Each school boasts of a small set of teachers who are remembered fondly across batches. They are usually institutions in themselves. Mr Chatterjee would go on to become an institution in his own right. I had heard of him even before I joined school. My brother, who is 5 years older than me, would talk to me about his school – St Joseph’s and the teachers. He spoke highly of his Chemistry teacher and to demonstrate the stuff he was learning, he would mix citric acid and baking soda with a little water and the resulting reaction would leave me impressed. He inspired me to set up my own “Chem Lab” on our balcony. I had a couple of test tubes, a piece of wire that was shaped to hold a test tube and in lieu of a Bunsen burner, a candle.
My experiments were of the smelly kind. Heating left over egg whites and letting them sit till they smelled of what else but rotten eggs. My brother told me that Hydrogen Sulphide smelled of rotten eggs. So it was not all play, I was doing experiments. I also mixed some mango pulp with water and sugar and left it till it fermented and started fizzing. My brother told me that there was a thriving colony of yeast in there, so I wasn’t really wasting my time and my experiments continued. Boot polish and homemade jam were also involved in some experiments. He also told me that cyanide was a deadly poison and it tasted like spoilt almonds. Almonds were a treat and when I did get to eat them, if I bit into a bitter one, I was reminded of cyanide. Morbid perhaps, but the mind makes associations.
We started Chemistry in 7th grade but for the most part, we had heard about some of the High School teachers even when we were in the 4th grade. Mr Hartwell Yates, the legendary Math teacher who had already been teaching at our school for 40 odd years. Mr S.G. Bhat, the Hindi teacher and Scout Master and Mr David Chatterjee, the Chemistry teacher. Mr Chatterjee, I must admit was probably known for his mercurial temperament. As we came to the end of 6th grade, our teachers (who all happened to be female) warned us that our days of shenanigans were coming to an end. The teachers in High School (for the most part, mainly males) would not tolerate any nonsense and they would take care of us. It was unsaid but understood that corporal punishment would be meted out judiciously and perhaps a little liberally.
I went to an all boys Jesuit School and corporal punishment was par for the course. It was a hoary tradition to be caned by the principal for any misdemeanor. My brother who was the epitome of a “Holy Joe”, still suffered a caning in 4th or 5th grade when he did not show up for house games. He was not even aware that he was in the team but there were no excuses and Fr DaCosta let him have one across his buttocks. I went to a school that was originally set up primarily for the children of the Europeans in pre-independence India and certain Victorian traditions still prevailed. Think of an Indian version of Tom Brown’s school days. Fortunately, caning fell out of favor as I entered school. I digress though. I don’t remember my first day in Mr Chatterjee’s class in the 7th grade. I’m sure I was nervous and so were my classmates. He was known as “Chat” and that’s what we called him amongst ourselves.
Chat took his craft seriously. He was immaculately attired, it was not unusual to see him dressed in a suit. It was obvious he was passionate about Chemistry. The lab was adjacent to the classroom and he would ask his assistant Mathai (another institution in his own right) to bring out chemicals and equipment to demonstrate experiments as he taught in the class. He had a neat handwriting and he smiled triumphantly as he worked his way down the board and balanced a tricky equation. It was as if he was delighting in the thrill of sharing this secret with his students. He paid attention to details. He docked me marks for the illustration of an experiment in my weekly test. The relative proportions of the Bunsen burner and flat-bottomed flask that I had drawn were inaccurate. He suggested that we make stencils to help us draw accurate diagrams.
Chat did not tolerate any shenanigans though. Smiling in his class was dangerous since you ran the risk of him thinking that you were laughing at him and he was particularly sensitive to that. I think boys can be classified into three camps. The first one comprises of the cautious ones who don’t create trouble in class, but are happy to be interested onlookers. The second are the ones who are generally quiet but are opportunistic and will pick on a teacher if they think they can get away with it. The third are a special breed who are driven to create trouble regardless of the consequences. At that age, I don’t think malice is a factor. Perhaps it’s a way of gaining approval of classmates, of being regarded as fearless or perhaps there are personal circumstances that cause them to act up. The last camp I suspect go on to become successful risk takers in the future provided they channel their energies in the right direction. I fell squarely into the first camp. I figured I was better off sitting on the first bench where I would not bear witness to the antics of the third camp, thereby running the risk of smiling or laughing and getting caught.
