Last updated on: May 2, 2008 at 11:06 pm
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jessicafick
I have read a lot of stories, but this one by Suresh Naig who wrote this for Desicritics was extremely haunting and profound. It is very simple yet powerful. Suresh very generously agreed to share this with Drishtikone. I want to personally thank him for this privilege to me. Please enjoy and also share your thoughts with Suresh here. ================= It was a pleasant Wednesday morning. Yet another day commenced as usual for the city college, amidst the rich greenery combined with the salubrious climate of Bangalore. But no one expected it to be unusual; so unusual that it turned out to be a blot on the glorious past of the institution. It was the month of October, frenzied celebrations of Ganesha festival had culminated and the city was preparing for Dussera celebrations. The expectation was palpable everywhere, including the campus. All the students studying in IInd year BBM, were engaged in hushed conversation about the new lecturer, who joined the college recently. He was a mystery to everyone right from his name - Yudhayas. No one could come to a definite conclusion about his religion. Rumours were thick and fast that his original name was different and he had changed his name by a sworn affidavit. All these things were unverifiable and irrelevant, but what is relevant was his appearance, which was unconventional for a lecturer. He sported long hair, which he would tie tidily resembling a ponytail, or allow the mane to flow occasionally and rarely he would knot the strands in a bunch. He was clean-shaven without a moustache, looked very intelligent with piercing eyes. No one had ever seen him smoking or indulging in unnecessary gossip. He never sported any religious insignia on his person, and avoided all questions in that direction skillfully. He had carved a name for himself among students, by his flowery and fluent language, unmistakable philosophy and a deep knowledge in his subject. In a short span, he became the favourite among the students. He never used to deliver monotonous lectures. Instead, he encouraged active participation. He used to say, that is what management is about. He would inform all his students in advance about the chapter he was going to take up next, and suggest books for reference for the relevant subject, so that every student did their neat homework before the chapter was taken up for discussion. This was something new and novel for the students, who were always accustomed to do the homework after any chapter was taught. He kept saying 'my job is not to teach, but to make you learn'. All the students were waiting with expectation for that day's class, which was about 'CONCEPT SELLING'. Though every one felt that they knew what concept selling was, in marketing parlance, yet they waited for the learned person's wisdom on that subject. Yudhayas entered the classroom exactly at 11 AM and as usual removed his wristwatch and kept it on the table. He was not only time conscious but also time perfect. He would initiate discussions; the discussion would continue for 40 minutes, he would sum it up in the following 20 minutes and wind up the class exactly in the 60th minute, unfailingly class after class. He had no inkling that this class would spill beyond the time and classroom. Read more