Dr S R Rao
Shradhanjali by Dr P V Rao
You cannot attain Sukham through Sukham (that is, happiness through comforts). The joy can be won only through struggles and trials.
Through the intense pain of labour, a woman achieves the bliss of motherhood. Through toil, the coveted grain is earned by the farmer from the field.
Through long days and nights of study, a student passes the examination and earns a coveted degree.
Deprive yourselves of luxury and even comfort; detach yourselves from that which binds you due to sheer ignorance.
Pine, struggle and strive ceaselessly—and then you are blessed with inexplicable bliss of merger with the Universal (Sakshathkara).
It is grief that makes joy worthwhile and precious possession; it is the pitch dark night that makes you seek light. It is death that lends zest to life.
I had opportunity of getting postings under him.
Dr.Ramamurthy was his favourite assistant.
One day when he was doing the clinics, the then Governor came for a check up. Dr S R Rao said “I am in the class” and asked him to wait.
At that time Andhra Pradesh was under Governor’s rule..
Despite many calls from the Governor Dr Rao didn’t attend him.
After the class was over Dr S R Rao walked to his room where Governor was sitting , said sorry and then checked him .
That was Dr S R Rao’s dedication towards teaching.
Shradhanjali by A Yadagiri Chari
That was my first clinical posting.
The Unit chief was Dr.S.R.Rao (MM1 ward).
Seniors were telling about how good a teacher he is.
I was basically not very much inclined to Medicine, but was eager to meet this teacher and listen to his class.
Initial classes were taken by Dr.Razwan Pratap, Dr.Joshi and Dr.Abha Bhatnakar.
I was told one class in a week will be by the chief.
He firmly believed that, the junior most students should be engaged by senior faculty.
The day arrived. We were all eagerly waiting for the chief to come for the class.
At 11o’ clock he walked to our bed, where we were taking the history of a patient, who was jaundiced with liver enlargement.
After his usual customary introduction, he started asking about the consistency or the feel of the liver.
One answered hard, he repeated mockingly “hard”, another answered firm, he repeated “firm”, another said soft, he repeated “soft”.
Then he asked someone to get some cotton.
He asked the student who said the liver is hard, to feel the “bed” and questioned about its feel. He said it is hard. Then mockingly he asked “is the liver like this?”
The boy said “No sir”.
He gave the cotton to the girl student who said liver is soft, to feel the cotton and questioned “is the liver like this?”
The girl nodded in negative.
Then he thumped his hands and said the consistency of the liver is “firm” madam.
Till today I have not forgotten my first encounter with him and the consistency of the liver “firmly” registered in my psyche.
He was a brilliant clinician and used to make the subject simple and engrossing.
His description of “precardial” surface of the heart with placement of right palm over the chest and telling ” little finger less important – right atrium, three fingers forming the bulk- right ventricle, and the thumb very important left ventricle”.
I think nobody can forget.
His description of hypothyroidism and myxoedema and giving the tip ” In Myxoedema, everything will be “slow”, walking, talking, thinking and cardiac activity.
If you take tendo-achilogram it will be slow.
So remember Myxoedema means slow. You write slow and add all the symptoms , it will become myxoedema. This statement remained with me and when I started teaching surgery, this information was passed on to generation of students taking his name in reverence.
He used to take Therapeutics theory classes, but he was the best for his clinical discussions.
Later he became the Principal of OMC and during his tenure there was some unpleasant developments regarding him advising the interns to carry the urine and other specimens like “ward orderlies” do in the UK. There was strike in the college which got settled amicably.
I used to imitate him and he used to appreciate and laugh when I used to do his “tugging of his pants” upwards act.
He used to enquire about me during my post graduation and always used to talk whenever I used to meet him.
Teachers like SR Rao are rare in the present generation.
We miss this great teacher.
His principled, non compromising approach made him dear to and distance to some people.
I always take his name whenever I talk about thyroid to my students.
I have paid my tributes to him in the books I have written.