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Bhalchandra Chorghade

11 August 2025 at 1:54:18 pm

Healing Beyond the Clinic

Dr Kirti Samudra “If you want to change the world, go home and love your family.” This thought by Mother Teresa finds reflection in the life of Panvel-based diabetologist Dr Kirti Samudra, who has spent decades caring not only for her family but also thousands of patients who see her as their guide. As we mark International Women’s Day, stories like hers remind us that women of substance often shape society quietly through compassion, resilience and dedication. Doctor, mother, homemaker,...

Healing Beyond the Clinic

Dr Kirti Samudra “If you want to change the world, go home and love your family.” This thought by Mother Teresa finds reflection in the life of Panvel-based diabetologist Dr Kirti Samudra, who has spent decades caring not only for her family but also thousands of patients who see her as their guide. As we mark International Women’s Day, stories like hers remind us that women of substance often shape society quietly through compassion, resilience and dedication. Doctor, mother, homemaker, mentor and philanthropist — Dr Samudra has balanced many roles with commitment. While she manages a busy medical practice, her deeper calling has always been service. For her, medicine is not merely a profession but a responsibility towards the people who depend on her guidance. Nagpur to Panvel Born and raised in Nagpur, Dr Samudra completed her medical education there before moving to Mumbai in search of better opportunities. The early years were challenging. With determination, she and her husband Girish Samudra, an entrepreneur involved in underwater pipeline projects, chose to build their life in Panvel. At a time when the town was still developing and healthcare awareness was limited, she decided to make it both her workplace and home. What began with modest resources gradually grew into a trusted medical practice built on long-standing relationships with patients. Fighting Diabetes Recognising the growing threat of diabetes, Dr Samudra dedicated her career to treating and educating patients about the disease. Over the years, she has registered nearly 30,000 patients from Panvel and nearby areas. Yet she believes treatment alone is not enough. “Diabetes is a lifelong disease. Medicines are important, but patient education is equally critical. If people understand the condition, they can manage it better and prevent complications,” she says. For more than 27 years, she has organised an Annual Patients’ Education Programme, offering diagnostic tests at concessional rates and sessions on lifestyle management. Family, Practice With her husband frequently travelling for business, much of the responsibility of raising their two children fell on Dr Samudra. Instead of expanding her practice aggressively, she kept it close to home and adjusted her OPD timings around her children’s schedules. “It was not easy,” she recalls, “but I wanted to fulfil my responsibilities as a mother while continuing to serve my patients.” Beyond Medicine Today, Dr Samudra also devotes time to social initiatives through the Bharat Vikas Parishad, where she serves as Regional Head. Her projects include  Plastic Mukta Vasundhara , which promotes reduced use of single-use plastic, and  Sainik Ho Tumchyasathi , an initiative that sends Diwali  faral  (snack hamper) to Indian soldiers posted at the borders. Last year alone, 15,000 boxes were sent to troops. Despite decades of service, she measures success not in wealth but in goodwill. “I may not have earned huge money,” she says, “but I have earned immense love and respect from my patients. That is something I will always be grateful for.”

England’s Swashbuckling Swagger Sinks into a Snooze-Fest

How the mighty have fallen—or rather, how the mighty have been forced to sit down, sip some chamomile tea, and play like it’s 1995. England’s Bazball revolution, that testosterone-fueled, chest-thumping, boundary-bashing philosophy, got a proper spanking at Lord’s this week in the India vs. England Test. On a slow, dry pitch that looked like it was plotting to turn into the Sahara by day five, England’s batters were reduced to prodding and poking like nervous accountants at a tax audit. Three runs an over? Is this cricket or a funeral procession?


Let’s set the scene. Lord’s, the so-called Home of Cricket, was dressed up in its Sunday best, ready to host another chapter of Bazball’s Greatest Hits. Except, someone forgot to tell the pitch it was supposed to be a flat belter for England’s cavaliers to plunder. Instead, it turned up like a grumpy uncle at a family reunion—dry, uncooperative, and ready to make everyone miserable. India’s spinners, led by the wily Washington Sundar, who probably spent the night whispering dark spells into the turf, licked their lips and got to work. The result? England’s batters, usually swinging like pirates in a rum-soaked tavern brawl, were tamed into submission, crawling along at a run rate that made Geoffrey Boycott look like Glenn Maxwell.


The Bazball faithful in the stands must have been gutted. They came expecting pyrotechnics—Joe Root reverse-scooping Jasprit Bumrah for six, Ben Stokes charging down the track to loft Ravindra Jadeja into the Mound Stand. Instead, they got Zak Crawley poking at deliveries like he was defusing a bomb, and Ben Duckett playing with the intensity of a man choosing wallpaper samples. Three runs an over? I’ve seen faster scoring in a chess match. The Long Room probably started serving decaf just to match the vibe.


Let’s talk about the culprits. The pitch, for one, deserves a stern talking-to. It was so slow and dry it could’ve doubled as a set for a Mad Max reboot. Every ball seemed to take an eternity to reach the batter, giving India’s spinners enough time to solve a Rubik’s Cube between deliveries. Jadeja, with that devilish grin, was tossing up deliveries that spun like a politician dodging a question. Poor Ollie Pope looked like he was trying to read Sanskrit while facing him, his bat waving around like a white flag.


Then there’s England’s own Bazball bravado, which, let’s be honest, has always been one bad day away from looking like a midlife crisis. The philosophy—attack everything, fear nothing—works when the pitch is flatter than a pancake and the bowlers are spraying it like a toddler with a garden hose. But on a Lord’s track that’s turning like a corkscrew? Good luck, lads. Stokes, the ginger general, tried to rally the troops with his usual “let’s smack it and see what happens” vibe, but even he ended up playing a forward defensive that would’ve made Alastair Cook shed a tear of pride. The irony? England’s most aggressive captain since Douglas Jardine was forced to channel his inner tortoise.


India, meanwhile, were loving every minute of it. Shubman Gill, sipping chai in the slips, was probably composing a victory poem in his head. Bumrah, with that slingshot action, was unplayable, sending down yorkers that had England’s batters questioning their life choices. And don’t get me started on Jadeja, who was spinning the ball so much it looked like it had its own GPS. India didn’t just outbowl England; they outsmarted them, outfoxed them, and probably out-tangoed them in the team hotel’s dance-off the night before.


So, where does Bazball go from here? Do they double down, come out swinging, and risk looking like lunatics on a pitch that’s crumbling faster than a digestive biscuit? Or do they admit that sometimes, just sometimes, a bit of old-school Test cricket nous might be the way to go? Knowing Stokes, he’ll probably try to reverse-sweep a bouncer on day four just to prove a point. But for now, Bazball’s been muted, its volume turned down from 11 to a whimpering 2. Lord’s, that grand old stage, has spoken: even the brashest of revolutions can’t always bully a pitch into submission.


And as for India? They’re probably back at the hotel, toasting their dominance with mango lassi and plotting how to make England’s batters cry again. Bazball, you’ve been served. Time to dust off the old textbook and remember how to grind. Or, you know, just pray for rain.


(The writer is a senior journalist based in Mumbai.)

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