@icelandcricket@ICC Our loss as Indian cricket fans, to host your lot! I'm sure you will also miss our 'warm' hospitality!
Will b thr to cheer ur team, unless u r playing against us ofc, when u do get the chance to showcase ur cricketing talent on global level - hope they r as good as the tweets!!
All students in medicine / senior residents in hematology and oncology will definitely enjoy this easy read on doxorubicin’s clinical utility and evidence, dosage , administration and toxicity profiles
#neetpg#neetss#oncology#doxorubicin
https://t.co/6CojsUq0Db
We have our patients ‘complaining ‘ or sometimes happy about the hypopigmentations caused by usage of Imatinib , check out this rare hyperpigmentation in this patient presenting as melasma like macules in the pictorial CME in our latest issue #cml
https://t.co/4b2xjfxC3v
🚨 New Issue Alert!
The International Journal of Molecular and Immuno Oncology (IJMIO) Volume 10, Issue 2 (May–Aug 2025) is now published online. Explore cutting-edge work in molecular oncology, immunotherapy, and translational research: https://t.co/2AE9XiRInP
When they insult—stay silent, but smile.
When they lie—let truth unfold.
When they shout—lower your tone.
When they blame—observe, don’t defend.
Real power isn’t in proving.
It’s in knowing you don’t need to.
Lionel Messi is one of those rare athletes whose story transcends sport. His journey from a child fighting physical odds to a footballer who redefined excellence has moved millions across the world. As someone who has lived the life of an athlete, I hold profound respect and admiration for what he represents perseverance humility and an uncompromising pursuit of greatness.
Yet as his recent visit to India unfolded parts of it felt chaotic and left me quietly uneasy. It compelled me to pause and reflect not in judgment but in genuine concern about what we were really trying to achieve.
I fully understand the economics of sport. I understand commercial realities global branding and the magnetism of icons. I do not fault Messi in any way. He has earned every opportunity that comes his way and admiration for greatness is natural even beautiful.
But admiration must also invite introspection.
As a society are we building a culture of sport or are we simply celebrating individuals from afar.
Millions were spent for moments of proximity photographs and fleeting access to a legend. And yes it is people’s money earned honestly and theirs to spend as they choose. Still I can’t help but feel a quiet sadness wondering what might have been possible if even a fraction of that energy and investment had been directed toward the foundations of sport in our country.
Playgrounds where children can run freely. Coaches who can guide young talent. Grassroots programmes that give opportunity to those who may never otherwise be seen. Spaces where sport is not a spectacle but a daily habit a teacher and a source of dignity.
Great sporting nations are not built by moments they are built by systems. By patience. By belief in the ordinary child with an extraordinary dream.
Icons like Messi inspire us and that inspiration matters deeply. But inspiration must be met with intent. With long term commitment. With choices that reflect not just what excites us today but what will strengthen us tomorrow.
If we truly wish to honour legends like Messi the most meaningful way to do so is not through grand gestures but by ensuring that somewhere in India a young child has a field to play on a coach to believe in them and a chance to dream.
That is how sporting cultures are born. And that is how legacies endure.
With the team that embodies the way you want to work to the T, milestones are meant to be crossed - Successful completion of 75 #stemcelltransplants in 30 months of starting the unit at #apollocancercentres, #visakhapatnam! Particularly happy of the low TRM in last 1 year+
The Day a Single Paracetamol Made All the Difference
It was a blistering summer afternoon in May 1994, in Vellore. I was a young medical intern, freshly out of college, posted in the Community Medicine department at one of India’s most respected hospitals. That day, I was scheduled for a rural medical camp in the Jawadi Hills — a remote tribal region a few hours away from our campus.
Usually, a senior MD resident would accompany interns like me to guide us through the day. But fate had other plans. A last-minute emergency at the main hospital meant the resident couldn't join, and suddenly, I found myself solely responsible for nearly 70 patients waiting at the rural camp. I had some backup — a calm and capable senior nurse — but the clinical decisions and care would rest on my shoulders.
Just as we were getting ready to leave, I began to feel… off. A low-grade fever had crept in, and by the time we were halfway through the winding roads leading to the hills, chills and body aches had taken over. When we arrived, the nurse took one look at me, placed a hand on my forehead, and insisted on checking my temperature. It read 104°F.
She offered me a CROCIN — a simple paracetamol tablet — and a glass of water. I hesitated. But then, I saw them — the long line of patients, some of whom had walked miles through rough terrain just for this one chance to see a doctor. This was no time for me to rest. So I took the tablet, took a deep breath, and stepped into the shade of the giant tree that served as our makeshift clinic.
There was no examination table, no air conditioning, no diagnostic lab — just us, a wooden bench, a helper sitting beside us with a box of basic medicines, and a nurse ready to perform minor procedures. Wound dressings, injections, prescribing antibiotics for infections, advising mothers on child nutrition, checking blood pressure — everything happened right there, under the open sky.
As the day wore on, something remarkable happened. I forgot I was sick.
Yes, the fever was still there for a while, but seeing patient after patient, listening to their struggles, offering small comforts — it shifted my perspective. My temporary discomfort felt tiny in comparison to their daily hardships. One family even invited me for lunch at their modest home. I accepted. I’ve never believed in fearing “unhygienic food” — if they could eat that food every day and live, I could certainly eat it once without complaint. It turned out to be a simple, hearty meal — one of the most satisfying I’ve ever had.
By evening, we had seen every single patient. The fever had quietly subsided. The nurse, ever watchful, offered me a second dose of paracetamol before our return journey. I smiled and declined. I didn’t need it.
Now, 31 years later, I still remember that day with immense clarity and gratitude. It was the only time in my life I took a paracetamol tablet. Since then, even when I get the occasional viral fever (thankfully rare thanks to annual flu shots), I usually choose to ride it out — body aches, malaise, all of it. I’ve come to appreciate the feeling of “mild sickness” — the quiet resilience of the body healing itself.
But that one day, in a forgotten village in Jawadi Hills, a single paracetamol tablet, along with an exceptional nurse and a deep sense of responsibility, helped me keep going. Sometimes, medicine is more than just science — it’s about timing, purpose, and the will to serve.
Glad that my wife and me didn't try to influence my daughter into this rut that is CET prep!
Respected her choice of opting for humanities.. She's a happier soul!
10 years and JEE still haunts me. What people don't understand is, middle class kids like me really don't have many options. Like when I couldn't get into an lIT for my UG, my entire family didn't talk to me for 3 years. Except for maa. Not their mistake. They sacrificed everything for me. Expectations are iminent. 1/ n
Immensely satisfying experience conducting STEP UP 1.0, a focused Academic meeting on #HSCT. Good discussion b/w passionate speakers and eager audience! #bmt#stemcelltransplant
The January–April 2025 issue of International Journal of Molecular and Immuno Oncology @IjmioJournal.
Published by @scientifscholar on behalf of Molecular Oncology Society and Immuno Oncology Leadership Network.
https://t.co/vIM42cJcAZ
@purvish1@Prasshmehta#ScientificScholar
She continues to say, 'I responded well, got better and gave him a reason for happiness'!
How right she is!
As 🧑⚕️, the sheer joy we get seeing the patients get better is immeasurable! No token of gratitude is equal to it or needed!
Thank you to all the pts who got btr wth our Rx
2day hpnd to see a f/up young patient of mine, one with a particularly difficult course! We (father, patient & myself) got to reminiscing her journey at which point father asked her to thank me for making her better. She said with assurance, 'the doctor shud thank me'!