Dr Tarachandra & Dr.(Mrs) S. Tarachandra
King Edward VII T.B.Hospital
Bhowali Sanatorium, Distt. Nainital
( He left us in 2005, 27 June.)
The toughest part of life is when a loved one passes on from this life; we miss their physical presence, voice, warmth. It becomes very difficult for us to accept their transition to the next phase.
But suddenly we realize that the soul still exists, the physical death of the loved one is not the end of the world. It has merely changed the form.
Dad, we all miss you ...........................
Dad, we all miss you ...........................
Dr Tarachand was born in 1929. He studied at KGMC in the 50s. He did his specialization at CMC Vellore. He was with the Army on a Short Service Commission for a while.
He was the first thoracic cardiac surgeon in U.P. He worked with Dr Pomeroy and Dr Earnest Sundaram at Clara Swain Mission Hospital at Bareilly from 1956 to 60. He was well known for performing free surgeries for the poor.
He was also a specialist in medicine. He worked at King Edward VII T.B. Sanatorium Bhowali, Nainital from 1960-73.
He was also a specialist in medicine. He worked at King Edward VII T.B. Sanatorium Bhowali, Nainital from 1960-73.
King Edward The VII, Bhowali Sanatorium...Pic courtesy Kavita Grover.
Then he worked at T.B. Hospitals in Saharanpur, Kanpur and Faizabad from 1973 -83.
He retired as the director ESI from Kanpur in 1986.
All through his life, he and his wife worked for various charities. He continued to work for charity until the end.
Dr Tara Chandra
A Star
He retired as the director ESI from Kanpur in 1986.
All through his life, he and his wife worked for various charities. He continued to work for charity until the end.
Dr Tara Chandra
I thank Dr Manmohan Singh and his wife Mrs Malti Singh for sending the following information via email. (October 06,2005)
After his intermediate (science) education, Dr Tara Chandra was
admitted to King George Medical College, Lucknow, in the year 1944. Soon
after his MBBS, which he completed with flying colours, he took up short
service commission in Army Medical Core. After his discharge from the Army, he resumed his post-graduate studies at K.G. Medical College, Lucknow, and passed his MD (Medicine).
After his intermediate (science) education, Dr Tara Chandra was
admitted to King George Medical College, Lucknow, in the year 1944. Soon
after his MBBS, which he completed with flying colours, he took up short
service commission in Army Medical Core. After his discharge from the Army, he resumed his post-graduate studies at K.G. Medical College, Lucknow, and passed his MD (Medicine).
Dr Tara Chandra has all through been a good sportsman. He excelled in Hockey and represented in many of the league matches in Uttar Pradesh.
After his MD (Medicine) he joined Clara Swain
After his MD (Medicine) he joined Clara Swain
As the luck would have it, instead of practising medicine he took up Thoracic Surgery, which he started learning from scratch under the guidance of Dr Parrell in Mission Hospital, Bareilly. Although it was a challenging job, he did it so well that the patients, as well as his colleagues, marvelled his result. He worked in a team with Dr Parrell and Dr.Earnest Sundharam at the Mission Hospital, Bareilly.
He joined the U.P. Medical Services, where he worked for some
time and then posted as Medical Superintendent and Surgeon in K.E. VII TB Sanatorium. Bhowali.
He joined the U.P. Medical Services, where he worked for some
time and then posted as Medical Superintendent and Surgeon in K.E. VII TB Sanatorium. Bhowali.
During his second fruitful years of life, he did a lot of good work and service to humanity. Because of his honesty and good work, the local people were not only jealous but sometimes he had a tough time solving the local disputes and union activities of the hospital. He also worked in ESI Corporation and was posted in Kanpur.
Dr Tara Chandra, a medical specialist by education, who turned
out to be an eminent Thoracic Surgeon, was an honest and devoted worker who will be remembered for times to come.
He is survived by his wife, Dr Shanti Tarachandra who is also a
specialist and trained anaesthiest.
He had four daughters and a son, who are all well settled.
Dr Tara Chandra, breathed his last on 26 June 2005, after a brief illness.
This tragedy was aggravated when the aggrieved family got the
news about the sad demise of his son in the U.S.A., which took place a month earlier than his own death.
Dr Tara Chandra was a friend of friends and always eager to
help anybody or everybody, in need.
© Dr Manmohan Singh and Mrs Malti Singh
Dr Tara Chandra, a medical specialist by education, who turned
out to be an eminent Thoracic Surgeon, was an honest and devoted worker who will be remembered for times to come.
He is survived by his wife, Dr Shanti Tarachandra who is also a
specialist and trained anaesthiest.
He had four daughters and a son, who are all well settled.
Dr Tara Chandra, breathed his last on 26 June 2005, after a brief illness.
This tragedy was aggravated when the aggrieved family got the
news about the sad demise of his son in the U.S.A., which took place a month earlier than his own death.
Dr Tara Chandra was a friend of friends and always eager to
help anybody or everybody, in need.
© Dr Manmohan Singh and Mrs Malti Singh
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I thank Nirupama Kapoor for remembering him as a star.......
A Star
Dear Dr Tarachand,
I don’t even know if there are souls. I really hope there are. Perhaps the souls can read all those electronic bits and bytes floating in space.
I am not going to let you die unsung. People don’t die. They live in our memories. I am going to do my level best to ensure that people know you and remember you.
