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Year : 2022  |  Volume : 65  |  Issue : 4  |  Page : 961-962
Musings of a histopathologist on a sunday afternoon

Department of Histopathology, Lilavati Hospital and Research Centre, Bandra, Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

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Date of Submission12-Jan-2022
Date of Acceptance23-Jan-2022
Date of Web Publication21-Oct-2022

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Tampi C. Musings of a histopathologist on a sunday afternoon. Indian J Pathol Microbiol 2022;65:961-2

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Tampi C. Musings of a histopathologist on a sunday afternoon. Indian J Pathol Microbiol [serial online] 2022 [cited 2022 Dec 7];65:961-2. Available from:

I am Sanjaya.

It is I, who has been given that miraculous power

to see that battle raging beyond,

and recount it without fear or favour .

Like Sanjaya,I see and report that strife,

that' story of suffering in living tissue'

which I alone can see and interpret

for a sightless multitude.

I can see the result of the sudden blow,

small capillaries dilated in shock,

RBCs falling onto pristine stroma...

to be cleaned up on another day.

I have also seen another slower battle

creeping quietly and effectively,like Shalya on Karna,

with insidious inflammation & fibrosis,

till one day even the vital energies are sapped.

I have seen immune cells, all up in arms and swirling in a flurry,

encircling and converting to

slipper shapes and foamy cytoplasm,

immolating themselves in a cheesy death,

to contain lipid coated bacteria..

that was a battle of heroic proportions !

I have seen neutrophils, like armies of foot soldiers,

throwing themselves onto firewalls of destruction,

that finally quell invading hordes,

and then their heroic little bodies,

thrown out.. like so much waste !

I have seen the shock of radiation

that throws chromatin into smudgy molasses,

and balloons up organelles

till the cell is fat, immobile and castrated.

And also known how poisonous fumes

thrown relentlessly, from without,

till in confusion, loyal clansmen, forget their path,

and meander like madmen

back into childishness & infancy,

and one knows not who they are,

until in brief periods of lucidity,

they weave a gland or a keratin pearl,

short memories of who they once were.

They are then heartlessly cut off, or poisoned to death,

forgetting that once, they too

were obedience personified.

Some like those frequent demons of mythology,

who given a boon of immortality,

forget all else, and outgrow themselves,

at the cost of all that is decent,

spewing out venom & mucus,

spelling a death knell to all around,

till an Avenger of epic proportions

steps forth with blade, to battle,

and restore balance.

Tell the tale kindly, O' Sanjaya..

report and record, without favour or rancour,

as a true Balladeer of War,

for this is truly a battle of epic proportions,

which only you have been given the power to see .

Treat the story gently as you sign it out,

for remember yours is the memorial of that war

Correspondence Address:
Chandralekha Tampi
Department of Histopathology, Lilavati Hospital and Research Centre, Bandra, Mumbai, Maharashtra - 400 050
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Source of Support: None, Conflict of Interest: None

DOI: 10.4103/ijpm.ijpm_46_22

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