Professor's Diary

PROFESSOR’S
DIARY
For the teachers of yesterday, today and tomorrow
SUBRAMONIAN

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I dedicate this book at the lotus feet of my Divine Mother who is the
true author of this book.

Contents
Title
Copyright
Dedication
Preface
Acknowledgements
1.InSearchofSiddhas
2.ExperienceistheTrueGuru
3.InfluenceofFamilyBackground
4.AFamilywithaHistoricalBackground
5.MyVariousAvatars
6.TheJourneyContinues
7.ChangeAloneisPermanent
8.TheMetamorphosis
9.TheGlobalTeacher
10.“AMMA”themakingofthefilm
11.LifeisLikeThat
12.TheTraingoesonnoDriverbutGuard(God)

Preface
Teaching is a noble profession they say, but without remuneration, I cannot practice it nor can you.
Leaving aside the nobility part of it, talk about sincerity and punctuality; sorry, my friends, I have
come across very few teachers who are in time for their classes and complete teaching for the entire
hour in a pre planned manner and with the right preparation.
If you were to ask me why all this sudden preaching, I understand that a teacher is also a human
being, and he/she has to complete a number of routine chores at home, and I can hear you say, “…and
you do not know how much pressure I am having at home.”
Ok, let us come to the point. I asked a teacher to take up an extra hour of class as another teacher
was on leave. The answer I got was, “Sir, I am already tired after lecturing for two hours
continuously.” Well I said, “Ok friend, I will go and engage that class because as the Principal of the
college I am answerable to the management.” I can hear the voice in your mind saying, “You lazy dog,
you are sitting here in an AC room and enjoying the time surfing the internet; go and face the students,
only then will you know which monkey is up on which tree.” (With due apologies to the student
community).
I wanted to prove that a committed teacher can go in for any number of hours without a break if he
/she is determined.
I took up the challenge, and I won the National Record in India for teaching continuously for sixty
one hours and thirty five minutes (Poor students, they got caught without escape).
The greatest Indian, Dr. A.P.J.Abdul Kalam, sent me an invitation to meet him, without any request
from my side, just because of this. ‘The Hindu’, in its report, addressed me as a “Global teacher”.
Why? I took these pains, to prove that the teacher can do it, and to uplift the image and branding of the
teacher in the minds of one and all.
Coming to research, many aspiring students have approached me saying, “Sir, I want to do PhD, but
when I approached a guide he is asking for two lakhs; I do not have that much money; my father is
only a priest in a temple.”
It is very sad that real talents for research are being blocked for the sake of wealth. I heard
somebody saying “Sir, if they are having merit they could have joined IIT or IIM.” Well friends, that
is true, but all fingers are not alike and all cannot become ‘Kalams’.
Poverty should never stand in the way of education for any human being in this world.
We cannot become Abdul Kalams, but at least we can be part of some noble cause in his name by
sparing a few minutes of our precious life for the sake of poor students who need education, so that
India can be proud of you..
The pages of this Diary will throw light on my experiences as a Professor for more than 37 years.
Words are inadequate… if I am able to spark in your minds a small light, I am the winner, together
with you!

Acknowledgements
I express my gratitude to all my family members who were very supportive while writing this book.
My special thanks goes to my dear wife Rani Lakshmi Bai for all those black coffees she was
providing me throughout the night to energise me. I thank my dear daughters Janani and Aparna for
helping me to choose the right images for each chapter. I am indebted to my media designer Mithun
who was workingwith me day and night to create all the images for this book.

Sri.Kodi Swamigal, Puravipalayam
Yogi Ram Surat Kumar, Thiruvannamalai
Srila Sri Gopal Swamigal, Sinchuvadi

InSearchofSiddhas
In Hinduism, a siddha is ‘one who is accomplished’. It refers to a perfected master who has achieved
a high degree of physical as well as spiritual perfection or enlightenment. Siddha may also refer to
one who has attained a siddhi, paranormal capabilities.
In my life, I came across not one but three siddhas - the ‘Kodi Swami’ from Puravipalayam near
Pollachi, Coimbatore, the ‘Sinchuvadi Swami’ from Sinchuvadi village near Udumalpet, and ‘Yogi
Ram Surat Kumar’fromThiruvannamalai.
If you were to ask the need for their being introduced here, a teacher should know the connection
between spirituality and teaching. The role it plays and the influences on the life of any teacher, will
be clear if you get a chance to meet these purest of pure in hearts, self-less ones with no expectations
- an example of a very rare phenomenon which proves many things you may not understand, you may
not believe, and will sometimes find difficult to accept.
Let me start with “Kodi Swamigal” from Puravipalayam, Pollachi. At that time I was on deputation
with the district collectorate as a Mass Media Coordinator. One fine morning my team head said, “We
have to move to a nearby village, the District Collector is supposed to participate in a program there
and we have to videographthe event.”
We followed the collector in a jeep. During the travel one of the team mates asked, “Has any one of
you heard of Kodi Swamigal? We said, “No.” Our team mate continued, “You should be very careful
with this siddha; when one of my friends met him, he asked him for his gold watch and he had to give
it as there was no other way.” When he had finished his sentence, and we looked ahead, the
collector’s car was not there ahead of us, even though we had been following him closely. The driver
who was very thorough with the route had got confused, and he said, “I do not know what happened,
but we missed the correct route.” This happened somewhere near Puravipalayam. With much
difficulty, we arrived at the venue later on, with much delay, and attended the function.
My mind thought that perhaps the team member’s comment had been heard by the siddha, and he
had given us a warning signal.
The teacher, who wants to become a role model, and wishes to achieve something in his career,
needs to have these types of acquaintances, although they are very difficult to come across.
After returningto college service, one day I asked one of my friends who hailed froma village near
Puravipalayam about ‘Kodi Swamigal’. He said he knew of him, and added that the saint is about
three hundred years old. I am not a person who takes everything at face value. I searched and
researched and found that many of the villagers and their forefathers had seen the saint in the same
palace (Yes, in the Puravipalayam Jameendar’s Palace).
I decided that I would meet this saint, and requested one of my colleagues who was from a nearby
village to help me to meet the saint. We went there, and found that there was a long queue waiting to
see him. The queue went up slowly to the first floor. There I saw an old man sitting on a chair. (When

