Wednesday, April 27, 2005

To Sir, With Love

The Year - 1999 and the weather - a spine chilling cold winter.
One of those classes i was forced to attend in my first year(or was it second?) was Electricity & Magnetism and to make this highly confusing course befuddle us more, they had it taught by a charming young bachelor Suresh Ramasamy or Sura as he is still fondly called.

Sura's first love is Physics and i think it is his only love. The following poem is what i wrote for him and which he read out loud in class (after the bell had rung and there were only 3 other kids in class when he did the honour). Of course you need to keep in mind that i was this naive (my blog so i choose the adjectives) and innocent Kumari then, all of 18 years, fresh out of school and whose only memory of bearded men was Blue Beard & Prannoy Roy and trust me! they didn't make the heart beat any faster.

Short Circuit
Was it your droopy eyes
Looking down on me?
Or was it your drooling voice
Droning into my ears?
Which one takes the cake
In putting me to sleep?
Your monologue on dipoles
Sends me on a dream vacation
Right to the North Pole.
My brain is insulated
From your magnetism
And i'm thrown away
From your electrifying field of knowledge!
Will i ever find
The strength of my potential?

Yeah! Go ahead and smirk. But you would be surprised that he was damn well flattered by this unflattering poem of mine.(Of course before i gave it to him i did think of sth else to replace the 'Sleep' line which i can't remember now). He blushed, professed his thanks and from that day till I passed out didn't look me in the eye. Every time we ran into each other in those many corridors, he always found a grain of sand on the floor to admire.

Neither did i beat his Chemistry nor understand his Physics. I spent the night before E&M compre under Gandhi statue with two of my best buddies discussing a myriad things under a starry sky and made 13 in E&M; scraped into a beautiful D grade. He looked at my paper and then my face and said "Decided to give up is it?". We both smiled.



Blogger Primalsoup said...

You studied something called Electricity and Magnetism and still wrote poetry?????

You are truly my hero! :)

Prannoy Roy of the yesteryear didn't make your heart beat any faster??? Hmmm... What about Shekar Kapoor?


5:37 AM  
Blogger piggy said...

Sura's first love is Physics and i think it is his only love.

May be after this poem, he lost his interest in his first love and got married!! just kidding.. Dr. Radhika would he thanking you from her heart.

10:47 AM  
Blogger Vitalstatistix said...

Nice poem. I'm amazed you had the courage to give it to him. Of course, without the 'sleep' part, its a lot less lethal. As mentioned in the prev comment, he no longer is a bachelor.

11:08 AM  
Blogger Manchus said...

Nice little poem , quite naive! It reflects the feelings of a teenage girl.

Talking of Shekar Kapoor reminds me of the serial "Udaan" with Kavita Chowdhary. Every time he made an appearance on that serial, my heart would flip :))

The crush list would go on and on ....

2:22 PM  
Blogger Kumari said...

@Soups: Hehehe...well what to say. we all make mistakes and mine was taking up engineering :) So do i get to edge before Ossie & clan now that i am your hero? :p
Shekar Kapur was the only Oooh-la-la of those times :)

@Piggy: He is married? Yippeee so i can be assured a welcome should i go to meet him is it? :)

@Vital: Well you could say i had guts when it came to tricky & sticky situations...loved to make a fool of myself:) So did he shave off his beard at all?

@Manchus: Thanks! i knew someone would believe that i was naive :) Udaan? i remember Nukkad & Kashish but not Udaan :(

11:37 PM  
Blogger Vignesh said...

No such poems for Murli and RoadRokko Ramasamy ? ;)

1:38 AM  
Blogger KoPoS said...

too naive to ask this question but im asking anyways.

is it that women have the thing for proper bearded men? :)

8:28 AM  
Blogger piggy said...

To your disappointment, he did shave off his beard!! Another achievement by your little poem.. hehe..

10:36 AM  
Blogger Kumari said...

@Vignesh: You haven't seen don't even compare Murali or anyone else with The GOD! :)

@Shashanka: I don't know about women in general but this little girl has many designs on a good designer Stubble :p

@Piggy: ???What? Sheesh! If it wasn't for the beard i wouldn't have written that poem at all :( SIgh, i think i better pen anothe rone and mail it across :)

11:03 PM  
Blogger sensiblystoned said...

Hi just happened to land on your blog while blog hopping. Electricity and magnetism, it sure can put you to sleep but for you it seems to have sent you into a relapse long enough to write poetry :) Ironical indeed, now Im involved in a long drawn out battle with electromagnetics and I can think only of the choiciest of cuss words in tamil and english. Grudgingly, Im opening my eyes to the fact that it is the key all of electrical engineering. Maybe a broader mind would have done you good, but its too late now :)

3:21 PM  
Blogger Kumari said...

@sensiblystoned: Aah...Am glad you know enough cuss words to give vent to your feelings. Core or not of EEE, E&M sucks big time :(
But then you see, the only reason i attended E&M was to check out Sura and not learn at all :) SO no regrets whatsoever :)

1:11 AM  
Blogger me said...

i can't beleive u gave it to him.I know him as this terror warden of the yesteryears.He has shaven his beard and now lives in Bits-Goa campus with his wife and a very cute baby girl they had. :)

7:52 AM  

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