Hrishi, our elder
son, comes home quite pooped out from School
and somehow drags himself with the heavy bag at his back. He meets
his mother right at the entrance waiting for him. Apple doesn’t fall far from tree and like his
Papa, he enquires about the menu . If it’s any of his favorite
NonVeg items, his eyes outshine the setting sun. On some days, only “grass”
on the plate makes his weariness quadruple and in abhorrence, he lets his body drop
on the bed like a log.
So seeing him come hopping
on one foot, My wife Arpana knew he had some exciting news to break. His face
was blushing with the concealed excitement and eyes shining bright like stars. From
his bag, he brought out his Mathematics test paper and displayed to his mother with
all pride. It was a rare feat to score perfect twenty for the first time in
life !
Making Hrishi understand the
concept of Multiplication and Division was a herculean task for me. Whenever I
needed to explain him, I used the example of a cow. One cow has 4 legs so how
many for three cows…blah..blah. For fraction, I used the example of a rotten Potato.
The other day, he was complaining to his mother about me frequently using only those
two examples. His mother told him both were just apt exemplar for his kind of
student. Of course, now I need to be careful not to misuse with the word “cow” under
the changed social dynamics in India !
Hrishi’s excitement lasted
till I arrived at home from Office in the evening. At Dinner table, he asked – Papa,
What do you think about our Ma’am’s response in getting me perfect 20 ?
How do I know ? You didn’t
tell for once – I replied.
After getting the test Paper,
Hrishi asked his Ma’am about the other students scoring 20. Ma’am replied – Can you see any student
jumping like a monkey other than you ?
Hrishi’s joy reminded my own
days, not in School but in Engineering College when I presumed myself as quite
grown up. I was in the Fifth semester and Bandana Madam used to take classes on
Fluid Flow Operation (FFO). In one of the Class Tests, I got 19 out of 20 and I
immediately enquired with Madam about the highest mark in the test. For a
moment, she kept on looking at me, smiled and told, it was 19.
Many incidents of my College
days, I don’t remember today. But I still remember Bandana Madam’s affectionate
stare on that day. Perhaps, to her, the 19 year old boy appeared like a kindergarten
kid with that innocent query.
In Engineering Final Semester,
we had to choose an optional subject between Operational Research(OR) and Environmental Engineering. While the
entire Chemical Batch of 1996 went for Environmental Engineering, I and my close buddy Mahato opted for Operational
Research. Environmental was a pet subject for Dr Raghabendra Choudhury , HOD
of Chemical Engineering Department. So while Sir entered for the Environmental class,
we two moved out.
“Where are you going ?” Sir asked
“Sir, we have opted for
Operational Research” – I said
“Go….oh…” Displeasure was perceptible in his voice.
Next day we two were called
by Late Biswajit Choudhury to his chamber. He gave us an earful for going after
OR instead of Environmental Engineering which to him was more essential for a
Chemical Engineering Graduate. We knew, our HOD had asked Biswajit Sir for counseling
both of us.
So next day, we two were
sitting in the class when Dr Raghabendra Choudhury entered. He looked at us
and enquired why we had not gone for the OR class. We told him, he had changed
to Environmental Engineering.
In a moment, his face turned
into an embodiment of happiness and contentment
which I will never forget in my life. Perhaps, that was one of the best gifts
which as a student we could offer to him. And latter working in a Refinery, I
understand, Raghabendra Choudhury Sir was absolutely spot on to force
Environmental Engineering on me.
Dr Mrinal Baruah Sir was
another person who can be best described by the coconut - hard at the outside and
soft inside. Once I forgot to get the answer sheets in Graph Papers of Mass Transfer Operation (MTO)
Final Exam papers signed by the invigilator. I was worried whether my answers
in the Graphs will be accepted. When I approached Sir, he stared sternly
and asked whether I have finished everything for the next exam paper asked to get out from his chamber immediately.
I got 89 out of 100 in that
Mass Transfer Paper.
There’s another teacher I
can’t afford to forget. She was Kamala Baideu who used to take me from our home
to the Primary school at Hajo, lifted by bag on the steep slopes, arranged special
examination when I missed a few. Even today, whenever she meets me, I can see
the affection and kindness which I received in abundance as a four year kid have not changed anything.
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Dr Balindra Kumar Sarma was
our Hostel Superintendent in New Hostel, Cotton College. Our Hostel was just below
one of the most sought Colleges of our time - Handique Girls College. Once, few
of our friends including me bunked classes and were befriending with our neighbors
exchanging pleasantries. While the Girls were safe at top, the most vulnerable was our Romeo group
at the ground from the “fringe elements”
like our Superintendent Sir ! As usual I soon got engrossed at my job and all of
a sudden, found my friends vanishing into thin air. Instead a hand of Sarma Sir was coming in the
direction of my cheek. It would have landed at the right spot if I were not athletic in those days.
After the first year, I came
to Block-1 near Superintendent Sir’s residential. I loved singing in those days
as sweetly as the Jian of the Doraemon
cartoon. In one of the election campaigns, students of DS Hostel even demanded Himanta
Da (Himanta Biswa Sarma ) to silence my singing if he was voted as Secretary.
“Do you know PG Final Exam
of Baideu is underway” – One day Sir enquired with me very quietly. His daughter
was appearing for PG Final Exam.
I was happy that Sir was so
fond of me to share this news. I told him I already knew about that and in fact
a few days ago, I called a rickshaw for her.
All of a sudden, to my
surprise, he shouted - if you are aware, why don’t you stop singing. Next time,
if you sing, I will see you out from the hostel.
There were frequent complaints
against me. Intimidation of deducting fines from caution money for eating three Parathas
instead of allotted two, Night Show in the nearby movie hall, Sitting at the
Gate while army motorcades moved on during the start of Operation Rhino and
many more continued in the two years of stay in new Hostel. So, when I was told
at College Office to collect my HS Final year certificate from Superintendent
Sir, I thought, some of the previous good acts might have prompted Sir to seize
my certificate.
Instead, surprise was
waiting for me as I was given a warm welcome. He asked me what I intended to
do. I told him about doing Engineering in Guwahati only as my father was firm in choosing the place where he could keep an eye on me.
As I touched his feet, he blessed
and murmured – “ Do well in life “ and I could see his eyes moistening at some
corner and so did mine. That was the last time, I saw Balindra Kumar Sarma Sir as I never went back to new Hostel thereafter. Neither I ever visited Assam Engineering College Chemical Building since May 1997. Wish
Sir is still going strong and guiding students like he did to us.
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