spine. I hoped it was simply because of the hyper–cooled AC of the ICU and not an omen of things to come….
Come, let's hide in here, tucked away quietly in the middle of a doctors' mind, and watch from up close, the heavy traffic o
At the end of the corridor was the ICU. Crashing through its swinging doors, I stood still for a while. Hands on my knees, I waited to catch my breath.
As I straightened up, I felt a chill run up my spine. I hoped it was simply because of the hyper–cooled AC of the ICU and not an omen of things to come….
Come, let's hide in here, tucked away quietly in the middle of a doctors' mind, and watch from up close, the heavy traffic of tiny, short-lived electrical action potentials crashing into the consciousness and changing into long-lasting memories and life-changing philosophies.
For that is where this book will take you – right into a doctor’s mind.
And watch Death from up close. And admire the pristine innocence of a child, the pride of the poor and the phoenix of Man rise from the ashes of defeat.
And watch Life from up close. And marvel at its intricate alignments and infinite hope.
Witness from up close the gladiatorial battle between raw human emotion and cold clinical logic.
Hold on tight as the pendulum swings from death to life, from defeat to victory, from despair to joy.
Come, let's watch a Bipolar Life and the many short stories that make it.
Come, let's watch it all from here.
From inside the doctor's mind.
Like the Apple of Eden, it was forbidden. And therefore, enticing. The song, I mean. None of us kids were allowed to even hum it, let alone sing it. It was an okay-ish song, nothing too great, but those two brothers, Rakesh and Rajesh, liked it so much they kind of made it their own, not all Read More...
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