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"The Death of most abbhorent professor"



Prof MC Puri of IIT Delhi died in Bangalore terrorist shootout on 28th december 2005.

"If you miss the plane by a minute then you miss the plane , so you have missed your attendance " these were the words of one of the most abhorrent professor Mr. M C Puri, during my initial days of IIT .
Don't go by these harsh words, the man was very humble and extremely devoted to the subject and duties. The old man would climb 7 floor ramps early winter mornings to take MA110 (Basic engineering mathematics part-1) class . I still remember his trembling voice on the verses of calculus ,derivatives , integrals and all . The man loved discipline and we loved breaking them . Senior (star performers repeating the course) would warn not to mesh with the man and we dare never ever bunk his class or escape in between. Yes he was a kind of first year tormentor for many of us and was popular among my DU friends as well , as they would use his name to wake me up early in the morning. "uth jaa kamlesh nahi to MC Puri ka lacture aa jayega"
It isn't easy handling those inquisitive minds of B. Techs (i would rather prefer to sleep at the back bench ) but he was at ease with his experience. Just at the moment during the end of semester we thought the man to be a mathematics nerd, he gave a beautiful lecture on the life for an hour. He was the first man to call those 4 years as golden periods of our life as he show the eagerness of all the students to get out of the hell ASAP, and now i realize the importance of hoary (hoary= gray haired person).
What a contrasting end the man will have, no one on this earth could ever see that in his/her wildest dream. The sad part of the story is the cold-blooded death of the good mathematician. What the hell the old man has done to those terrorist. Before shooting did they ever care to give it a thought that the man they are going to kill is the most innocuous existing in the wildest civilization. I couldn't believe how the disciple of Goddess Saraswati Prof M C Puri will die in a shootout. This is the second time the terrorist have directly made an impact in my life. I am so grieved at the event that i am forced to pen it down.
The Death of Professor MC Puri might not create a very big void as the great man with his devotion has performed his duties and i am sure the cold blooded murder will definitely leave us pondering now to deal terror with terror. We will miss you sir for the discipline you brought in our life's maybe for an hour or so...........

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