It was hard not to smile though. Chat’s command over the English language was exquisite and when provoked, his remonstrations to the unfortunate student who was caught laughing for some private joke were classic. “I say, I will catch you by the scruff of your neck and the seat of your pants and precipitate you out of the classroom, I say”! Or to the unfortunate student who loitered on his way to class – “I say, punctuality is not being on time but being 5 minutes early!”. I’ve taken that advice to heart. He detested the use of “H2O” in our class notes unless it was in the context of an equation. “H2O refers to a single molecule of water, I say!”. There were references to parents drinking scotch on the rocks and in the case of my brother’s batch, I think references to “crossing the Rubicon”. “Spineless jellyfish” was used when students did not own up to their misdeeds.
And so, I tagged along with a couple of my classmates during tea break to the Chem lab to ask Chat if we could join the Chem club. He was at his desk at the head of the lab, surrounded by chemicals. His desk usually had a packet of cigarettes, an ashtray and coffee in a flat bottomed flask . He was evidently in a good mood and after agreeing to let us join the club, he asked us why we appeared nervous and did not drop by during our breaks to see him. We looked at each other wondering who would bell the cat and then my friend Shreepal bravely said “We are scared of you sir!”. “Scared! I say, do I have horns growing from the sides of my head?” he asked us. We hesitated and as his face lit up with a smile, we smiled in relief.
The Chem club meetings were something else. We had a weekly test from 8:30 am to 10 am on Saturdays after which we attended our club meetings. The Chem lab was on one end of the school away from the main building and playground. Chat was in his element then. He had a select group of interested students from the 9th and 10th grade and he was more relaxed. He performed a couple of experiments each week and then spoke at length about the chemical reactions and the practical applications. One week it was an experiment to detect blood on clothing (sheep’s blood from Russell Market), another week it was gun cotton and the third it was something to do with estimation of urea in soybean (or the extraction, I don’t remember). We also performed experiments in the well equipped lab.
My friends in the Physics and Bio labs were done by 10:30 am and happily trooped off to the playground (the “big field”) to play football. Our labs went on till 2:30 pm sometimes! I must confess that I sometimes rued my decision to join the Chem club, my other classmates seemed to be having fun on a Saturday afternoon while I was in a lab, often hungry. I felt the same way when I took on my engineering project at the Indian Institute of Science in Bangalore. I worked several months with a couple of my friends on my project while the other groups seemed to be having fun doing a lightweight “management” project. We all got the same grades at the end. However, both these experiences helped me tangibly. Chat’s chem club and the discipline he instilled, helped me in my engineering project, which in turn helped me when I was in Grad School.
Our school celebrated its Quasquicentennial (125th) anniversary in 1983. A large Science Exhibition was planned and Chat was really excited about the whole thing. We all had to select projects. I was in 9th grade and I opted rather ambitiously to synthesize Rayon with my friend Abdul. We read up on the process in our school library and worked diligently on it for a while but got nowhere. We then decided to change our project to make matches. As members of the Chem club, we had access to the lab during lunch breaks and so a number of us were in the lab one afternoon, working on our respective projects. We had read up on the ingredients and the process. Chat asked me to grind Potassium Chlorate and Red Phosphorus and I went up to Mathai for the chemicals. I also asked for a mortar and pestle. Abdul and I had planned to experiment with different ratios and I added the two chemicals in the mortar and started grinding them together. I was blissfully talking to Abdul and grinding the chemicals when there was a deafening explosion. The mortar disintegrated, so did the top of the jar of Potassium Chlorate, leaving half a jar with the white powder inside. The bottom of the pestle was missing, the top was still intact in my clenched fist. My ears were ringing, a small fragment of the bottle had nicked my eyebrow. I was lucky to get away without injuries.
I was told by my friends that Chat levitated in his chair that day. He hurried over and after ascertaining that I was fine, he asked me what I was doing. When he saw the remnant of the pestle in my hand, he exclaimed “I say, when I said grind, I meant mix it gently in paper!”. I should have known better, I was mixing combustible substances. He was too shaken to yell at me and he probably felt sorry for me. He asked me to wind up my experiments for the day. My ears rang for a couple of hours after that. The explosion had been heard by some of my friends who were playing football on the big field. The next day, Chat suggested that I try some other project. Abdul persisted with matches while I switched to mirror making.