I made enquiries, people said it was very rare to see him getting up from the chair, and that he did not
attend to nature’s calls, nor did he take food or bath). At very first sight my mind told me that he is
different and unique. It is my practice never to touch the feet of anybody other than my father and
mother. However, I prostrated before himand touched his feet, got his blessings and left the place.
After marriage, when the birth of our first child got delayed, my wife became very much worried. I
told her, “We will go to the saint.” So we went, and on that day too there was a long queue. We stood
patiently. I told my wife to pray sincerely, and that the saint could grant our wish. We were just behind
another couple, they prostrated and the saint blessed them and they left, and in a second, we were
standing before him and prostrating. He blessed us, and within months we were blessed with our first
baby.
I used to smoke nearly five packs a day and I could not stop this habit. It was my practice to
meditate in front of the saint’s photo in my house daily every evening. One day while I was praying
the lights went off and I was in complete darkness. I prayed to the saint, “I trust in you, I want light
now, I do not know how you are going to do it, it should come, when I say ‘now’, and that too not in
the normal way, it should come as if high voltage is there (more bright luminance than normal). If it
comes I will stop smoking.” I said, “Now”, the light came on with full brightness and then slowly
became normal. I stood up, went to my room and took my cigarette pack and was about to throw it
away. My wife noticed this and asked me, “What happened?” I narrated the event to her, and she said,
“Why you are wasting the money, you just smoke that also and then throw it away!”
Ateacher, when he becomes spiritually attached, can surely come out of any of his negative habits.
Days passed. It was my practice to visit the abode of ‘Kodi Swamigal’ every Saturday. I would
start in the afternoon and used to reach Puravipalayam mostly by 6 PM in the evening. This was
because the door which leads to the first floor where the saint was seated was closed by 7 PM. I had
to change nearly four buses to reach Puravipalayam as there were no direct buses to this place.
One Saturday, due to lack of buses, it was past 7 PM when I reached Puravipalayam, and the door
leading to the saint’s room had been closed. I was upset, I prayed in my mind, “I took all efforts to
meet you and you know well it was not my mistake. I will meet you today.” I made up my mind and
sat in a corner in front of the Zamindar’s palace.
Although it was a full moon day the place looked dark to me. I was not afraid as my full
concentration was on meeting the saint. Suddenly I saw a car slowly approaching. The car stopped
before the palace gate, a lady came out from the palace and welcomed the group of people who
arrived by the car. They went inside, and I too accompanied the group knowingly or unknowingly. I
saw a cinema like set up inside the room like we see in movies - a seat for the king and two parallel
rows of seats in front of the main seat. SuddenlyI remembered that I did not belong to this group.
I came outside and nobody noticed me. I just looked at the door which led to the first floor. The
doors were open. I do not know what happened after that; the next moment I was just standing before
the saint. In the place where he was sitting, I could see only a light at which I simply could not look
at. It was so bright and powerful. I prostrated and apologised in my mind for entering the room
without the permission of the saint.

When I was coming down the stairs thereafter, the group which had come earlier was coming up.
The lady who had welcomed the group asked me, “You?” My answer was, “I am a professor, a
devotee of the saint.” They never questioned me and let me off. The identity as a teacher and being a
teacher often saves you in times of need.
Now I noticed that the whole place was suddenly very dark, and naturally I was a little afraid. I
prayed to the saint, “Oh saint, it is so dark here, show me the way.” The next minute I saw that
somebody was behind me showing a torch light to guide me. I turned back and found a small boy who
was lighting the way for me. I did not ask him anything; the only thing I remember is that he was with
me up to the Bus stand where there were plenty of street lights.
While I was waiting for the bus, I said in my mind, “If you can show me the way up to the bus
stand, why can’t you accompany me up to my house?” The bus arrived and I occupied my seat. The
person who was sitting beside me asked “Sir, where are you going?” In reply I asked him where he
was from, and he replied that he was from the palace and was going to the same place where I had to
go. I was a little shocked but never showed it outside.
I reached my place. It was a full moon day. I had to walk a little way to reach my house. On the
way, on my left side I saw a very divine looking snake with the full moon shedding light on it as if it
is blessing me and guarding me.
Every spiritual event in your life makes you more fit enoughto be a good teacher.
‘Sinchuvadi Swami’the saint from the village Sinchuvadi in Udumalpet gave me a better direction
in my career and life. At that time I was sufferinga lot financially, so much so that truly I was not able
to make both ends meet. My family expenses were shooting up. Although my wife was a government
employee, I made it a point not to take her salary for household or any other expenses, as I considered
it as her own hard earned money and I should not accept it at any point of time. (When she got her first
salary after our marriage she was about to hand over her full salary to me, but I told her you keep this
for your expenses as you earned it). I got married while I was a National Service Scheme Program
Officer so I told my wife’s family that I would not accept anything whether it is in money or in kind
and that I would bear all the expenses of the marriage. (In fact I had to sell my only house in Kerala
which I had built out of my savings for the marriage expenses).
One day while talking with one of my friends he told me that I should meet Sinchuvadi swami. I
asked, “Why?” He said that he had once gone with his friends to meet him, and at that time the swami
was picking up some broken bangle pieces from the road and collecting them very seriously. His
friends made fun of the swami and passed some comments. The next minute what they saw was the
face of the swami as a vishwa roopa (face alone as a big image). Now you understand what is what,
they left the place immediately.
I decided in my mind that I have to meet him. I took the help of one of my students who hailed from
that village and went with him to meet the swami. The saint was inside a Perumal (Vishnu) temple
and the door remained closed. He was inside the temple seeing us through the grill gate, and he
shouted at us, “Go away, do not come here.” But I did not go away, and sat there deciding that I would
not go until he opened the gate. Time tick ticked away and at last he opened the gate. We went inside

but he went outside. I was waiting patiently when he came back, sat in a corner and started talking to
somebody as if he were talking through a mobile, “…oh is it so, ok and…” like that. I could not
understand anything but my mind told me that he was talking to somebody whom you cannot see,
perhaps to the Divine.
He simply ignored us and never asked us anything. Sitting before him for some time praying, I left
the place. After that whenever I got time I used to go to him and he became familiar with me and
started saying, “he is digging and digging and continuously digging.” I did not understand the meaning
of this at that time, but later I understood that he meant that I would become a researcher and do
knowledge mining and keep myself engaged in search and research of knowledge.
At another time he called me by name and said ‘education’. (I understood later that although I had
wasted a lot of money and time on starting different kinds of businesses and lost money, he wanted to
tell me that I would shine only in the field of education). I was really shocked when he told me one
day, “the train goes on no driver only guard (god).” Whenever I met him after that he would ask me,
“You did not understand the meaning of what I said” (for the meaning of which, even today I am
searching).
He guided this teacher towards the right path; perhaps in some corner of the world some saint will
be waiting for you, who knows? Therefore search and research until you find him.
I used to discuss spirituality with my wife most of the days and one evening my wife asked me, “Do
you know this saint from Thiruvannamalai, Yogi Ram Surat Kumar?” I said, “No.” “On seeing the
photo of the saint my inner self told me you should meet him.”
I take decisions very fast in spiritual matters. I told my wife, “Ok, we will go and meet him and get
his blessings!”
With our children being very young, we found it very difficult to board the town buses which were
always full. Somehow we reached Thiruvannamalai, and as we had enough time we went to the
Ashram of Bhagavan Ramana and sat there silently for some time. I have never felt so much divine
bliss anywhere.
I understood why religion and education are closely linked. I learned an example of patience there.
I came to understand that Bhagavan was in penance in a cave and worms penetrated his skin, but he
sat still as he was not in this world but in a divine world.
Time came to meet the great Yogi Ram Surat Kumar who used to say, “I am not a good teacher, I do
smoke and I cannot stop this.” How many of the saints in mother India or elsewhere can admit this so
frankly?
I was in the queue when I saw the Yogi sitting as an example of simplicity, seriously reading a
book; he was not bothered about who was standing there or why they were standingthere.
I remembered what some of my friends from the police department had told me about him. In the
beginning the Yogi used to be on the streets. It was his habit to grab food from the vendors and run
away. The vendors got annoyed and they went and complained to the local police who sent a van full
of policemen to catch the Yogi. Seeing the police after him he ran with the police following him
closely. Suddenly he stopped and lo, what the people saw was a lion standing in front of them. They

immediately left the place and reported this to their superiors and soon an abode was made for him.
As in banks there is a KYC (Know Your Customer), I had a habit of KYS (Know Your Saint). My
research about him revealed that he was a professor in Philosophy from Banaras Hindu University. It
was my wish to sing in his ashram, but I was very shy to ask permission for this, fearing that they
would refuse. After the Yogi attained Samadhi, I went to the ashram, sat before his statue and started
singing about him. People there tried to stop me but one lady who was in charge of the ashram, told
them not to disturb me.

