Dr. Sood was a man who knew how to live life king size. He treated his patients with great passion and with equal passion enjoyed his single malt and fried chicken. He spent numerous years treating thousands of people of the small sleepy town of Jhansi. He generously treated the poor without charging any fee and even gave them free medicines.
He completed his degree in Medicine and immediately came back to Jhansi to start his own hospital. His dedication to work and understanding of medical science was everything but ordinary. Every single day of his life he used to go to his clinic in downtown Jhansi to attend several dozen patients who had already lined up themselves waiting for the doctor they trust and love.
He will come back home at noon time just in time to enjoy his lunch and spend some quality time with his family and kids. After taking a short afternoon nap, he will go down from the first floor of his palatial home to his garden which he nurtured with care every morning and and every evening without fail.
In his gardens were multiple variety of roses, other flowers, lemon tree, a big mango tree, and a beautiful lawn. He used to water his lawn, trim his plants, and just stand their taking in the beautiful aroma, and amazing landscaping. We children used to play Cricket in the lane next to his garden and more often then not used to hit out ball inside the garden, sometimes damaging his plants. He never ever was angry once with us. He loved us more than his garden. I guess.
I can say this with 100% confidence level because whenever I fell sick he will show up at my house without fail irrespective of the time of the day. He loved me like his own son. In the summer of 1999, I caught chicken pox and felt terrible. My mom called Dr. Sood at midnight and he showed up in the next 10 mins shabbily dressed. It seemed that he really didn’t cared what he looked like, his priority was to attend me and cure me as soon as possible. He kept coming back everyday not only to check on me but also to talk to me and make me feel much better. His love was my medicine.
I’ve so many memorable moments that I spent with him, for which I am thankful for.
In his last days, he was diagnosed with mouth cancer, he fought his last battle with bravery for three long months.
He left us last night.
I know him and will remember him as a man who stood for his values, was fearless, loved his whisky, cooked with passion, and was respected and loved by everyone in the city. To me he was a father-figure.
I will miss you Pradeep Uncle. You were like a father to me.
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