It is a testament to Chat that he was able to secure substantial funding for the Chem projects. The projects spanned the gamut from volcanoes, to ammonia printing presses. From making matches to the behavior of electrons in strontium crystals. The last one was a project by Rahul, the acknowledged brain of the school. He was a year senior to me. Chat was especially proud of that project. I was now on my third project. My projects were messy, unglamorous and required a lot of experimentation. Rahul’s project was elegant in comparison. The school carpenter fabricated a box with a glass window in the front and opening at the sides for his hands to reach in. The insides of the box were painted black. Rahul placed strontium crystals between two watch glasses and rubbed them together. When he stopped a spark was visible against the dark background of the box. He had an electron orbital chart pinned to the wall behind him and he explained how the excited electrons jumped to a higher orbit when the watch glasses were rubbed together and when he stopped, the electrons jumped back to their original orbit, emitting the excess energy as light. His explanation was more scientific. It is a testament to Chat’s teaching that I remember this today (and I hope I have it right)! Rahul is now a distinguished professor at MIT and on receiving his life time achievement award from my school, singled out Chat as one of his main inspirations.
Meanwhile my mirror making was in doldrums. I was mixing sliver nitrate and if I remember correctly, sodium hydroxide with water and pouring the solution over a glass pane that had a border of putty to contain the solution. The pane was then placed on a beaker of water that was heated by a bunsen burner. The steam would evaporate the solution leaving a coating behind. I wasn’t getting the proportions right. There was no internet to scour for information, Chat did not have the exact proportions. As I worked on the project each day, I did not realize that the silver nitrate would stain my hands. We had no gloves, no safety glasses and masks were unknown. I spilt the solution on my hands and my clothes. My hands were soon stained and so were two pairs of my uniform. My parents were not pleased to say the least, two new sets of uniforms during the middle of the school year were an unplanned expense. I decided to continue with the stained uniforms until the exhibition was over.
I was getting desperate, we were just 3 days shy of the exhibition and I was the only student who did not have his project working. Chat was trying to help but he had a number of other students to assist. It was probably 5:30 in the evening when Chat came over to me as I finished yet another trial. My mind was numb as I held up the glass and told Chat that it looked like my experiment had failed. All I saw was a dullish grey film. As Chat took the glass from me, my junior, John, who was not in the Chem club but assisting us, cried out that it was reflecting! Of course, I was looking at the coating, the opposing side was the reflective surface. I heaved a sigh of relief. Chat shook my hand and asked me if I had noted down the proportions.
The exhibition itself was a success. It ran for three days and several schools as well as parents and members of the public visited us. In the interest of economy and expediency, I was now making mirrors in test tubes and reusing the test tubes after cleaning them. One of the Bio lab students borrowed a mirrored test tube. He was generally vague about the purpose but I inferred that he fancied a girl from the neighboring Bishop Cottons Girls’ School and he planned to present it to her. The duo, whose Bio project involved pricking fingers to draw blood and determine the blood group, took their own sweet time as they longingly caressed the fingers of the girls who were brave enough to volunteer to have their blood group determined. The care was reserved for girls, boys had their fingers jabbed and dispatched in quick time. Another experiment involved putting fish – back mollies and guppies in liquid nitrogen, displaying their frozen bodies and then thawing them back. They did not survive long. Cryogenics was not just the stuff of science fiction. My friend, Arun’s ammonia printing press was effective enough to photocopy the snack coupons that were handed to us and a couple of them passed scrutiny at the canteen. My friend, Hetal, unfortunately, dropped a bottle of Sulphuric acid and burned his foot. John who was in the 6th or 7th grade and had been assisting Hetal, confidently took over his Volcano project. When the exhibition ended, the stains on my hands remained for sometime. They were mistaken for burns by my fellow passengers in the bus. Chat suggested a couple of chemicals which did not have much effect. My brother sandpapered some of it off and the stains gradually disappeared over time.
When ICSE (High School passing out exams) came around, my friend from Baldwins borrowed my Chem notes. I had my brother’s copy of the Chemistry textbook by Holderness and Lambert lying around at home but I did not need it. Chat’s notes were gold! He had drilled us well and I think none of us feared Chemistry. Qualitative analysis in college was a breeze after having done it in school under Chat’s tutelage. I never met Chat after I finished high school. Years later, when the teachers were asked to vacate the school owned quarters, my batch decided to contribute our mite to help Chat. I helped coordinate the effort and Chat sent a gracious email to me through a friend. Unfortunately, he met with an accident soon after and passed away in 2002.
