He remembered the blackboard, the classroomMandip was in the laboratory of his college with his students explaining them about the Liquid Propulsion Systems. His students kept him asking many questions and he is explaining each one to them in a most clarified manner. One of those students asked him about the exact reasons for the failure of Chandrayaan 2 mission and what remedial actions can be taken to make the next mission foolproof. He smiled at the student and said a very complex issue like the Chandrayaan 2 mission must be divided into small segments to understand each of its parts. He also said that since the students have just started handling the subject, it will take a little while to understand the whole issue. By saying this, he went back to his laptop and presented a slide on the screen of the projector. Everybody's attention is now on the screen. The day went away by explaining many complex issues to the students. He returned to his home at night and was having dinner with his family. Suddenly, his son asked, "Papa, why the Chandrayaan 2 mission failed"? He was a bit surprised because he was dealing with the same thing in the laboratory today with his students and now a child of 9 years is asking the same question. He smiled and said he will explain it to him after dinner. Now, Mandip was asking himself about how to make a child of 9 years understand a very complex subject. He was thinking and remembered the first day of the session in class XI. He remembered how Mr Gomes started the English class on the very first day. Mr Gomes entered the class with a smile and went straight to the blackboard. He wrote some wonderful lines which he still remembers even after such a long period. He remembered those lines:
Then look disheartened over the work,
Which you have to do
And say that such a mighty task
You never can get through
But, just endeavour, day by day
Another point to gain
And soon the mountain that your friend
Will prove to be a plain
He remembered the blackboard, the classroom and Mr Gomes. He remained silent for a while then after finishing his dinner went to the small whiteboard in his study room. He took the marker and looked up at the ceiling.
P.S The poem mentioned in the thread is not written by the author.
This is an entry to the TOW contest