Life Experiences are our True Guru
In search of the inner-self

ExperienceistheTrueGuru
Patience and tolerance are the two key factors which make a successful teacher. You should be very
patient and tolerant with your students. Most of the students are very active and when they become
more active they will become more restless. The punishments you give to a student should indicate
that ‘I do not like what you did’, rather than, ‘You did it’.
Eye contact is something very important to maintain discipline in a class. You have to face the
students by lookinginto their eyes. (Please do not stare). It should be like that you start fromone point
of the class room and end at another point. It is not so simple, you have to practice a lot and do
homework. I used to sit before a mirror and look at my own eyes every day for at least ten minutes.
During this period I would give suggestions to my mind, “I am confident.” You should have such
positive messages for the mind. The result will be simply marvellous when also supplemented by
simple mediation techniques. When I am in a class, if any student misbehaves, I will simply look at
him stopping the class for a second; there will be abrupt silence in the class and all the other students
will be looking at the particular student. Next I will just turn my face off towards the door, and he
understands and will go out of the class but he will stand near the door. He will keep standing there,
and after 10 minutes I will go to him and ask, “Do you feel for what you have done?” He will
immediately accept his fault and then I will say, “Please get in” This is very important, the use of
‘Please’.
You have to recognise and respect the feelings of each individual irrespective of their age. There is
a joke about one professor in our college who is a language teacher and is not so familiar with the use
of English. One day one boy did some mischief in his class. He immediately shouted at him, “Get
out.” The boy went out murmuring but he did not leave the premises. He was standing near the door
for some time, and the professor’s heart melted. He felt very uncomfortable and he said to himself,
“What I have done? I asked him to go out of the class, and now that boy feels sad and I too feel for it.
I will ask him to get in.” But the words “Get in” would not come to his mind or he did not remember
it at that point of time. He just went outside the room and said, “Get out”, pointing his hand towards
the class room, and the boy went into the class roomhappily.
Teachers are students always as they have to learn each day to keep themselves updated. It is
interesting to find that sometimes our own students give us some new information. We have to accept
it and appreciate them for sharing such information. I also found that sometimes students correct us by
looking into the black board and saying, “Sir/Ma’amthere is a mistake in the spelling.” We should not
get annoyed but again accept and appreciate their efforts as not all students dare to do this as they are
sort of shy or afraid to point out these errors.
The students should be provided with information outside the text book but relevant to their study in
an interesting manner. For example, in one of my management classes I observed that my students
were sitting breathless and concentrating when I shared an information about the “X Brand” tooth

paste. Showing them the carton I asked them, “Do you know at which place this is manufactured?”
They gave different answers starting from Mumbai, Chennai and so on.
I showed them the carton of the tooth paste and the place of the manufacture was the place in which
they were living. I came to know this by keen sense of observation. When I use a tooth paste, I do not
simply using the tooth paste; I used to observe details such as its manufacturing date, place and so on
out of curiosity. This is a quality a teacher should develop to impress the students. You may ask why I
should impress them. Simple, to extract respect for your knowledge.
You have to also read the latest subject related magazines and journals so that you can mix it in
your lecture class not in detail but in excerpts which the students will enjoy a lot. In fact it is not the
text book information which is prepared three years ago, but the current information you share that
attracts them.
For those students who are not so good in English, I used to recommend reading cartoon story
books, which I found useful in improving their vocabulary and also their spoken English. (In fact I
improved my English using this technique).
Teachers have to think about the need for evaluating the knowledge rather than the memory of
students. It is very pathetic to observe that till day we are following up the very old traditional
memory test for testing the knowledge of the students.
The evaluation system in the higher education level is done in such a way that you have to evaluate
a certain number of answer scripts in a day. I hope we are not in a manufacturing process that certain
number of products are to be manufactured within a day. Even in manufacturing some sort of quality
tests/standards are maintained.
There is a system of continuous assessment in higher education for which each university
prescribes its own thumb rules. For example some universities follow the norm of twenty five marks
for internal assessment out of hundred marks. Is there a system to monitor this, and who supervises
this? Has the student got any role to be played in this? Is he given a chance to improve himself? Is
there any grievance redressal system? If you go in depth only this??? will be left as your final answer.
Our country is never in short of eminent academicians but they are all very busy in elevating their
qualifications and the number of their research papers. Why do we hesitate to come out of this
traditional system of evaluation? Is it because we lose our remuneration for answer scripts
evaluation? Then it is the right time to think about the future and career of your own children.
Because, they too stand a chance of becoming just personalities with good memories, and not with
good knowledge.
Money is the vitamin M for livelihood but not at the cost of the career and future of the students of
mother India. Teachers, think twice before you carry out your evaluations and assessments, because
the tomorrow of the youth of this country is spread out before you in the answer scripts you are going
to evaluate.
Be a true teacher; evaluate the answer scripts thinking that you are evaluating the answer script of
your own children.
Ateacher is a student always as he has to learn every day to keep him up to date otherwise he will

become something similar to an outdated machine or software. How we will keep ourselves updated
in this fast changing world? The key factor here is the student himself. Nowadays he has access to the
latest information. You cannot restrict the flow of knowledge. My findings are that internet is the
major source of information for students of this day. Although they use it for accessing many types of
social media, they also come across a variety of useful information and they record this in their
minds. This pops out when the teacher discusses something relevant to this in the normal lecture
class, sometimes placing you in a difficult position.
I remember in the year 2004 when I was undergoing a special training in University Grants
Commission in E-Learning. (I was one among the two professors selected from the state of Tamilnadu
in the first and final batch). I found that many of the professors who had come there for the training
representing different states were sitting idle before their computers, as they were not aware of how
to start their computers. I do not blame them; what our trainers should have done first was to give
them not training in E-Learning, but to teach them the basics of the computer. The professors were
selected on the basis of a project submitted, without enquiring into their basic knowledge in
computers. Afew of us trained the other professors daily in handling the computers effortlessly. I was
lucky enough to be with one of the mathematics professors from Kerala who was the first one sent to
UK to learn the intricacies of the computer, and he brought one of the first generation computers to
India, purchasing it out of his savings to educate his students. Even today students flock in large
number to his house to see this first generation computer as a historical piece. (I have also worked on
this computer; in those days, after switching on the computer we used to go to the nearby tea shop to
have a tea and by the time we return the computer would be ready for work). Today we are not
satisfied even with the latest platforms; we want speed and more speed. The moment the computer
hangs, the world comes to a standstill for us (we will tolerate anythingexcept this in our life).
I do remember that in the year 2000, while I was working in the Maldives, the one thing I was
afraid of was computers. I had made up my mind that I would never go near a computer. I used to
request my fellow teachers to help me with computer related work. (Ironically, I later achieved the
Guinness World Record in Online Teaching for teaching 1934 students from 16 countries worldwide
using a computer only). As teachers we should keep ourselves updated each day, each minute, each
second, otherwise you will get outdated and you will lose the respect the students give you. I am
happy when my students get up and greet me when I enter a class only if my knowledge level is
maintained at a higher level than that of my students.
Many people are very much interested in obtaining a “Dr” title before their name. It is a craze for
many corporate heads and even others as well. Many corporate heads who have approached me have
told me how they were cheated by many study centres, because many of such universities represented
by study centres vanished into thin air with the passage of time due to varied reasons. The main
reason for this is that private universities give the role of marketing to private individuals who pay
heavy amount for obtaining the national rights of marketing. These people, for the sake of making
money, act without any ethics as they are only worried about multiplyingtheir profits.
What really happens is that sometimes they go to the extent of printing certificates and selling them