Way back when I was not even born, you were one of the first few intelligent doctors who realized that the major drug companies were dumping untested medicines in the poorer countries and using people as guinea pigs. And you fought against it.
You worked so hard to help people all the time. You were so kind and generous! I know you spent your own money to buy medicines for your poor patients. I have met so many people who remember you as a kind, warm and giving person. People called you Dr Tara or Dr Chandra, the radiant star and the moon.
I know how you fought against corruption. I miss all those discussions about God and people.
No palatial homes, no flashy cars. A fine, strong, honest gentleman who stood firm against injustice and corruption, who worked very hard to help others, that is how I remember you.
Where ever you are; in heaven or a soul being reborn, I hope you are happy and at peace.
Greatest regards,
Nirupama
(October 06,2005)
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A poem dedicated to her dad by Kavita Grover (his daughter)
* 1 - My father’s eyes were donated to two blind people.
*2 - “ Moni”, Anand was my younger brother who also left us without a final “Goodbye.”
This poem is dedicated to my father, Dr Tarachandra who left us on his final journey on 26 June 2005.
© Kavita Grover “Babni”
I don’t even know if there are souls. I really hope there are. Perhaps the souls can read all those electronic bits and bytes floating in space.
I am not going to let you die unsung. People don’t die. They live in our memories. I am going to do my level best to ensure that people know you and remember you.
Way back when I was not even born, you were one of the first few intelligent doctors who realized that the major drug companies were dumping untested medicines in the poorer countries and using people as guinea pigs. And you fought against it.
You worked so hard to help people all the time. You were so kind and generous! I know you spent your own money to buy medicines for your poor patients. I have met so many people who remember you as a kind, warm and giving person. People called you Dr Tara or Dr Chandra, the radiant star and the moon.
I know how you fought against corruption. I miss all those discussions about God and people.
No palatial homes, no flashy cars. A fine, strong, honest gentleman who stood firm against injustice and corruption, who worked very hard to help others, that is how I remember you.
Where ever you are; in heaven or a soul being reborn, I hope you are happy and at peace.
Greatest regards,
Nirupama
(October 06,2005)
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A poem dedicated to her dad by Kavita Grover (his daughter)
The Last Journey
The train was late and I had time
To reach for a reason “Why?”
Why dear father did I choose
You to be my guide?
The years flashed by –
You helped me walk and wiped my tears
And stood by me and
Never questioned ‘Why?’
The telephone rang, it could not be,
For we had not said ‘Goodbye’
And I had to get the answers
Of my ‘Why?’
I cried and prayed for two whole nights,
You could not leave me
without the final bye.
A tear rolled down from the corner
Of your eye.
And I knew you were again by my side.
To give the answer to my ‘Why?’
And to bid me Goodbye.
“Be true to your highest convictions”.
Was the motto of your life.
The world mocked you and the stones flew by
But you drew your strength
From the shine in your patient’s eye.
Love, humility, forgiveness,
Were the answers your eyes gave
To the questions of my “Why?”
We wept silent tears, knowing it
Was the final ‘Goodbye’
As I held your hand and Thanked you,
I heard the peeling of the bells nearby.
The cape just lifted off me,
And I knew you had flown by.
I found it strange; the hearse man should say
“Will you sit by me?”
I felt the lingering warmth and the softness
Of your hand,
And yet once more I wanted you to open your
eyes and look deep into mine.
“ The candle burned at both ends
And did not last the night.
But oh! My friends and oh! My foes
It left a lovely light.”*1
But once more I cried out in pain.
And felt his presence sitting by my side,
“Look after Moni…”*2
For he too had left without saying Goodbye!
And again a haunting question,
Which started with a “Why?”
To reach for a reason “Why?”
Why dear father did I choose
You to be my guide?
The years flashed by –
You helped me walk and wiped my tears
And stood by me and
Never questioned ‘Why?’
The telephone rang, it could not be,
For we had not said ‘Goodbye’
And I had to get the answers
Of my ‘Why?’
I cried and prayed for two whole nights,
You could not leave me
without the final bye.
A tear rolled down from the corner
Of your eye.
And I knew you were again by my side.
To give the answer to my ‘Why?’
And to bid me Goodbye.
“Be true to your highest convictions”.
Was the motto of your life.
The world mocked you and the stones flew by
But you drew your strength
From the shine in your patient’s eye.
Love, humility, forgiveness,
Were the answers your eyes gave
To the questions of my “Why?”
We wept silent tears, knowing it
Was the final ‘Goodbye’
As I held your hand and Thanked you,
I heard the peeling of the bells nearby.
The cape just lifted off me,
And I knew you had flown by.
I found it strange; the hearse man should say
“Will you sit by me?”
I felt the lingering warmth and the softness
Of your hand,
And yet once more I wanted you to open your
eyes and look deep into mine.
“ The candle burned at both ends
And did not last the night.
But oh! My friends and oh! My foes
It left a lovely light.”*1
But once more I cried out in pain.
And felt his presence sitting by my side,
“Look after Moni…”*2
For he too had left without saying Goodbye!
And again a haunting question,
Which started with a “Why?”
* 1 - My father’s eyes were donated to two blind people.
*2 - “ Moni”, Anand was my younger brother who also left us without a final “Goodbye.”
This poem is dedicated to my father, Dr Tarachandra who left us on his final journey on 26 June 2005.
© Kavita Grover “Babni”
