Tuesday, 13 December 2016

The favourite Professor

The students were up against the black board presenting their seminar topics. Since, I and my best friend had given ours we were sitting in the back bench, silently munching snacks.  Suddenly the teacher walked over and sat beside us. “ Oh ! No!” I thought, looking at TJ. But TJ smilingly offered  the bag of Chips to the professor who to my surprise not just accepted it but distributed among the students nearby as well.
That’s when I knew Dr.Rajendran (Dr.VR)  was a cool person.
Every evening after the days event’s he would join the students for a volley ball match, prank on a few students.  Once I remember winning an Ice cream from a friend. With a smirk of victory I was about to unwrap the cornetto. Suddenly, Prof.VR  snatched it from my hand and kept on walking along with the senior faculty. I was surprised and a bit disappointed with the disappearance of my ice cream.

When my naughty batch was well known for irritating a few professors by shooting too many unanswerable questions leading them to walk away during the class session, Dr.V.R walks in saying “I am so happy about this class . Really guys! I am blessed with such good bunch of students.”  I remember the disbelief in our classmates face when he said that. Later when a professor complained about us to him, he would say “Students are supposed to be  that way.  Else, where is the fun? They are also smart kids.”  At this remark, the pranksters of the class were moved.
He believes that a teacher grows along with his students, encouraging us to question more and express our ideas. He felt no fear in accepting that sometimes he wasn’t sure of certain questions but would refer and answer us the very next day in class. He impressed us and inspired us of how a teacher must be.
He was responsible and encouraged us not just in the academic arena but also in extracurricular events. Pushed us far more than what we knew of ourselves.
Our very own friendsly Prof. who dances with us during the DJ or departmental tours. That professor in whose class you are allowed to ease, have a snack and still be productive. 
“Work while you work, Play while you play.”
“Eat happily, Play happily, Live happily. “
He made sure his happiness was contagious to the people nearby.

My first internship, my first blood donation (more of overcoming my fear), my first conference, my very first anchoring sessions, my first paper presentation (which won the best paper award in humanities) was all because of him. He saw our capabilities while we were unaware of it. He understood us and helped us grow by accepting who we were.
 He is that professor who brings home made food for the students who work empty stomach while organising events. (Credit goes to his better half). He is someone who would surprisingly catch the hostel students and take them home to celebrate Diwali with him. Visits you at the hospital to make sure you take proper treatment and the diet afterwards.

“ The people around you are your family and you should care for them.”  This is the biggest thing I learnt from him as a person.

 “Always have a parallel experiment in progress so that you don’t lose yourself when you stumble.”
A mentor who supports your project idea which was totally unrelated to his field of research and helps us explore the curious world of science as the best thing that can happen to a researcher. He gave me that freedom and support.  Months later, he called me up from a conference in IISc. “ I thought your ideas were just small experiments, but after attending the conference here, I realise the bigger impact it can have on the society. I am sorry for underestimating. Now, you focus on this topic with your whole heart and we shall be successful.” Project discussions with him were more friendly, supportive  and challenging. 'Keep pushing your limits.' He lives by these words. We were against this new challenge  which is different from his comfortable  research  field  for a masters' project . He showed me the meaning of who you can term as a “GUIDE”.

A lot of Taiwan stories of Prof. Le Lehn Tee and the best human I aspire to be. The favourite teacher who played a very crucial role in my batch mates lives just by being himself: generous, caring, empathetic, jovial, responsible and encouraging. He taught us how to cherish life and be a better human being.
My teacher, My guide, My family and My friend. Happy birthday to you sir.

Monday, 28 November 2016

Order , Chaos and the rest

What am I to thee?
An atom or dust ?
An ensemble of magic!
What are you to me ?
Does the atom know the existence of a molecules ?
Do cells realise their collective functions creates the brain ?
Do planets know of solar system?
Or of the larger galaxies?
Curious are we to explore,
Wondering about the paragon
The order in chaos!!

Tuesday, 15 November 2016

An unedited night journal

Away from the maddening crowd,
Hustling rush.. As a final year student at a developing university my life has been pretty packed up for the last few weeks. Having almost no time to eat properly .. Today I realize something called as peace.. I notice many when they are free plunging into their smartphones and movies or books. Reluctant or ignorant to the lone thoughts. We aren't alone in such world. But after a while I realise what I have been turning into .. Stepping out of my room because my room mate was busy with the laptop I realised how magical the moment was .. To sit under the starlight night, to observe the night life around me. Brought up in a city that never sleeps day and night were pretty much same for me except for the street lights and less human populations. 
The city is so lively most times failing to notice the little gifts of the universe. The rural regions have them in plenty . tonight
Feeling my heartbeat under the clear star light night I gaze at the twinkling dots.
Feeling the cold kiss my bare foot I feel the jitters up my calf and spine. My nose feels cold . but I rather not be wrapped up. All I can hear is my deep breath, and the insects acoustics, somewhere I hear the night birds chirp , the bat circles the darkest corners of the silent building. The breeze must have slept I guess so. This moment now feels like magic, alluring me into an undreamt trance, the lizard s existence and the frogs croak tell me the night has a life.the morning rose sleep gently, the grass stays still .. Cold and moist, tingling my barefoot. I awe the twinkling dots that flicker .. They flicker but stay still. There is something about the sky that makes me wonder .. Helps me breathe a little deeper. I am not alone but unlike the social media my thoughts aren't rippled off .. The calm mind just observes as my senses sharpen. I hear the insects. The tiny chirrups . I see the persistent owl. There is life in the lazy grass patch dark to be reveled to me. This moment my senses are calm. My thoughts are just wonders and I am in love with the night to be afraid of it. Feeling unified .  I can't stay as I step inside my room.and close the door beside I feel the change In state of mind the walls replace the open sky and the wide spread grass patch, I stare at the ceiling to see the fan wings chase each other and the nightlamp glow replacing the thousand tiny flickers of the deep sky. The bed doesn't feel like the cold grass. Missing the fireflies .. I lay awake returning to the crowded world .. Very different from where I was and that was ? Just two steps from my room. Vowing to return when I find time .. Alas ! And Ah!! That's the issue TIME !!