Re: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

[Guest guest]

That's a truly gr8 poem SP sir !! Vinchurkar

Sent from my BlackBerry® wireless device

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]

Did not know that Dr Kalantri is also a poet along with all his other talents--

very nice.

Archana' 82

To: mgims

From: sp.kalantri@...

Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2010 06:25:55 +0000

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]

Very well written kalantri sir.

Regds

Fatima

Sent from my iPhone

>

> Did not know that Dr Kalantri is also a poet along with all his other

talents-- very nice.

>

> Archana' 82

>

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>

> To: mgims

> From: sp.kalantri@...

> Date: Mon, 13 Dec 2010 06:25:55 +0000

> Subject: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

>

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>

>

>

>

> 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]

I am really overwhelmed by all your good wishes and Kalantri Sir's poem. My

wife especially appreciated the poem.

How can I but be well with so many well wishers on my side? Looks like Olive

Oil is not all that good for the heart as it is touted to be. I missed

making a tour of Turkish Hospitals by a whisker. (I wonder how good Turkish

Cardiologists are, but I don't want to find out.)

And Shyam, it was tough to get you back on the group. It took me an angio

and cost me an arm and a leg and a groin. Don't leave the group again. My

heart may be able to stand that strain, but definitely not my groin.

Now I have conclusively proven that Not smoking, Not drinking, staying happy

and jolly and staying within healthy weight parameters is NOT a way to avoid

heart attacks. (BTW I don't have a genetic history too.) So when everyone

tells me to take care, I wonder what I should take.

My wife has an interesting theory. With five of my batch mates already dead

and five with heart problems, she thinks that it is something to do with the

Sevagram diet in the late seventies. Is Barbatti and Besan Rajma bad for the

heart?

It was sheer luck that my son, Yash, was visiting with us on that fateful

night. He had reached just an hour earlier, and if it wouldn't have been for

his speedy shifting to the Cardiac institute, I probably would not have been

writing these lines. He found his college mates there as residents, and so

everything went off smoothly and well oiled.

I can't thank everyone from the bottom of my heart now, because woh toh kaam

se gaya hai. But I shall thank you from the remaining part of my heart.

Kishore Shah 1974

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]

I was totally unknown about your extra curriculr actiity like poetrry S P SIR.

U were lebelled HARRISON OF GMC AT YOUR TIME THAT HOW MANY NEW STUDENTS

KNOW<    I DONT KNOW.

 I was expecting  U in marriage ceremony of DR PRAKASH GUPTAON 1-12 -10.

U are  already having letters of waves  of ECG .    S.............P.

 KOI YAAD RAKHE YA NA RAKHE I REMEMBER YOR SIGNETURE> & MOST BEAUTIFUL HAND

WRITTING LIKE YOR POEM.

kishor IS  ONE MOST BEAUTIFUL RAINBOW COLOURED  BOND IN WRIST OFMGIMS.

hAPPY TO KNOW RECENT ADVANCES IN   ' JAJOO'  FAMILY!

I followed U.N.as rishi when 5000 years back students used to go to AASHRAM to

learn from teacher...............I SURRENDER me i was bit friendly with DR.SUHAS

JAJOO AND MADAM......kasare dilip 78 batch

Subject: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

To: mgims

Date: Monday, 13 December, 2010, 6:25 AM

 

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]

Kishore bhai, Kitna sundar likha aapne aur Dr. Kalantri nay kya khoob pharmaya

bahut he maza aya!

Bus, Kishore tum nay ek choti see detail miss kar dee, Universal Bhai ban k mini

skirts kya nahin chod dee?

Ab dil ko sambhalo, bori bistra bandho aur tirth yatra kar aao, Yaa dil hai ki

manta nahin?

Varsha, 78'B

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.SWATI WAHINI,

I belive that there is no probem with food of mess of mgims as it is purely

,mainly VEGITARIAN..........kasare dilip

Subject: Re: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

To: " MGIMS " <mgims >

Date: Monday, 13 December, 2010, 1:36 PM

 

I am really overwhelmed by all your good wishes and Kalantri Sir's poem. My

wife especially appreciated the poem.

How can I but be well with so many well wishers on my side? Looks like Olive

Oil is not all that good for the heart as it is touted to be. I missed

making a tour of Turkish Hospitals by a whisker. (I wonder how good Turkish

Cardiologists are, but I don't want to find out.)

And Shyam, it was tough to get you back on the group. It took me an angio

and cost me an arm and a leg and a groin. Don't leave the group again. My

heart may be able to stand that strain, but definitely not my groin.

Now I have conclusively proven that Not smoking, Not drinking, staying happy

and jolly and staying within healthy weight parameters is NOT a way to avoid

heart attacks. (BTW I don't have a genetic history too.) So when everyone

tells me to take care, I wonder what I should take.

My wife has an interesting theory. With five of my batch mates already dead

and five with heart problems, she thinks that it is something to do with the

Sevagram diet in the late seventies. Is Barbatti and Besan Rajma bad for the

heart?

It was sheer luck that my son, Yash, was visiting with us on that fateful

night. He had reached just an hour earlier, and if it wouldn't have been for

his speedy shifting to the Cardiac institute, I probably would not have been

writing these lines. He found his college mates there as residents, and so

everything went off smoothly and well oiled.

I can't thank everyone from the bottom of my heart now, because woh toh kaam

se gaya hai. But I shall thank you from the remaining part of my heart.

