RE: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

[Guest guest]

WOW,

An equally great poem as Kishorda's narration.

It is a pleasure to be part of this group(though silent ones)

Sanjay Marwah '78

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To: mgims

Sent: Mon, 13 December, 2010 11:55:55 AM

Subject: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

This is about a doctor who practices Ob Gy

He subscribes to hearty laughs and not to cribs or a cry

When everybody is busy asking him- when, where, and why

Kishore Is not depressed, his spirits are sky high!

In the ICU, his son was reading him " get well soon " mails

But his mind was elsewhere- eyeing some beautiful females

He quickly adapted his new role- that of a patient-doctor

And refused to get alarmed by the waves on the monitor

Nothing could depress him, not even a depressed ST

Nor an abnormally high heart protein called Trop T

" This is so tasty, " he admired the home-made tea

Thank God, he complimented me, thought his wife-ENT

The ICU residents were counting, every hour, his pulse

And his wife was tightening the strings of her purse

But for Kishore, being in an ICU was not a god-inflicted curse

His chest was heaving- was it because of a Kerala nurse?

He endured few razor cuts- on either side, below the belt

This is worse, he thought, than the pain in my chest

And as he was wheeled in the cath lab in a haste

His loved ones and relatives wished him- " All the best "

Amidst strangers in a cold room, he laid bare

And had no idea- who, when and where

A cut, a push, a thrust, a balloon and a stent

And soon his heart malady became a past incident

Kishore, you showed that laughter is the best panacea

Which takes care of all queries- kyon, kab, kaise hua

Now that your arteries are open, thanks to a good angio-

May we all wish you- Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

SP

[Guest guest]

Respected Dr Kalantri,

Could anything be more appropriate and versatile as the one from Kishore da?

Kudos

Seema 82

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Dr.Seema Kapoor

Professor , Division of Genetics ,Genetic & Metabolic Lab, New Medical

Block, Opposite Old Casualty, Lok Nayak Hospital & Maulana Azad Medical

College, New Delhi

Tel.No.: 01123239417

Mob: 9968604313

email: drseemakapoor@...

[Guest guest]

Great! Thoroughly enjoyed it.

Malini

From: mgims [mailto:mgims ] On Behalf Of

kalantri7349

Sent: 13 December 2010 06:26

To: mgims

Subject: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

This is about a doctor who practices Ob Gy

He subscribes to hearty laughs and not to cribs or a cry

When everybody is busy asking him- when, where, and why

Kishore Is not depressed, his spirits are sky high!

In the ICU, his son was reading him " get well soon " mails

But his mind was elsewhere- eyeing some beautiful females

He quickly adapted his new role- that of a patient-doctor

And refused to get alarmed by the waves on the monitor

Nothing could depress him, not even a depressed ST

Nor an abnormally high heart protein called Trop T

" This is so tasty, " he admired the home-made tea

Thank God, he complimented me, thought his wife-ENT

The ICU residents were counting, every hour, his pulse

And his wife was tightening the strings of her purse

But for Kishore, being in an ICU was not a god-inflicted curse

His chest was heaving- was it because of a Kerala nurse?

He endured few razor cuts- on either side, below the belt

This is worse, he thought, than the pain in my chest

And as he was wheeled in the cath lab in a haste

His loved ones and relatives wished him- " All the best "

Amidst strangers in a cold room, he laid bare

And had no idea- who, when and where

A cut, a push, a thrust, a balloon and a stent

And soon his heart malady became a past incident

Kishore, you showed that laughter is the best panacea

Which takes care of all queries- kyon, kab, kaise hua

Now that your arteries are open, thanks to a good angio-

May we all wish you- Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

SP

[Guest guest]

Dr Kalantri,

You are no less than him...Aap Donon Takkar Ke Hain. Wonderful !!

Parvin '71

>

> This is about a doctor who practices Ob Gy

> He subscribes to hearty laughs and not to cribs or a cry

> When everybody is busy asking him- when, where, and why

> Kishore Is not depressed, his spirits are sky high!