without the knowledge of the concerned university. One fine morning when the cat is out of the bag,
the UGC declares that all the degrees issued by the particular university are not valid. Some innocent
scholars think that they have already completed their degrees, and so that is not applicable for them;
no friend, it is not like that - degrees are not valid means none of the degrees issued from the very
beginning are not valid. In simple words you have lost your money, time and energy.
One thing people do not realise is that research education is something of a high order and level.
Only people with the right qualification and right experience can guide you towards the right path.
Please understand that if you pursue a research degree through a study centre of any university, it is
not valid, as UGC has already stated and announced this in their notifications.
You have to acquire your research degree only through a Private/Deemed/Government
University/Approved Research institution, and the mode of study should be part time or regular.
Experience makes a teacher perfect. I have observed students remaining in pin drop silence when
my classes are going on; it is not because I am a strict disciplinarian, it is only because they love
classes which are informative.
I remember while I was working in a college in Kerala, one day while taking the class I just looked
out casually and found that in a particular class students were standing crowded. Out of curiosity,
after my class was over, (that other class continued even after the interval bell) I went near the class
and noticed that the teacher was engaged in narrating in an interesting manner a story in the text book.
He was a language teacher. When I enquired with my fellow teachers I came to understand that
students from other classes also attend this class even at the cost of absenting themselves from their
own classes, as this teacher’s classes were so interesting. Such is the student psychology which is
quite unpredictable, and which you can learn only with the passage of time.
While I was working in a women’s college, one day our principal took leave and put me in charge
of the college. It was the habit of some students those days (and even today), to cut their afternoon
classes and to go for a new movie. Everything went so smooth except in the afternoon, when I found
that most of the students were absent. On enquiry, I found that they had gone for a movie absenting
themselves from the classes. Fortunately or unfortunately, an order was received at that time from the
district authorities to let off all classes due to some official reasons.
I did not waste any time. I discussed with my fellow teachers and decided to go for the same movie
for which the students had gone. I went with all of our teachers (tickets sponsored by me). We took
tickets for the higher class so that we would be sitting behind the students without their knowledge.
All went well till the interval when lights were switched on and one of students who was sitting in
the front row just turned back and scream aloud in the shock of seeing all the teachers together in the
theatre. We never asked anything; I did not want to be a spoil sport. Next day when the same students
came to the college none of us asked them anything. They were really shocked to see our NO
REACTION but RESPONSE.
Teachers are not just teachers nowadays - they are Government/Aided/Private college/school
teachers. The position of Guru is very important in shaping the future of any student. But why are there
these variations in status? Today one of my friends, a very learned and experienced scholar, had a

discussion with me. We discussed for a long time about the present scenario in the field of education
and how to make changes in it. A teacher is always a student because being a teacher places him in a
very important position. He has to learn every day to keep updated to impart the latest knowledge to
the students. The teacher should realise the role that he is playing and the duration for which the
impact will remain in the hearts of the students.
The teacher should keep the students engaged for the full hour of his allocated time. You may
wonder how this is possible. This is possible only by prior planning. When I am going to a class, I
plan in such a way that I lecture for thirty minutes and for another thirty minutes I will share the notes.
I used to plan in advance, that these are the topics I am going to cover, this is the new knowledge in
the subject area I am going to share. Teachers who engage their students in this way will remain in the
hearts of the students for ever.
Once I was visiting an educational exhibition sponsored by a leading newspaper. While I was
taking my rounds, one gentleman (he was the Professor of a very leading college in Coimbatore,
admission to which is only a dream for many of the students) stopped me. In fact I did not know who
he was, but he introduced me to his faculty saying, “Do you know who he is, a teacher who will never
refuse to go for any number of classes, if asked he will handle any subject at short notice.” This gave
me plenty of strength in the future when I was a teacher in many other colleges. Actually I never knew
till then that this is another quality others expect in a teacher.

InfluenceofFamilyBackground
Teachers, teaching is a profession you should be proud of and not a profession to enjoy more
vacations! (Sorry to say this but once I asked a teacher aspirant why he preferred teaching, and his
answer was, “Sir, there are more number of holidays in the teaching profession than in any other
profession).”
Nowadays it has become a practice in educational institutions to invite people who are in higher
positions or one among their students who have come to a higher position to address the students on
special occasion. The mind of a student is such that he is very open and accepts the principles,
concepts and theories propagated by these orators without thinking in depth about the truth of these
theories, for the reason that they are quite innocent.
Today morning my daughter (Aparna) asked me, “Daddy all my classmates are talking about
‘Cockroach Theory’. What is it daddy?” Actually I wanted to tell her, “Dear Daughter, the only
‘Cockroach Theory’ I know is what your mummy does when she gets irritated with these pests.” I
know she will not be satisfied with my answer so I started ‘Googling’. I searched and researched and
at last I found that one gentleman who has become the head of a leading international IT company,
who is an Indian, has propagated this theory among students, while addressing them as a former
student of his college and the chief guest at a function.
This theory he introduced because he just wanted to explain the difference between ‘React’ and
‘Respond’, but I still feel that he could have found another good example as an Indian. Our great epics
such as ‘Ramayana’, ‘Mahabharatha’and ‘Bhagavad Gita’ are never short of any such examples for
this, and also there are no copyrights. He could have very well opted to quote from any of these.
(Perhaps it is that the gentleman concerned might not have got time to go throughthese epics due to his
24 x 7 work schedule).
According to his theory, if a cockroach lands on your shoulder, and if you panic, it is “React”,
while if you boldly take it by hand and throw it off it is “Respond”. It looks very childish to me
especially when it comes from a young man who has reached greater heights through constant hard
work, talent and sincerity. My question to him is what if it is a snake in the place of a cockroach -
what will you do? Panic and run, or will you take it by hand and throw it away. So it all depends
upon the particular situation and common sense, and not something that can be applied as a scientific
or management theory. My daughter was waiting to hear from me, and I told her, “My Daughter, do not
worry much about these theories, concepts and principles, as one day you may develop a ‘Frog
Theory’, who knows.” When I looked out of the window I saw a frog jumping and playing happily in
the garden without worrying about these man-developed ‘theories’.
From cockroach theory my mind made a journey in time to the question, why was I so spiritual?
These thoughts led me to my family roots. I was born in Kollam, a small town surrounded by the sea
on three sides, in the state of Kerala. At the time of my birth, when my mother (Govindammal) felt the