Kishore Shah 1974

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]

Dear SP sir,

Thoroughly enjoyed the rhymes. And yes, I too do remember your beautiful

handwriting and your elegant signature... :-)

Ravin '82

> 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]

Kishore... Just wondering if you workout/walk (as in brisk walking)/jog on a

regular basis?

Btw, I loved that dig on Sewagram food ;-)

Ravin '82

> I am really overwhelmed by all your good wishes and Kalantri Sir's poem.

My

> wife especially appreciated the poem.

>

> How can I but be well with so many well wishers on my side? Looks like

Olive

> Oil is not all that good for the heart as it is touted to be. I missed

> making a tour of Turkish Hospitals by a whisker. (I wonder how good

Turkish

> Cardiologists are, but I don't want to find out.)

>

> And Shyam, it was tough to get you back on the group. It took me an angio

> and cost me an arm and a leg and a groin. Don't leave the group again. My

> heart may be able to stand that strain, but definitely not my groin.

>

> Now I have conclusively proven that Not smoking, Not drinking, staying

happy

> and jolly and staying within healthy weight parameters is NOT a way to

avoid

> heart attacks. (BTW I don't have a genetic history too.) So when everyone

> tells me to take care, I wonder what I should take.

>

> My wife has an interesting theory. With five of my batch mates already

dead

> and five with heart problems, she thinks that it is something to do with

the

> Sevagram diet in the late seventies. Is Barbatti and Besan Rajma bad for

the

> heart?

>

> It was sheer luck that my son, Yash, was visiting with us on that fateful

> night. He had reached just an hour earlier, and if it wouldn't have been

for

> his speedy shifting to the Cardiac institute, I probably would not have

been

> writing these lines. He found his college mates there as residents, and so

> everything went off smoothly and well oiled.

>

> I can't thank everyone from the bottom of my heart now, because woh toh

kaam

> se gaya hai. But I shall thank you from the remaining part of my heart.

>

> Kishore Shah 1974

>

>

> 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]

I used to walk around 2-3 kms every alternate day before I collapsed. Now my

Cardio says take rest for a week before resuming gradually.

BTW, my Cardio is a very serious fellow, so I can't resist making him a

bakra off and on.

I asked him, " When can I resume sex? "

He looked a bit flustered but bravely said, " No problem after a couple of

days. "

Then I asked him, " And with my wife? "

He just looked at me stunned, until he noticed the crinkles of amusement

around my eyes.

Kishore Shah 1974

Re: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

> Kishore... Just wondering if you workout/walk (as in brisk walking)/jog on

> a

> regular basis?

>

> Btw, I loved that dig on Sewagram food ;-)

>

> Ravin '82

[Guest guest]

SHAH,

Your short name for our 78 batch,

MARATHITLA MAZA KAHI NYARACH AAHE,

TU AAHE TASACH RAHA, Varsha shah cha salla(advice) sodun de ,

Kalantri saranchi kavita wachun mazya  kalpana shaktila navi palvi futun tya 

zadawar garbhar kokila kuhu kuhu karayala lagli aani mi 18 warshacha zalo,

SHAH TU ASACH RAHA,>EETNA PYYAR EES JANNAM ME EEAAD SHAH KO HI NASSIB HOOTA HAI,

SALIM EEK HI HAI AUR AANARKALI BHI<

BELIVE FRIENDS SHAH BHI EEK HI HAI JAISE CCHARLI CCHAPLIN ,

DR.DILIP KASARE>78 BATCH>(MARATI KRUPAYA JYANNSAMZAT NAHI TYNI SAMJUN GHENE

KARAN MORUCHI MAWHHI HA 4 HOURS HISTORICAL DRAMA BY SHAH SARWANNI ENJOY KELA

HOTA)

Subject: Re: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

To: mgims

Date: Tuesday, 14 December, 2010, 4:19 AM

 

I used to walk around 2-3 kms every alternate day before I collapsed. Now my

Cardio says take rest for a week before resuming gradually.

BTW, my Cardio is a very serious fellow, so I can't resist making him a

bakra off and on.

I asked him, " When can I resume sex? "

He looked a bit flustered but bravely said, " No problem after a couple of

days. "

Then I asked him, " And with my wife? "

He just looked at me stunned, until he noticed the crinkles of amusement

around my eyes.

Kishore Shah 1974

Re: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

> Kishore... Just wondering if you workout/walk (as in brisk walking)/jog on

> a

> regular basis?

>

> Btw, I loved that dig on Sewagram food ;-)

>

> Ravin '82

[Guest guest]

KISHORDA aajkal Skirts nahi lekin gaa rahe hai

chood do aacchal ,jamana kya kahega,

Hope soon U will meet Sanjay marwah!

Tummhare mail ke baad muze gettogether attend na karneke liye Gaali kam padi ,

Must be thankful to u .Definetly We all will have a GREAT new year.

kasare dilip

Subject: Re: Kishore bhai, jug jug jio!

To: mgims

Date: Monday, 13 December, 2010, 5:14 PM

 

Kishore bhai, Kitna sundar likha aapne aur Dr. Kalantri nay kya khoob pharmaya

bahut he maza aya!

Bus, Kishore tum nay ek choti see detail miss kar dee, Universal Bhai ban k mini

skirts kya nahin chod dee?

Ab dil ko sambhalo, bori bistra bandho aur tirth yatra kar aao, Yaa dil hai ki

manta nahin?

Varsha, 78'B

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

>