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This is not Homage; this is my homage, if you make allowances for my congenital irreverence. The middle vowel is ever present here, more so to apologize for lapses.
These stories are my recollection of events thirty five years past. That is a long while. Most of the players are sadly no more; and the rest are like me, senior citizens on their way. Professor Majumdar was 55 then, a good 30 years my senior. And memory falters; names forgot, and truth colored by the soft glow of nostalgia for long-lost youth and exuberance.
Genius is a buzzword, and controversial. By Genius, I mean what James Gleick meant writing about Feynman (we are in good company). Genius is one whose artistic or intellectual outputs are enjoyed by many; but how he got there, no one has a clue.
Thurber owned more than forty dogs in his lifetime. His frugal sketches of his dogs and his pieces on them (in particular: 'How to Name a Dog') are some of the most celebrated works in American humor. He says that when he goes out to his garden chair and calls his dogs, all of them run to him and lick him, except his bloodhound. This creature slowly follows his trail from the bathroom via the garden steps and finally winds his way to his chair and sits there unconcerned.
Mortified, Thurber says that the fellow is least interested where he is; but only how he got there!
Apparently there are no ‘intellectual bloodhounds’ winding their way through the labyrinthine mind of a genius.
I will be rewarded if these files give at least an inkling of the genius of Professor Majumdar, and his simple, artless, but charming personality.
For help gratefully received in this effort, please do see Acknowledgments.
Lastly, I can’t resist quoting from the Guru Granth Saheb:
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Special Thanks: Sayan Kar has been the Engine as well as Guard of this train of thoughts. I thank him and his editorial team.
Disclaimer: Please don’t expect these files to contain any profound physics. There is none; no equations, no figures, and no references. These are merely stories. Anyone with a nodding acquaintance of the jargon of physics should be able to make out. The style is chatty, personal and almost gossipy. However, I took care to avoid hearsay and confined myself to what I know and what SDM told me.
Abbreviations:
SDM: Professor S. Datta Majumdar
HNB: Professor H. N. Bose
DB : Professor D. Basu
Sudhansu Datta Majumdar
(The Genius Who Touched My Life)
by
G. P. Sastry
These stories are my recollection of events thirty five years past. That is a long while. Most of the players are sadly no more; and the rest are like me, senior citizens on their way. Professor Majumdar was 55 then, a good 30 years my senior. And memory falters; names forgot, and truth colored by the soft glow of nostalgia for long-lost youth and exuberance.
Genius is a buzzword, and controversial. By Genius, I mean what James Gleick meant writing about Feynman (we are in good company). Genius is one whose artistic or intellectual outputs are enjoyed by many; but how he got there, no one has a clue.
Thurber owned more than forty dogs in his lifetime. His frugal sketches of his dogs and his pieces on them (in particular: 'How to Name a Dog') are some of the most celebrated works in American humor. He says that when he goes out to his garden chair and calls his dogs, all of them run to him and lick him, except his bloodhound. This creature slowly follows his trail from the bathroom via the garden steps and finally winds his way to his chair and sits there unconcerned.
Mortified, Thurber says that the fellow is least interested where he is; but only how he got there!
Apparently there are no ‘intellectual bloodhounds’ winding their way through the labyrinthine mind of a genius.
I will be rewarded if these files give at least an inkling of the genius of Professor Majumdar, and his simple, artless, but charming personality.
For help gratefully received in this effort, please do see Acknowledgments.
Lastly, I can’t resist quoting from the Guru Granth Saheb:
A hundred moons may blossom
A thousand suns may blaze
In this dazzling brilliance
Without my Guru, there is pitch darkness.
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Special Thanks: Sayan Kar has been the Engine as well as Guard of this train of thoughts. I thank him and his editorial team.
Disclaimer: Please don’t expect these files to contain any profound physics. There is none; no equations, no figures, and no references. These are merely stories. Anyone with a nodding acquaintance of the jargon of physics should be able to make out. The style is chatty, personal and almost gossipy. However, I took care to avoid hearsay and confined myself to what I know and what SDM told me.
Abbreviations:
SDM: Professor S. Datta Majumdar
HNB: Professor H. N. Bose
DB : Professor D. Basu
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