Maja , Dr. Mary Jacob

buy metformin online without prescription Dr. Mary Jacob, Maja, as she was called out of earshot, succeeded Dr. Souri as the head of department of Anatomy.

see url She was years younger than Madam Souri and there was very little that missed her eye. We were terrified of her as Anatomy students. When she retired a couple of decades later, she and her elder sister, Aunty Liza moved to Chennai, to stay in St. Thomas Mount, in her Dad’s old home. We lived in the Defence Colony, a stone’s throw away and Maja ended up being my best friend.

follow site If anyone had told me during my Anatomy student days, that Maja would end up a good friend, I would have jumped into the formalin tank and bobbed up and down with the cadaver, in total shock and disbelief, as she took STRICT, to a different level, when we were students .

http://killjoytattoo.com/?kremeni=your-love-partnervermittlung&813=c8 Strangely enough, we became the best of friends. She had a delightful sense of humour that helped us through all the exasperating traffic jams in Chennai. When we went shopping in the Malls, she used to hold my hand like a child on a trip to the city.

http://syaden.net/?giniefr=rencontrer-des-filles-a-moscou&73b=0a I even cut her hair, when it became tedious for her to plait and tie up.  The amateur haircut made her even more pretty, as her curly hair in ringlets, crowned her face, softening it like a cameo from a classic, a bit like one of the sisters from “Little Women”. The make over was complete, when we got her doll like frame into pyjamas, to wear around the house.

site rencontre pertuis She had a Tabby cat, she would talk to in Asianet Malayalam, scolding him when he went off on one of his merry jaunts and returned looking like death warmed up and worse for wear.

enter site Yedda ninodu Nyan paranjitilae ingena chootan pogaruthe enna. Enthoru Kollathil anu nee thiruchu vanatha?
Dai, have I not told you,  not to go roaming around? Look at the state you have come back in !
The Tabby would nuzzle against her foot and all would be forgiven.

http://emilymarchblog.com/maglayd/1165 She fed all the waifs and strays who gravitated to her. Once when I went to drop something off, she was feeding a tidy and neat line of the scrawniest dogs I have ever seen in my life. Not one was out of line, as they looked at her with absolute and undiluted love. She had a name for each one of them and she spoke to them individually and collectively as a group, with tenderness and love.

dating facts twitter My kids adopted her, loved her to bits and called her Aunty Maja to her face. She often buffered between the kids and me taking their side like an affectionate Aunt.

http://blossomjar.com/pacinity/3104 She was in absolute awe of her elder sister, Aunty Liza, who was a head and a shoulder taller than her. Aunty Liza, had a silver plait that hung down to a point midway and medial to her popliteal fossae. One had to be anatomically correct, when Maja was around. When she had an abdominal pain, the exact site of the pain was placed accurately in a page in the Cunningham’s section “Abdomen”.

Sometimes, she would call me on the phone and whisper her news to me and grumble about Aunt Liza who wanted absolute peace, when she watched her Tamil Movies on Sun TV on Sundays. Both were fiercely independent and had lived alone, till they retired and moved to St. Thomas’ Mount.

As the years advanced, the multiple TIAs that she suffered, took Maja further away from all of us and the world she lived in.  Her memory would come and go. Go, more than come.

The old white bungalow on the GST Airport Road, soon became a white elephant that threatened to fall down around the two sisters. Eventually they were rescued and relocated to Katpadi, to live with their younger sister.

I lost a good friend and confidante and for days I could never drive down the GST Road without a twinge.

She is one of the loveliest people I have ever known. Beautiful on the outside and beautiful on the inside.

The unlikely friendship that blossomed between an Anatomy Professor and a erstwhile Student, decades away from the Dissection Hall, was a bonus.

One I will treasure.

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