When I look back, I realize that as young boys, we usually had a one-dimensional view of our teachers. I knew, even then, that Chat was extremely passionate about teaching. Somehow, I took that for granted. We were more taken up by the fact that his coffee was occasionally heated in flat bottomed flask on a Bunsen burner (a practical solution, now that I think of it) or that a classmate had reputedly pilfered one of Chat’s cigarettes on a dare. We focussed to a certain extent on his temper. There probably were reasons behind that, but at that age, we were not aware of them. Chat had a laser like focus on teaching and he was all business. He was also a lifelong Josephite, having studied in our school (under the tutelage of another legend – Mr Alvarez) and then coming back as a teacher. Perhaps, he knew what went on in the minds of the mischief mongers and did not want it to interfere with his teaching. While Chat appeared suspicious of our intentions in class, he was surprisingly trusting when it came to the lab and more so, the Chem club. We were encouraged to perform experiments, we were allowed to fail and try again and learn from our mistakes. He sent us off to Avenue Road to procure chemicals and probably badgered Fr Coelho for funds for the increasingly ambitious projects in the Chem club.
As I grew up and went through college and university, I realized that passionate and committed teachers who knew their stuff were the exception rather than the norm. For many, teaching was just a job that had to be discharged, sometimes grudgingly. Our chemistry classes were never dry. The Indian education system is notorious for bookish rote learning but Chat went out of his way to perform experiments whenever possible. He invited his brother Dr Nityanand Chatterjee from the prestigous Indian Institute of Science to give us a lecture. The talk itself went over my head but Chat wanted to show us what was possible once we graduated. The Chem lab was easily the most well equipped as well as the best maintained lab in the school. But aside from his teaching life, there were many other dimensions and layers to him and perhaps some of his students did get to know him better after they graduated but I didn’t.
Years after I graduated, I happened to become friends with Ray, one of Chat’s classmates from school. He recalled that Chat was passionate about Chemistry even in school. It was perhaps he who told me, that once, on his way home from school, the bus had to be stopped and evacuated since the passengers smelled fumes. It was subsequently found that an experiment had gone awry in Chat’s school bag and the bus resumed on its journey after it was sorted out. It strikes me that Chat was able to maintain his childhood passion and make it his career. He was available during lunch, after school and on Saturdays to help us with our experiments during the exhibition. I think it was the combination of the two qualities that made him the teacher that his students still recall with fondness. He was willing to share his knowledge and passion but more importantly, in my opinion, the most precious thing that a person possesses – his time. He did so generously and freely with his students. I’m sure that quite a few of my schoolmates would concur with me.
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ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT !!! I am SJBHS 1971 but I could relate completely. Alec Alvarez or ALViE was our Chemistry God. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this.
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Cliff, I’m glad you enjoyed the article. Alvie had retired by the time I started school, Mrs Alvarez taught my brother in 4th. You might perhaps enjoy the article I had written on Widdy on another blog – http://www.currylore.com/widdys/
Excellent article. Well written with a lot of details. Brought back a lot of memories. SCODS being one of them. I loved Chat, and it was because of him I did my PhD in Chem Engineering. I graduated in 1981.
Naveen, thanks! Incidentally, that is a refrain I’ve heard from others too. It’s rare that a single teacher inspires students to pursue a career in a a specific field. You were perhaps a year junior to my older brother – Rabindra.
Excellent article . Brought back memories of my times at school
Brilliant! brought back so many memories especially the SCODS and his admonition of being precipitated from the classroom. Although I went on to study medicine, I find a lot of his ‘chemistry rules’ useful when I am trying to help my daughter going through her O levels (ICSE). He made teaching so very passionate. A true inspiration indeed!
Rajesh, your writing takes me back to a simpler and very enjoyable stage in my life. I only spent three years at SJBHS, but consider myself a life long Josephite. I saw Chat for the person I experienced in the classroom. I remember Chat often referring to me as “nightingale” in front of the class as I was “voluntold” along with Biju and Sandeep to sing the school anthem in assembly. Remember witnessing the many receivers of Chat’s fury and to be honest, I would sometimes wonder where the deep appreciation for Chat would come from. As kids
and young adults, we spend time focused on the stories that evoke laughter rather than appreciation. Your writing helps me see things from a different light and at times leaves me with some regret for not fully appreciating and understanding the people that I have crossed paths with. Thank you for putting your experiences in words. Chat remains alive.
