MY BELOVED PISHI

Ranu Pishi in front of Taj Mahal

My Choto Pishi was my friend, aunt and also like a mom for years, and to know that she is gone brings both a sense of shock and a profound sadness - shock that someone so brilliantly alive can disappear so suddenly, and sadness to know that aunt's unique spirit and energy will no longer be part of my life and no longer be working its magic in the world at large.

I still feel a warmth around me like her presence is so near, and I close my eyes to visualize her face like she were here. I will treasure and endure all the best times we spent together as they are locked inside my heart.

Something special for you রানু  পিসি ..........

I close my eyes as I wipe a tear,

All of your love I will always hold near.

When my time comes..............

I will meet you in heaven!

I LOVE AND MISS YOU!

                                                                                                            

                                                                                                Sona

In Memory of my Sister

If there is true love in this world, then it is this-my little sister -it is this!

Me and Ranu on her birthday at Mejda's (Chandrasekharpur)

My sweet sister, my dearest Ranu, you are in Heaven now but you are still alive in the sweet memories of my Life. You are always in my mind as if you never left.  And you will continue to stay in my heart like a lotus flower forever until we meet again.

By now, you probably have met Didi, our elder sister. And I have full faith that one day we three sisters will reunite in Heaven.  Meanwhile, I know you are my guardian angels and that you shine through the stars in the sky as you watch over all of us.

-Chotdi (Samira Dutt)

In memory of a good friend who is also the wife of my Best friend.

" It is the will of God and Nature that these mortal bodies be laid aside, when the sole is to enter in to real life, 'Its rather an embryo state, a preparation for living, Men and women are not completely born until they be dead: Why then should we grieve that a new child is born among the Immortals? "Benjamin Franklin.

Krushna Madhupuri,  Bhubaneswar

We miss you Ranu Pishi

Uma Bhawan, Dussehra, 2012 -With Ranu Pishi & Pisa Babu

Mitra family-outside Mayfair Hotel, Bhubaneswar

Our affectionate sister

"Borda, Aami jaachi"...

Sabita between her two big brothers

"Brother, I will take leave now"-These were Ranu's last words before she left Uma Bhawan, her maiden home. She bid farewell saying those three words.

Ranu and I had a very close bond. She used to take care of me, frequently calling and checking on how I was doing. Although I was the elder brother, I used to constantly look up to her for her advice starting from health to nutrition to any medical consultation. In spite of her schedule, she never failed to stop by and check up on my failing health. Her advice was so invaluable to me.

The three Mitra brothers

I fondly remember that last evening. Ranu stopped by our house. She had brought pomegranate, my favorite fruit. She said, "Borda, I have got Bedanda for you". She affectionately cut it open and offered it to me. As I had it, little did I know that it was the last time I will be having the fruit from my sister's hands. The next morning I was told that she is no more. Only her memories will stay with me.

-Dr. Ashamukul Mitra

Mother, doctor, wife

MBBS Graduation

I came across an interesting article by J. A. Hammond on the NCBI website. The title is "Mother, doctor, wife". Hammond talks about how women physicians often play a triple role: mother, doctor, and wife and how these individuals need to strive so much harder if they wish to make each role fulfilling and wish to balance their career and personal life. I found the read a page-turner because it resonated so well.


Looking back at my mom's life, not only was she all that but so much more: a loving and caring daughter, daughter-in-law, sister and aunt. Moreover, she took on these roles voluntarily and happily. Why I decided to write about this today is because I have been down with fever and sore throat since the past few days. As I open my medicine box (so meticulously packed by my parents from my India trips). Each medicine is labeled with symptoms and dosage/prescription. I fondly remember when I fell ill, mummy would make delicious tomato and chicken soups with bread croutons. Her hand on my forehead was such a magical feeling! 


I remember my mom being one of the first people next to relatives' side when they were going through a medical ailment, during deliveries or even at some's death bed The only thing that saddens me is we were not

With Minister of Health, Algeria

not beside her when she breathed her last. Although friends and family ask us to take consolation in the fact that she had such a sudden and painless death. She was at her clinic even a few hours before, seeing patients. Later when one of those patients came for a follow-up checkup, he was shocked to hear about her demise. He had brought sweets to express his gratitude that he was already cured in his first visit. He said that mom was the number one ENT surgeon in foreign body extraction in the area. I felt happy for her:that she managed not only to get a grip back but also  excel in her profession in spite of making our betterment her topmost priority in life. I am so proud of you mom.

My parents met during the third year of med school (MBBS) in SCB Medical College, the premier institute of the state. Later they did their post graduation (MS) from PMCH (Patna Medical College and Hospital) in their respective specialities. My father went for PG first. My mom continued to work as a doctor during that  year and sponsored his education. The following year, she joined PG herself on a DGHS (Director General Health Services) scholarship funded by Goverment of India. Following their specialization, they went on a foreign assignment to Algeria. Mom joined as ENT specialist and father as an Orthopedic specialist. Although they both became very popular in the hospital there they  believed that they learned a lot professionally while working alongside world renowned surgeons who also happened to be posted around the same time. I have very nice memories from my childhood there. Our neighbors and family friends were extremely warm and hospitable people.

Papa and Mummy with their colleagues

After my parents returned to India in the late eighties, they joined Capital Hospital, Bhubaneswar. Around this time, although my mother was approved for the specialist position, she forwent that and instead went with the assistant surgeon position. She didn't accept the specialist opportunity for the next decade or so, until I was in college. She chose to take this professional setback so that she could focus on my education. I believe she did a phenomenal job in that she not only was instrumental in helping me settle into the new academic environment but went above and beyond to ensure I was exposed to academics, music, arts, you name it. I owe everything I have learnt to her.

After I got accepted into engineering, she brought her focus back to her career. My father also helped her pick up where she left, e.g. he constantly encouraged and inspired her to expand her experience with different procedures, surgeries, etc. They both retired as Head of Department in the ENT and Orthopedic Division of the state hospital. They took voluntary retirement so that they could focus full-time in the private practice they had been running since years by then. Following Mummy's death, Papa still keeps himself engaged in the same clinic, which they both passionately established and grew during their life time.

A beautiful message from a loving niece

From our niece, Lily (Sunita Mahanti). Posting on her behalf.

Dear Kunu
Life is made of moments: small pieces of silver amid long stretches of gravel. Be happy as that is what Sabita khudi would always have wanted for her adorable daughters. She was an inherently good soul who not only looked at all the good in the world but also gave it back because she believed in it passionately. She gave her values and intrinsic goodness as a legacy to both of you. It is for you to carry forward her values and spread love around. 

Sabita Khudi with Mummy and other relatives

Parents always try to live their dreams through their children. You have already proved your mettle. It is now for you to tap your spiritual quotient and spread love and happiness around. In spending time with senior citizens you have given yourself a chance to give back the good in the world Sabita khudi so cherished. Without the inner satisfaction that comes with giving, our accomplishments will be nothing more than the stuff in resumes. 
 
With the passing away of a wonderful soul, you have learnt something enduring about life: that it is glorious, and we should never take it for granted. Keep up the good work my child. We should count our blessings that our lives have been touched by Jeje and Sabita khudi.She will always hold a very special place in my heart and I loved her dearly. Draw solace and strength from the fact that you are living out her dreams and her angelic soul is looking down at you from the Heavens.
Love always my child
-Lily apa.