labour pain, unfortunately no one else was in the house. She was crying in pain and at that time she
saw a Brahmin priest standing near the door. The priest gave her some bhasma and asked my mother
to consume it. The next moment the priest disappeared and my elder sister (Santha) came rushing in,
and she called for the midwife. The midwife carried out her duty and my mother gave birth to twins -
one male and one female.
The female died after sometime and I survived (may be applying the theory of “survival of the
fittest”).
My father (Shanmugham) was a photographer - the first photographer in Kerala. He learned
photography from a British photographer in Sri Lanka. He was also a student of the School of Arts,
Trivandrum. He maintained the family with the income from his studio. We were eight in the family -
four males and four females, and I was the youngest of them. My schooling went on quite normally in
a nearby government school. My father was a good motivator; he used to present me with some
handicraft dolls immediately after my examinations. Later I came to know that these handicrafts were
made by a poor handicapped craftsman, and my father really wanted to help him and that was the
source of the gifts I got.
He was a very hard worker and a multitalented person - he was a clay model maker, artist,
photographer, mason, carpenter and electrician. He was very particular that all his sons should learn
this from him as this would come in handy in times of necessity in any household. This helped a lot in
the later stages of my life when I found it difficult to get an electrician or mason to carry out some
minor repairs in my house, as I was already trained for this.
He was a very loving father; the only problem with him was that he was not so sociable with
everybody in the house. He used to go to his studio (ShanmughamStudio) in the morning, and used to
return in the late evenings. We did not get much chance to interact with him.
For high school studies I was put in an Anglo Indian school (St. Aloysius) fifteen kilometres away
from my home. At first I did not like this idea but as there was no other go I had to accept this. Every
morning my father used to give me pocket money for going to the school by bus. But I saved this
money and purchased the then popular cartoon story books ‘Mandrake’and ‘Phantom’. Reading these
books helped me to improve my English. I scored good marks in English even though I was an
average student in other subjects.
My father knew that I used to go walking to school, but he never questioned me. On my way to
school I would see a few of the students of our school passing me by very fast in their cars. I never
felt any desire or wish to go one day in a car like them. Whenever my father found that I was scoring
poor marks he never shouted at me or got angry with me; instead he arranged tuition masters and tried
to coach me to get better marks.
Navaratri (Golu) was celebrated in my house every year for which all our family members used to
assemble without fail. We would invite the public for the Poojas in the evenings, and there would be
a heavy crowd in our house. The most important part I loved in this festival was not the dolls
beautifully arranged on the nine steps, but the different types of eatables my mother would make. Each
day there would be a different item, and it would go on thus, until the ninth day, when there would be

nine items.
I would also actively take part in the festival by making clay models under the supervision of my
father, and would try to impress the visitors.
Years passed… the curtain slowly fell down on my school life, and the curtain of my college
admission rose. Most of the students in Kerala those days wore dhotis to college, and some wore
pants. But I did not like both. I persuaded my father and went in half trousers for admission. As my
father was very popular in the town, the principal who was a priest immediately granted me
admission. (The principal did not know that there was a small hole in my half trousers and that I was
hiding it with my right hand).
The college life began, and once again I had to walk to the college for kilometres because there
were no direct buses. The atmosphere of college was entirely new to me. I avoided talking to my
class mates as I felt very shy. I took commerce as my major subject (under pressure from my family)
at the pre-degree level. The syllabus there was a subject “General Education” which consisted of
Physics, Chemistry and Biology. The students hated this subject for reasons known only to them. They
would create all sorts of nuisance, that a teacher had to be put on duty for observation while the
classes were going on.
In the English classes there were about more than a hundred students in a single class, so that we
the back benchers found it very convenient to escape classes after giving attendance through the side
doors when the teacher was not observing.
When the General Education Examination came up, I discussed with my brother and somehow
arranged an additional sheet and drew a diagram of a frog and took it to the examination hall. I had
never done this earlier, and as a first timer, in fear I pinned both the sheets, the one I took for copying
and the original also. When the results came I got zero marks, meaning that I did not get marks even
for the correct answers I had written. I never repeated this after that for any other exams. The teachers
never called me or questioned me on this.
I completed the pre-degree level, and joined for Bachelor of Commerce course; but I did not know
the basics of accounting and suffered a lot, but I never told anybody else. In the second year we had a
compulsory subject ‘Hindi’. I never attended this class and was always bunking. Examinations came
around, and I was very much afraid; I prayed sincerely to God to please save me. My intuition told
me that every ten years the University repeated the same questions. I verified some other questions;
yes, I was right. As my brother had also studied the same course, I made a thorough search of the
whole house and got hold of the question paper, and with this preparation went for the examination.
To my surprise all the questions were fromthe old question paper. (Thanks to the traditional system of
questionpaper setting).
While I was studying for my Bachelor Degree, I got attracted towards the teaching profession.
Anybody and everybody cannot become a good teacher unless you love this profession that much. I
chose this profession at the age of twenty, because I needed to support myself. Although my father
was a well-known photographer in the town and was earning pretty well, I felt it very delicate to ask
him for money. He was prepared to support me, but I did not want to disturb him for anything. I

preferred to buy my dresses with my own money. I started with two or three students for private
coaching and day by day it increased to fifteen. I was earning nearly Rs.2000 in the year 1975;
ironically my first salary as a lecturer was only Rs.350 in the year 1978.
As our family had got a good reputation in the town the public felt it very safe to send their wards
to me. This was my practice ground. I tested all methodologies to make students understand difficult
subjects; however they were very weak. For example if it was a novel, I would first tell the story,
then I would tell them who were the important characters in the novel, and what were the important
events in the novel. That was more than enough for them to score high marks in their English Paper
two.
Patience - that was the mantra within me. I was never aggressive with weak students. I was trying
to find out why they were weak. Mostly they had made up their minds that this was a tough subject
and that they do not want to study it. They had also recorded in their minds that they would never
score in this subject. A thorough brain wash is what was needed, recording in their mind that they
were wrong and that they could score high marks if they put in a little effort. I appreciated their efforts
even for a slight increase in their scores, and this made a magical effect on their score cards.
I remember a time when my daughter (Aparna), was in class five. My wife used to beat her all the
way up to the school as she refused to go to school; what I used to do at that time is to tell my
daughter that if you go to school, I will buy a lovely bird for you. At this she would immediately
agree, and would run to the school. By evening before she returned, I would buy the bird and keep it
in a cage to show her. (However we used to set it free later after convincingher, for which she would
happily agree).
Whatever promises you make to children, you have to keep them, otherwise it will leave an
unforgettable mark on their minds.
When you are in a noble profession, you will have to face many tests; that is because God will test
you to find that whether you are fit for that mission.
It was my habit while working as the principal of a college to send teachers on rounds during the
lunch break, not to check for disciplinary issues, but to find out whether there are any students who
are sitting and starving because they have not brought lunch or they do not have money. If the teachers
find any such students they had to report that to me, and I would ask the teacher to take the student to
the canteen and buy him food on my account.
Only if you have known the pain of starvation, will you know and understand what it is like. God
gave me a chance to experience it years back. One day during my study days before the examination, I
was alone in my house in Kerala. All my family members had gone out for a marriage. They left in the
early morning hours, telling me that they would be back within an hour. I was preparing for the
examination walking here and there. It was my habit to study in the shade of a mango tree in our
house. Hours passed. First I felt the feeling that I am hungry, then I was very hungry, then there was a
pain in my lower abdomen as if somebody was inside my stomach and stretching and pulling the
intestines inside. I was about to cry but controlled myself. Then I wished that if at least a mango were
thereon the tree, then I could have it.