Thanks, Everette. I’ve often wondered about some of our teachers, especially Mr. Varadhan and I feel sorry for them when I put myself in their shoes (or unfortunately, slippers in his case). The pay was paltry and if they could not supplement their income with tuitions, it probably was hard. If you were a good teacher, you taught yourself out of tuitions. And in Mr Varadhan’s case, he walked in each day expecting to be ambushed by a bunch of students who delighted in irritating him.
An amazing read, just graduated a few years back and a lot seems to have changed but nothing much has changed in the way we pulled pranks in class and mess about with the teachers. I can picture 70’s joseph’s in vivid detail now. I just wish the chemistry teachers trusted us with all the dangerous experiments but that never stopped us in messing about with concentrated acids and cyanide and setting magnesium of fire. Practical classes were a lot of fun if you “knew what you were doing”. Thanks for this.
Hi Jenneth: I’m glad this brought back fond memories. At least in the early to mid-eighties when I was in school, we were allowed to mess around. A few injuries, mainly related to accidents involving Nitric and Sulphuric acid. A less stressful time too, I can imagine an explosion or injury now being captured on smartphones, uploaded on FB or WhatsApp and attracting conspiracy theories as the clip circulated around! Thanks for reading my blog!
If only we were allowed to use our phones in class…. We always made sure to do this experimenting when the teacher wasn’t there because if we were caught we would be banned from the lab. Our bags were checked regularly for phones but we had a very effective way of communicating to the other class when the teachers were coming around looking for phones…. During the sports day heats we used to plug our phones into the smart board speakers and play music when the teachers were busy downstairs…I think that’s the only time we actually used the speakers…. Wonder what they did in the 80’s🤔
I can tell you what we did in the 80’s….nothing! In my case, we did not even have a landline at home, forget mobiles at school! In a way, I think it gave us the space to think things over in our minds. Had a tiff with your friend, no problem, ruminate over it over the weekend and by Monday, usually things were forgotten. Today, there will be a million messages flying back and forth and the mind completely fixated on that. Could not solve a problem, no internet and by extension, no Google. No ability to check the answers with your friend over the phone. So you thought of different solutions, working your way through till you figured it out. If not, you would have to take the help of the class brain before classes started. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a Luddite, but when I look back at my childhood, I’m kinda glad we did not have smartphones. I must mention that the handheld video games made their appearance when I was in 9th or so, but it was probably a couple of rich kids who owned them. Rubik’s cube was a craze for some time. But for the most part, we just played football, hand cricket, hawli kawli etc on Big Field during lunch.
As for music, the school had a collection of LPs. These were played in the library by Mr. Alan MacBride during lunch. The band performed during sports day – Colonel Bogey, After the Ball is Over, Daisy etc
Thank you for the wonderful memories of SJBHS; your article was such a pleasure to read during these crazy COVID times. Chat was an amazing teacher; truly dedicated. Chat taught us Biology in Standard 7 and then Chemistry from Standard 8 to 10. I recall in one of the classes Chat being pissed off at the class for some of the ridiculous answers we had written in a class test – and he yelled “this a sacrilege, a heresy”. Chat’s biology classes from Standard 7 still resonate in my mind; his remarkably clear explanations of the cell: things like the Endoplasmic reticulum Golgi bodies, ribosomes; Chat was simply a brilliant teacher.
There were other fantastic teachers too: Papa Yates (mathematics), Andrade (English and Geography; he used to draw a perfect circle of the globe on the blackboard), Ranga Rao (Physics): Luke (history; his lectures on the Renaissance in Europe were so interesting). During my time at SJBHS, DaCosta was principal and then Shenoy: I remember every Friday morning, the principal used to talk to us high school students in the concert room; beautiful memories.
I finished Standard 10 at SJBHS in 1982. I left India permanently in 1984 and only returned to Bangalore once briefly in 2011 – sadly the old school building was completely gone.
The commitment to academic excellence at SJBHS has been a true inspiration to me; the sheer dedication of those amazing teachers is remarkable. This is probably the reason I ended up as an electrical engineering professor.
I dream of returning to Bangalore, meeting my SJBHS classmates and reminiscing about those amazing childhood years! I deeply regret that I never got to personally thank those fantastic teachers at SJBHS; almost all of them have passed on. Thank you again for your wonderful article!
