The Raghavan Instincts

So I went home this weekend too - to  Thanjavur . As usual, as someone with no plans & someone fond of public transport, esp. the general class ones, I went hopping a few buses.  Bangalore - Hosur - Salem - Trichy - Thanjavur . Thankfully, this time, I got a direct bus to Salem from the 1st point, but not thankfully, it seemed to have more # of stops than from there to Silk Board, leaving the bypass & cutting through every village possible. At around 11 PM,  i.e.  after some 5+ hrs, I reached  Salem . I had dinner at a  Sri Saravana Bhavan  (no, not HSB) which was a  rava dosa  I could finish in less than a minute but had to pay for it Rs. 55. Such are the times I feel blessed for having a job & not having to beg in front of the same hotel. Anyway, I boarded a bus to  Trichy , and no sooner did the bus start, there was this guy – tall, sorta well-built, thick-bearded, checked-shirt, village hero's friend-types wit...

The past weekend, I had been to my native. And when I was at a petrol bunk, someone just drove in on his bike & it seemed to be someone familiar to me. Only later did I recollect that it was one of the lecturers who taught us physics in our first year of college. He used to be fondly called ' periya mokka ' - not without reasons. And I couldn't but other than be reminded of the following. It was the a few days after the second mid-sem of my first year, and he had just then distributed to us our answer sheets evaluated. I knew I hadn't done well, in fact, it was one of my worst, and I was very much prepared for scoring less than 20 / 50. It was 17.5. And like always, we were also asked to check if there were any queries / clarifications / any mistakes in the totals, and very soon there were a few surrounding him. I went up to him too, and patiently waited for my turn. "What?", asked he, in his signature blunt tone that would kinda sound accusing anyon...