I looked up everywhere and I could see only dark green leaves everywhere. I was very much
disappointed. With confidence I searched again hoping and praying in my mind asking the mango tree
“Oh, Mother, I am very hungryplease give me something”. Now I could see a golden yellow coloured
mango hidden behind the leaves atop. Yes, it was a fully ripe mango fruit with gold, yellow and red
colour shades in it. The next minute the mango came down straight. You cannot believe it, or you may
say it was a coincidence. For me it was an experience to learn what and how starving is.
On my birth day I would ask my staff before I take my lunch, “Please go to that temple near the tank;
one old lady is sitting there and she is very hungry.” With minds full of doubts, my staff would go to
the spot and the very next moment I will receive a call frommy staff saying, “Sir, the lady is there and
she asked, ‘Is it sir who sent you?’I do not know that lady in reality, but how does she knows me?
How do I know that the lady is sitting there hungry? You may once again say that it is a coincidence or
just intuition, but still these incidents are questionmarks in my life.
Donating food for a hungry, needy person is the best donation you can ever do – much greater than
giving away thousands of rupees!

AFamilywithaHistoricalBackground
Family background plays a great role in the career and life of a teacher. My mother was born in a
family that lived in the same street in Ettaiyapuram where the Great poet Bharathiar lived. After
reading his books I used to ask my mother whether it was true that the poet used to feed the sparrows
from the rice kept at home for cooking; her answer was, “Yes, I have seen him doing it several times.”
My grandfather was a court employee who had to perform the duty of issuing court orders for
confiscation of property. After doing this he would cry the whole night saying, “They are poor, they
do not have anything, and I issued the orders to them, God will never forgive me.”
My paternal grandmother used to give discourses in the Ramayana and the Mahabharatha. My
paternal grandfather was a head constable with the British police. (Perhaps it was this affinity to the
British that attracted my father to go with a British gentleman to learn photography in Sri Lanka, and
to later introduce it in the state of Kerala).
My mother used to tell us our family stories in the late evenings. One of these was about a man of
our family who went into the deep forest with one of his friends in search of a sheep which he had
lost. (My forefathers were shepherds).
When this man and his friend went inside the forest they saw a saint in meditation. Seeing the saint
in such a place they were very much afraid and they simply sat before him in prayer. The saint opened
his eyes and asked them, “What you want?” They did not know what to ask or what to say. The saint
took a bundle of palm leaves from the air and said, “Only you can read this. Use it for a good
purpose!”
They returned home, and kept the bundle in the corner of a room in the house. (This house is still
there at Nagercoil, as a memory for us, and whenever I entered the room where the palm leaves were
kept once upon a time, I used to feel that there is something very different in the atmosphere there).
Their daily chores made my ancestor and others forget all about this. One day our man all of a sudden
remembered the palm leaves and started reading them. He understood that they are very powerful
mantras.
This gentleman, who thus acquired magical powers, started using them. His start up was with the
children who love magic a lot. He used to ask them to sit on a carpet (a magic carpet), and would ask
them to close their eyes, and then take them to nearby villages where there were festivals. He made
sure all the time that the children were safe. After the festival within no time he used to reach home
safely with the children.
It was the practice at that time to sacrifice goats in a nearby temple, but the then king put a ban on it.
The villagers were very tense because they thought that they cannot please their goddess without the
sacrifice.
The village head accompanied by the villagers approached this gentleman and requested for help,
as guards of the then king had surrounded the temple to stop the sacrifice at any cost. Our gentle man

went to the temple carrying a small stick, and started touching the guards. Within no time all the
guards were standing still. He gave a sign to the villagers to go ahead with the sacrifice. Everything
was completed but how to wake up the guards who were standing in deep sleep. They looked at the
gentleman, and he once again touched all the guards, and all of them were back to life immediately.
The guards requested the villagers not to talk about this to anybody else as the king would get
annoyed if he came to know about this.
On another occasion while our gentleman was in his role as a shepherd, the king of Travancore
came by that way. It was late evening. At that time the king had some enemies. The king was
travelling in a palanquin carried by bearers, and one of the bearers sprained his foot forcing them to
set the palanquin down on the ground. The king became worried and asked the soldiers accompanying
him to look for help. The soldiers found our gentleman who was seriously engaged in looking after
his flock.
The soldiers took the gentleman with them and presented him before his majesty. The king asked,
“Do you know anyone else nearby who can help in treating the sprain of this bearer?” His reply was,
“Which one is he?” The guards pointed at the bearer who had the sprain. It took only less than a
minute for our gentleman to cure the bearer with just a touch of his stick.
The king was very happy, and asked, “What you want?” He pointed his stick at an area of the
ground and said, “I need all this area.” The king happily agreed to this and asked him to visit the
palace the next day to accept his reward. Later on our gentleman donated all these lands to a nearby
temple. (A few months ago this year, I got a chance to meet the present Princess of Travancore and
shared this story with her. Her response was, “It is our good fortune that the stick was a small one.”)
As for the palm leaves, the gentleman requested his kith and kin:
“Do not use these as they are meant only for my use.”
After the demise of the gentleman the villagers did not know what to do with the palm leaves. They
tried to burn them, but nothing happened. Again they threw them away in the nearby sea at
KanyaKumari, but the bundle came back very safely. They then consulted some saints of the day and
came to the conclusion that they should be kept in a secret place buried under the ground, and a
Samadhi should be built over that area. (We the family members do not know where they are kept, and
we are never worried about this also, as we know very well the consequences of going in search of
them).
In my dreams when I was young, I used to fly out of my body and return to the body later. The
dream as such was that when everybody was there with me I would show off before them that I can
fly, and at that time even I felt that my body is slowly levitating and going up. I did not understand the
meaning of this for a very long time. (Later when I used to fly frequently for official purposes, I found
a connection between my dream and my flight experiences and came to the conclusion that this is why
I had this type of dream).
In class I used to sit on the back benches as the teachers found that with my height I would be
blocking the black board if I were to sit in the front. I was only an average student. Whenever I saw
an aeroplane up in the sky I never dreamt that one day I would be flying too in one of them.

