Monday, July 18, 2011

Student Activities at PIMS

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Taking Sides June 2011

Clinical Experiences in Developmental Paediatrics

  • A monthly issue of “Clinical Experiences in Developmental Paediatrics”, focussing on the practical aspects of neuro-developmental challenges in children will be published every month from June 2011. It will be available by post from the Developmental Paediatrics & Child Neurology Department, Pondicherry Institute of Medical Sciences, Kalapet, PUDUCHERRY. 605 014. The subscription will be Rs 120 for 12 issues.
  • The first issue is on handedness in Infancy and the first page is given below.

Developmental Paediatrics and Child Neurology at PIMS, Pondicherry

Monday, September 27, 2010


Written by a father, a cardiothoracic surgeon to his son, who is also  a cardiothoracic surgeon……………

“The practice of medicine should be to provide relief and comfort, if possible, to the sick; to ease the anguish of the dying; to support those left behind in times of sorrow; to work happily and comfortably with your associates and colleagues; to teach those who come after you; to always be an avid student, even when you are a teacher; and to contribute to society in a myriad of civic and cultural ways. The pursuit of medicine with all its problems today is still a  noble  profession and a marvelous way to spend a lifetime.”
 W.Gerald Rainer (1979)

Friday, September 24, 2010


At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team , but as a father, I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team 's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball. However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.

The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first! Run to first!'

Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled. Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'  Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . The smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team .

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third! Shay, run to third!' As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'

Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team 'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

You can read it here

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Aunt Ida's Prayer

Father whose life is within me and whose love is ever about me, 
grant that this life may be maintained in my life today and every day, 
that with gladness of heart, without haste or confusion of thought,
I may go about my daily tasks,
conscious of my ability to meet every rightful demand,
seeing the larger meaning of little things 
and finding beauty and love every where.
And in the sense of Thy presence may I walk,
through the hours breathing the atmosphere of love 
rather than anxious striving.
 Dr. Ida Scudder
   {founder CMC Vellore}