>

> In the ICU, his son was reading him " get well soon " mails

> But his mind was elsewhere- eyeing some beautiful females

> He quickly adapted his new role- that of a patient-doctor

> And refused to get alarmed by the waves on the monitor

>

> Nothing could depress him, not even a depressed ST

> Nor an abnormally high heart protein called Trop T

> " This is so tasty, " he admired the home-made tea

> Thank God, he complimented me, thought his wife-ENT

>

> The ICU residents were counting, every hour, his pulse

> And his wife was tightening the strings of her purse

> But for Kishore, being in an ICU was not a god-inflicted curse

> His chest was heaving- was it because of a Kerala nurse?

>

> He endured few razor cuts- on either side, below the belt

> This is worse, he thought, than the pain in my chest

> And as he was wheeled in the cath lab in a haste

> His loved ones and relatives wished him- " All the best "

>

> Amidst strangers in a cold room, he laid bare

> And had no idea- who, when and where

> A cut, a push, a thrust, a balloon and a stent

> And soon his heart malady became a past incident

>

> Kishore, you showed that laughter is the best panacea

> Which takes care of all queries- kyon, kab, kaise hua

> Now that your arteries are open, thanks to a good angio-

> May we all wish you- Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

>

> SP

>

[Guest guest]

Simbdy Kalantri, simbdy super!!!

DDM'76

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To: mgims

Sent: Mon, 13 December, 2010 10:25:55 AM

Subject: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

 

This is about a doctor who practices Ob Gy

He subscribes to hearty laughs and not to cribs or a cry

When everybody is busy asking him- when, where, and why

Kishore Is not depressed, his spirits are sky high!

In the ICU, his son was reading him " get well soon " mails

But his mind was elsewhere- eyeing some beautiful females

He quickly adapted his new role- that of a patient-doctor

And refused to get alarmed by the waves on the monitor

Nothing could depress him, not even a depressed ST

Nor an abnormally high heart protein called Trop T

" This is so tasty, " he admired the home-made tea

Thank God, he complimented me, thought his wife-ENT

The ICU residents were counting, every hour, his pulse

And his wife was tightening the strings of her purse

But for Kishore, being in an ICU was not a god-inflicted curse

His chest was heaving- was it because of a Kerala nurse?

He endured few razor cuts- on either side, below the belt

This is worse, he thought, than the pain in my chest

And as he was wheeled in the cath lab in a haste

His loved ones and relatives wished him- " All the best "

Amidst strangers in a cold room, he laid bare

And had no idea- who, when and where

A cut, a push, a thrust, a balloon and a stent

And soon his heart malady became a past incident

Kishore, you showed that laughter is the best panacea

Which takes care of all queries- kyon, kab, kaise hua

Now that your arteries are open, thanks to a good angio-

May we all wish you- Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

SP

[Guest guest]

Lovely poem,

Dr Kalantri

Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

This is about a doctor who practices Ob Gy

He subscribes to hearty laughs and not to cribs or a cry

When everybody is busy asking him- when, where, and why

Kishore Is not depressed, his spirits are sky high!

In the ICU, his son was reading him " get well soon " mails

But his mind was elsewhere- eyeing some beautiful females

He quickly adapted his new role- that of a patient-doctor

And refused to get alarmed by the waves on the monitor

Nothing could depress him, not even a depressed ST

Nor an abnormally high heart protein called Trop T

" This is so tasty, " he admired the home-made tea

Thank God, he complimented me, thought his wife-ENT

The ICU residents were counting, every hour, his pulse

And his wife was tightening the strings of her purse

But for Kishore, being in an ICU was not a god-inflicted curse

His chest was heaving- was it because of a Kerala nurse?

He endured few razor cuts- on either side, below the belt

This is worse, he thought, than the pain in my chest

And as he was wheeled in the cath lab in a haste

His loved ones and relatives wished him- " All the best "

Amidst strangers in a cold room, he laid bare

And had no idea- who, when and where

A cut, a push, a thrust, a balloon and a stent

And soon his heart malady became a past incident

Kishore, you showed that laughter is the best panacea

Which takes care of all queries- kyon, kab, kaise hua

Now that your arteries are open, thanks to a good angio-

May we all wish you- Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

SP