In college too, I used to go walking to attend my classes. Only when I joined for Post-Graduation
did I get a cycle which my brother had been using. When I became a lecturer my brother gifted me a
bike. I used only bikes until I became a Principal. Once I became a principal I used to go by a rented
car. Later on I purchased a used car and then my own new car.
But I never felt any difference between going walk and going by car, because it never made any
difference to me, as by walking, using a cycle, bike or car you cannot make time travel - you can only
travel the distance.
Later on in my life I used to fly frequently for official or personal purposes. I never felt any
difference because I know well that I am only travelling the distance. There is no difference in the
happiness or the travelling experience.
Once when I met one of my relatives who was highly attached to spirituality, I asked him, “If at all
God appears before me, what shall I ask?” His answer is recorded even today in my mind. He said,
“You can ask for ashtama siddhi” meaning eight kinds of boons, namely:
Anima (shrinking) — Power of becoming the size of an atom and entering the smallest of beings.
Mahima (illimitability) — Power of becoming mighty and co-extensive with the universe. The
power of increasing one’s size without limit.
Lagima (lightness) — Capacity to be quite light thoughbig in size.
Garima (weight) — Capacity to weigh heavy, though seemingly small in size.
Prapthi (fulfilment of desires) — Capacity to enter all the worlds from Brahma Loka to the nether
world. It is the power of attaining everything desired.
Prakasysm (irresistible will) — Power of disembodying and entering into other bodies
(metempsychosis) and going to heaven and enjoying what everyone aspires for, simply from the spot
where he stays.
Isithavam (supremacy) — Have the creative power of God and control over the Sun, the moon and
the elements and
Vasithavam (dominion over the elements) — Power of control over King and Gods. The power of
changing the course of nature and assuming any form.
He continued, “But never ask for all these, but ask only for a mind without any thoughts, because
that is the most precious one.”
I hope that you might have understood - while I walked, I never wished to go on a cycle; when I got
a cycle, I never wished for a bike; when I got a bike, I never wished for a car. This means that I was
in a thought-less stage that I never wished for anything - but God gave me all that I deserved. (I can
hear you saying that without desire how can one live in this world). Who says that you should not
have desires? You can very well have a desire to help others who are in need. Think about helping
others and the Supreme will think about helping you!
As my father was in the profession of photography I got interested in film making at the age of 20
while studying for the undergraduate course. We students as a team prepared a wonderful script for a
short film with a theme which intended to spread awareness of the problems arising from the use of
drugs by youth. (The Gap).

We decided that we must take leave from our classes to make this film, but we needed the
permission of the principal of the college for this. I met the principal and he said, “I want to see the
script”, to which we readily agreed and submitted the same. The next day the principal called me and
said, “You must bring a consent letter from your father.” I never expected this, but I could not express
anything to him because he was very strict.
That evening I informed my father about this, and to my surprise he appreciated my efforts in this
new endeavour, and also advised me that it should not affect my studies. The next day I was standing
before the principal with a feeling that I have achieved something very great in my life. (I never felt
anything very special when I created my first Guinness World Record because I strongly believed that
I was only a tool, and that God himself is the real achiever).The principal looked through the letter
and said, “Ok, you can go ahead.”
He also allowed nearly thirty days leave with attendance for our entire team. We started the shoot
and were about to complete it. I realised at this time that the funds with me were not sufficient. I was
funding the project with the money I earned through my private coaching, and believing the promise
given to me by the script writer who was one of my junior students that he would support me
financially. All on a sudden he told me that his uncle who was to support the project was no longer
interested in this, and so he was unable to help. I was upset but was determined to complete the
project. I took out all my savings and spent the money for the completion of the project. (I am happy
that all my team members of that time are now number one film directors who are doing films with
super stars in Kerala).
The film was screened in our college auditorium, and the Media wrote about me addressing me as
the first student film producer/director in Kerala. The college declared a day’s holiday for honouring
me and my team members. The saddest part was that I could not keep the promise I have given to my
dad, as I scored only poor marks for the degree. Later on this led to denial of admission for my post
graduate studies, but I kept trying, and the very next year I got admission for post-graduation and
achieved also the university rank. (While I was in my PG class one day the principal called me and
said, “You are unanimouslyelected as the Film Club representative fromthe entire PG section.” What
I was thinking was that I had never submitted any candidature for the post, then how it that I had got
elected is. I knew the number of sections and the number of students in the whole college, but I did not
know them personally. What had happened was that although there was a gap of one year in my
studies, my juniors had not forgotten me; they planned it and they had done it to honour me for my
successful project. I was not aware that they loved me so much).
These incidents gave me plenty of strength in my later life in all my endeavours in whatever role I
have acted. The role of the teacher is of a guide, friend and role model. It is very important that the
teacher should create an everlasting image in the minds of students.

MyVariousAvatars
I remember how when our principal (Father Rozario) came to our post graduate classes, even though
he had got a lot of administrative work, he would make sure that he prepared well before coming to
the class, so as to impart knowledge to us in the best possible way.
The way in which he taught us, even today refuses to leave my mind. When I became a principal, I
searched for my Guru, and found him in the corner of a very cold room where water was dripping
from the ceiling. I touched his feet and asked him, “Do you remember me, Father?” His reply was
instant, and calling me by name. Amazing memory. I asked him, “Did you ever think that I would
become a Principal?” (I was only an average student; I remember when I was a graduate student I had
scored very poor marks because of my attention getting diverted to films, and running after the
production of the short film which was the first film produced by students in Kerala. “The Gap”
produced in the year 1975, told the story of a youth who was addicted to drugs and ultimately ended
his life. Our principal had taken special efforts in providing me admission for post-graduation by
going to the universityand getting an extra seat sanctioned).
When I failed in a paper in the first year, he immediately met my father and told him, “The effort I
took in getting him a seat is fully wasted.” My father had no reply to this. But I took it as a challenge
and scored the third rank in the University for the same Paper. The Principal called me that day, when
I did not know all about this, and asked me, “Do you know what is your score is?” I was standing in
front of him all shivering, when he suddenly smiled and told me, “You are the third rank holder in the
paper.”
I did not know what to say. It came as a real shock for me because I alone knew what had happened
on that day of the universityexaminations. I entered the examination hall, the examination commenced,
and the question papers were distributed. I took a glance at the question paper and answered all the
questions. They were all accounting problems, and you may not believe me, but I had finished the
three hour examination in half an hour. (Credits again go to Prof. Balakrishnan, my accounting teacher
who made me an expert in accounting which helped me throughout my career. The problem was that
this became a problem for me, as I could not believe that all my answers were correct, and thought
that perhaps I might have goofed up.
I did not know what I could do; I was sitting in the examination hall feeling very restless. I looked
at another student who was sitting just in front of me. (He is the grandson of the Guru of the great
singer Yesudas. A friend in need is a friend indeed. He just showed his answer paper to me; the
answers were entirely different. I decided, ok everythingis lost now, oh God, but I will not copy from
him whatever may come, and I will stick to my answers). And this gave me a third rank in the
university. The distance between the two brackets may be too long but the truth about an incident is
too short and needs no explanations. Because truth is the only thing which you can express in few
words, a lie need more words to prove that it is true and in the end the truth pops out.

