Mathematics has always been my favorite subject and so I have always had special regards for the people who carry out this integration of all the permutation and combination of rationalizing the core concepts on the derivative minds of the students who dread this subject with all probability and find a good percentage of their interest on other subjects. But since Mathematics is the basic subject that you cannot do away with, so are the Mathematics professors. All the mathematics professors I have come across in my career have some unique features, which differentiate them from the other. Probably, the operating system of their brain is always so busy in number crunching that they find very little time to attend to other senses, which are necessary to average out their common disposition. So while one Prof. had the unique habit of writing on the top most part of the black board, which he himself finds difficult to carry on, the other had a unique habit of using a particular part of the board and doing all the calculations on the top of other written formula that would put a resource utilization manager to shame. But none of the Profs come even close to the race when it comes to Prof Zende and his eccentricities.
The first look of him will give you a wrong impression of some clerk in a government office, but then in mathematics it’s all about assumptions and majority of these assumptions go wrong. A second look at his demeanor will perplex you further. You would feel a trespasser has accidentally gone astray and is looking for a way out of the college premises. And if you happen to meet him outside his restricted domain (class) chances are there that you will be treated as a “non local variable out of scope”, which his compiler will not be able to resolve. Add to this, his astigmatism and you get a complete package of 45 min live cinematic excellence which can go on to win the best documentary in the Academy awards if there had been a category for “Seriously funny documentary”.
Coming to his physical appearance, you can identify him easily in record times even if you happen to visit a Zende look-alike competition. Not more than 5 feet tall, white haired and rectangular specs disproportionate to the area of his face. Dense white moustache on a black complexioned background that makes a sinusoidal wave as he speaks, but the waves emanated seem distorted on account of the frequency with which he releases them. Mr. Doppler would be happy to come out of his coffin to work on this particular case. The first benchers are not receptive enough to catch hold of his words and the backbenchers don’t bother catching. Add to this the short stature of Mr. Zende that puts constraints on his usage of the upper part of the blackboard, which makes the backbenchers literally hearing and visually impaired. The relationship shared by the backbenchers and Mr. Zende is a special one. There is a mutual harmony on paper, the same that exists between two hostile nations across an LOC. No side wants to make the pre-emptive strike. Both acknowledge each others presence and the “omerta” is well respected. But there are times when some foreign powers are always desperate to break this harmony. The middle benchers-just like the “left” in the parliament are never satisfied with the equanimity of the class and tend to tread on the thin line- that virtually exist between the two warring sides.
So whenever these middle benchers feel the need to make their presence felt, the omerta is broken and what results is a heavy exchange of artillery between the two sides and what follows is an account of such incidents. (to be continued...)
The first look of him will give you a wrong impression of some clerk in a government office, but then in mathematics it’s all about assumptions and majority of these assumptions go wrong. A second look at his demeanor will perplex you further. You would feel a trespasser has accidentally gone astray and is looking for a way out of the college premises. And if you happen to meet him outside his restricted domain (class) chances are there that you will be treated as a “non local variable out of scope”, which his compiler will not be able to resolve. Add to this, his astigmatism and you get a complete package of 45 min live cinematic excellence which can go on to win the best documentary in the Academy awards if there had been a category for “Seriously funny documentary”.
Coming to his physical appearance, you can identify him easily in record times even if you happen to visit a Zende look-alike competition. Not more than 5 feet tall, white haired and rectangular specs disproportionate to the area of his face. Dense white moustache on a black complexioned background that makes a sinusoidal wave as he speaks, but the waves emanated seem distorted on account of the frequency with which he releases them. Mr. Doppler would be happy to come out of his coffin to work on this particular case. The first benchers are not receptive enough to catch hold of his words and the backbenchers don’t bother catching. Add to this the short stature of Mr. Zende that puts constraints on his usage of the upper part of the blackboard, which makes the backbenchers literally hearing and visually impaired. The relationship shared by the backbenchers and Mr. Zende is a special one. There is a mutual harmony on paper, the same that exists between two hostile nations across an LOC. No side wants to make the pre-emptive strike. Both acknowledge each others presence and the “omerta” is well respected. But there are times when some foreign powers are always desperate to break this harmony. The middle benchers-just like the “left” in the parliament are never satisfied with the equanimity of the class and tend to tread on the thin line- that virtually exist between the two warring sides.
So whenever these middle benchers feel the need to make their presence felt, the omerta is broken and what results is a heavy exchange of artillery between the two sides and what follows is an account of such incidents. (to be continued...)
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