When BOSS indulges in bosh
When I look back now, after nearly a decade, to the days when I
was in college and leaf through my memories, I succeed in retrieving
only a fraction. I still do remember most of the names of the Professors
and Lecturers who taught us. Of them, I still fondly remember our Physics
teacher, who was indeed a very unique teacher. And among his many qualities,
his quaint way of speaking English still provides me with some moments of
lightness amidst my dreary routine mundane existence.
It was my first year in college. The year was 1983. We
were just freshers in college, and so quite expectedly, was enjoying
the initial relaxed atmosphere. The intricacies of the world of Physics,
Chemistry and Mathematics was still away from us.
Out of these three subjects, I held a particular fascination
for Physics. Physics always intrigued me and I thought that one day, I will
be a Newton, Neil Bohr, Satyendranath Bose or an Einstein. It is another matter that it never
happened that way. However, our Physics teacher, a respectable man in his
field, caught our fancy, both for his erudition as well as his foibles.
In this piece, I have concentrated mostly on his foibles,
which provided some humorous moments ( no malice intended), and would like
to share some of these with my readers. And so, I begin…
After a few days of classes, we arrived at a unit of scientific
experiments. He started explaining to us about the experiment. He
began his sentence thus “Take a piece of water.”
At this utterance some students at the back benches
chuckled. This infuriated our teacher. Angrily, he shouted “Last bench,
don’t laugh. If you laugh, I will make last bench first bench.” (It seemed
our Physics teacher has a penchant for using conjunctions)
He also had a habit of eliminating words from
every sentence and such sentences became incomprehensible at times.
He was taking our class on one windy day. He had already
closed the Entrance/Exit door. All of a sudden, he turned towards
the last bench and ordered “Close the door. Air force coming” (He
obviously meant the window, since there was only one door which was
closed. Air force implied a gusty wind was blowing outside)
In one of his classes, the atmosphere had become quite
claustrophobic. He was badly gasping for some fresh air. He came up with
”Open the window. Let the atmosphere from outside come in”
One fine day, he was taking the class on Motion from
General Physics. While explaining terms like speed and velocity,
he said “Gentlemen, speed is the latest fashion. You may have the
notion that clothes or hip-dressing is the latest trend, yet
in reality nowadays speed is the latest fashion. And it is there
to stay.” Without fully comprehending the significance of his
statement then, we looked with amazement at his erudition.
As we progressed with General Physics, the unit on Projectiles came
up. That day, he said he will narrate a story as to why he considered our
scientists the best in the world. His story ran like this. “The American
scientists was about to launch a satellite into space from their cosmodrome.
All have assembled at the launching pad, and the rocket is to be shot to
outer space. Just at this juncture, when everything is ready, and
the necessary commands initiated to set off the rocket, it remained
static. The American scientists were panic stricken. Try as they might,
yet all efforts to get it started proved in vain. Soon, expert
scientists from across the world was called to help out in this crisis
situation. Yet no scientist was successful. Scientists from Russia,
UK, France, Germany and elsewhere, all proved failures. Finally, it was
the turn of one Indian ‘Sardar’ scientist. He just took a look at the
rocket, tilted it one way and then the other, and just kicked the
rocket. And lo, it started. All scientists was amazed at the genius
level of our scientist. (when asked the secret how he went about
his troubleshooting job, he said Indians are accustomed to their
machine being thrown out of gear regularly. For example, Indian
kick — start scooters rarely start when we kick it the first time.
We have to tilt the scooter this way and that, kick it a number of times,
before it actually starts off. I applied the same principle in this
case.”
Soon, our first year classes came to an end. We did fairly well
in his paper. We were lucky to meet him again in second year. He was
assigned to teach us Modern Physics.
One day, he was taking the unit on Atomic Physics. While
discussing cosmic rays, he told us “Cosmic rays are coming to our
planet from a very distant place. It is still coming, coming, coming”
By now he was excited, and was using his hand as indicator to demonstrate
how cosmic rays reached us. One mischievous back — bencher was mimicking
him all along. Suddenly, he sighted him. The student was then closing his
palm, as if to conceal something. He blurted out “Look, look, look at that
stupid fellow (indicating the back — bencher). He is trying to catch
cosmic rays.”
An interesting incident happened one day. He was trying to get
the attention of a pretty girl in class. The girl could sense this. Suddenly,
in the electrical connection outlet of our class, there was a huge spark. Out
came a repartee from the girl “The circuit must have choked due to your
magnetic personality.”
Our teacher’s appellation was Mr A. K. Biswas. He has his name type
written at the door of his room. One mischievous Bengali student added the
words “koro na” (Translated, it would mean don’t trust Mr A. K. Biswas)
Inspite of all such occasional pranks, our Physics teacher was really
dear to us. He used to regale us in class with his lessons and jibes,
and his lectures were never boring. They, interspersed with intermittent
bungling of sentences like “Value putting answer getting,” “if it is be the
case,” “Viscosity will come tomorrow” etc. etc. , always helped to keep me in
a jovial mood for the rest of the day. Even now, at times.
A couple of years back, I bumped into him suddenly one day. He is
leading a retired life now. He still has an elephantine memory, and
asked me about my classmates who were in his class, and what they
were doing. I found that he still retains his humour, and age hasn’t
withered him down. He invited me to his place, which I couldn’t decline.
I discovered several unknown facts/traits about him, which I will
write in another piece shortly.