I’m glad you enjoyed the blog! Chat taught my brother Biology too and I used his notes for ICSE, never needed a textbook. Luke retired when I was in 5th so I never got to attend any of his classes, though my brother remembers his Geography classes with fond memories. My batch was the last one to be taught by Mr Bhat as well as Papa Yates and so I’m thankful that I got to study under the old guard. As I see it, my school days could be considered like a three-legged stool. One leg was the building, the second the teachers and the third my classmates. I’m left pretty much left with one leg now. Thanks for taking the time to read my blog.
I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciated this post. Like so many of the people writing here, I too can recite whole chunks of high school chemistry by heart even today. I imagine every “Best of” compilation of Chatterjee includes SCODS, the brown-ring test, the Bessmer process, etc.
I was a few years later than you, but I distinctly remember that science exhibition. It was so inspiring! I probably saw your exhibit too, Average Joe.
At every step of my education I’ve had one person who towered over everyone else in their positive impact on me; Chatterjee was one of that handful, and people like him were responsible for me becoming an educator myself. (I thanked him in my dissertation’s acknowledgments; he was still alive then.) Curiously, my own educational style is almost diametrically opposed to his.
Because of that difference, I have reflected on his teaching many, many times. So much of what we now know about good education (active learning, etc.) would tell us that he was terrible. And I think that for some students he may have been far short of ideal, and they may have loved chemistry under a different teacher; education does have a strong survivorship bias. Still, it is also impossible to argue with the kind of success he did have, as the postings here testify. He was a nerd’s nerd, and to those of us who recognized the type and gravitated towards it, he was an apotheosis. (I too participated in those Saturday science classes, where—as you note—he seemed to relax more, perhaps because he felt he was amongst “his kind” and discipline would take care of itself without him having to enforce it.)
So, let me thank you again for recording these fantastic memories. My daughter has heard the stories of Chatterjee many times (I’m surprised nobody here has yet mentioned one more of his catch-phrases: “I shall have you rusticated!”). Thanks to your posting, I was able to finally give her a visual sense of the person and of that dingy, odoriferous lab — with Mathai scuttling about in the background — that will always remain a place of happy memories.
I’ve wondered about the same thing myself – he was a disciplinarian and quite rigid in many ways. And there were many ways in which he was not an ideal teacher, certainly by today’s standards. But a chunk of our connection to him was not made in class but in the lab at lunchtime and when we did not need to be there.
But for me the thing that came through was that he loved chemistry and so deeply enjoyed it. There was no way to fake that and I think as kids we saw that. And he enjoyed the practical experimental and exploratory part of it. What he did do, that is hard to do today, is he let us play with chemicals. It’s dangerous, but it allowed chemistry to come alive for us in a way that it doesn’t for most students. It was that shock of the unexpected explosion, reactions gone awry that told you (I think) that you were doing something real, actually exploring. And if you had a deeper interest he would entertain it to the best of his ability even sending you to others to talk to. In some odd way, though he was so controlling in class, he treated us like adults.
Anyhow – that’s my best theory for why he was so very inspirational for some of us (but not for others who did not see the ‘lab’ side of him, I think).
Indeed, Ben, those are all very true statements, and better explain the seeming contradiction.
(If, by the way, this is the Ben Gomes from the mid-80s, many thanks for your own leadership in the lab, and inspiration to students like me who came 1-2 years later!)
I am from the mid 80s and never thought of myself as a leader at the time (though I was put in charge of the lab storage space in the back after some strychnine went missing!). But it was an amazingly permissive environment. There is a lot of talk in the US about self directed and project based learning. The chem lab projects were just that – learning as exploration. Though there was no safety equipment injuries were very rare and I never saw a severe injury.
Shriram, thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my blog. Your eloquent comment is worthy of being a blog on its own! As you and Ben have noted, there is no doubting Chat’s passion for Chemistry and teaching and I agree that some of his interactions with students would not stand scrutiny by today’s standards. I can imagine the furor that would ensue if a video of Chat kicking a student found its way to Twitter or Facebook. As Chat’s classmate Ray noted, he was the product of another time where corporal time was par for the course and one just accepted it without questions. That being said, Chat was fair in his grading and treatment of students, though some students who got on his wrong side would probably disagree with me. I write this blog mainly to share my memories and it gives me immense pleasure when people tell me that my writing struck a chord with them or revived pleasant memories.