“Trust in God, Take efforts” - these were the words which gave me strength throughout my career.
The belief of an individual should not influence others unless and until they themselves accept it. Out
of intuition I used to predict events and most of my words came true. I do not know why this happened
and how this happened, as I have never tried to research it. (Please, I can read your thoughts, “…why
can’t we ask him a question”, no friends, I stopped this because I believe that what is known to God
should be known only to him).
Once I felt that I had this institution, I thought why can’t I help people with this wonderful tool.
People used to crowd around me innocently whenever I started to say something, and they called me
“Bhagavan”. My friends suggested that we will start an ashram for you and you can sit there and start
predicting. I told them, “I am not a sanyasi, I am a family man I do hate even wearing a ‘Kavi dhoti’
realising that I am not fit for it. I never consider myself to be a cent percent perfect man, as we often
make mistakes and cleverly escape by saying –‘To err is human’.
I thought that as media is a more powerful medium, I will start predicting through a local TV
channel. Whether you believe it or not, my phone became always busy, my house was never short of
guests. My wife told me that my children were not able to concentrate on their studies because of the
flow of guests who pop in worrying only about their future and expecting a solution from me all
twenty four hours.
The TV Channel gave me 15 episodes, and it was a very popular channel. (It has now become the
number one International TV channel in Tamilnadu). My style of prediction was a little different. I
developed a software with the help of one of my friends who was an expert in the software
development in those days. I used to use both intuition and science in a perfect mixture.
Every day was a day of adventure. I started believing that I am quite extra ordinary and super
natural in mind (not in practice). My answers were almost perfect so that from the camera man to the
anchor, everybody in the studio became my fan.
It was time for the final episode. Being a working professor at that time, I had never shown my face
on the channel. Only the visual of a globe revolving and the VJ would be there on the screen, and
viewers could only hear my voice. (I can hear you saying “what a good idea, he has already planned
his escape in times of calamity by predicting his own future in advance).
Questions came one after another, and answers were also given to the satisfaction of the viewers.
The last and final question came from a girl. She asked, “Sir, We are having a problem in our house;
my brother does not have a child and we are quite worried about this. Could you please suggest a
remedy for this?” The studio came to a standstill for me, and the others were waiting anxiously for
what I was going to say. Time went tick ticking. I concentrated and looked into the software which
was helping me and gave the answer boldly, “This is a problem of six months ago.” The very next
minute the girl said, “Sir, I apologise for what I have done. My sister in law is carrying for the last six
months and I was just testing you.” The curtain slowly came down, and the program ended. Think
what would have happened if I had given a different answer; I could not simply escape by saying “To
err is human”. The next moment the camera man left his camera as it is, where it is, and the anchor
came running to me saying, “Sir, how have you done this?” I said, “I am only a tool; I do not know

what is happening through me.” (This happened in the year 2001).
I understood that predicting is a risky venture having more risk than in a stock market speculation
and I stopped predicting in public. I limited this within the friends circles, and that too only if they
were in any emergency.
With dreams of becoming a lecturer, after completing Post Graduation I continued to take private
coaching. My time plan was such that I would read books in the mornings, and in the afternoons I
would go to see old movies. Nobody knew about this (or at least I thought so). In the evenings I
started my tuitions and used to continue up to 8.30 PM.
One day as per my time schedule, I got ready for going for the movie. My inner self told me not to
go, but who cares? I just started my bike and reached the theatre. On the way I saw my father passing
by in a rickshaw. I turned my face away to avoid him.
That day my father told me, “It is not good to go to the movies every afternoon.” That was all that
he said; he never asked, “Why did you go?” This put a very strong full stop to my habit. One day one
of my professors called me and said, “There is a vacancy in “X”college, you go and meet the
principal and you can join there as a lecturer.” That was my first appointment as a lecturer and that
also immediately after completing my post-graduation. These days we talk about placements and
placement agencies, but those days the teachers really loved their students, and they cared about their
placements personally.
I met the principal; it was a women’s college. I thought it would be far more convenient to handle
and manage girl students rather than boys. The principal asked me about my family. When I mentioned
my father’s name, as she already knew him, her immediate reaction was, “You join today itself.”
There were about a hundred girls in my class. I was standing in front of them and as I was thorough
with the accounting principles now, I started the class by explaining each and every element in the
problems. I even explained the meaning of each and every term involved in accounting. For the
students it was a new experience. Again more students came to me for private coaching not only from
my class but also from other teachers’ classes. The atmosphere was such that If I take private
coaching for the students of other teachers, they never felt jealous or angry (which I experienced in
another state as a lecturer).They encouraged me, and appreciated me, which helped me to mould
myself as a better, or even best teacher in my career.
All went well in the college until suddenly the teachers declared a strike as the salary had got
delayed and there were no increments. The angry teachers surrounded the principal and declared a
gherao. A tense situation prevailed. As I was the person closest to the principal, I could neither join
them nor support the principal. The principal was an aged lady who was suffering from diabetes; she
wanted to go to the rest room urgently but the teachers never permitted this. Somehow I convinced
them saying that I will resolve everything, please leave the principal. On my promise the strike was
withdrawn. The next day the management called me too for a discussion, and agreed to all the
conditions put up by the teachers. I was very much surprised to find that I was a good conciliator
also.
In between I got a job in an aided college thanks to the efforts taken by my second bother

(Sundaram). I resigned my earlier job in the women’s college. I was given a very touchingsend off by
my students and colleagues. I realised how much they loved me. I joined the new college as a
lecturer. I had to get up early in the morning, take my breakfast and pack my lunch. My sister (Prema)
took special interest in all these chores by getting up early in the morning. (I was very fortunate,
because all my sisters and brothers loved me very much). One week passed smoothly. Then one day,
within a few minutes of my starting my lecture, I saw students running here and there, and students of
my class were also crowding close to a window and looking out. I enquired what had happened. One
of the students told me, “Sir, it is a problem of a love affair; two boys loved the same girl and one of
the boys has stabbed the girl student to death inside the college campus.” In those days a college
lecturer’s job was a very precious one, especially in an aided college. The salary pack was very
attractive, and it was a permanent job with a pension more or less equivalent to a government job.
This was the scenario those days.
I went to the principal’s room and said, “Sir, I do not want to teach in this college where the
students murder a girl student in cold blood, I cannot bear it.” The principal advised me that it would
be very difficult to get this job back once I had resigned. I just said, “I am resigning.”
On returning home, I told my father what had happened. He congratulated me on my right decision.
Such a wonderful and understanding father he was! I went and met the principal of my old women’s
college and narrated the whole story. She also said that my decision was correct. She advised me to
join back duty, which I did immediately. After that I had to take private tuitions as usual to supplement
my expenses.
I was a voracious reader. We had a home library in our house which had more than 1500 books,
and whenever I got time I used to read these books. There was a municipal library in our town
(Kollam). You may not believe it if I say that I had read all the Malayalam novels in that library. This
gave me the impetus to write novels in Malayalam. I started writing a novel in Malayalam
(Nizalukalkku Niramilla), but I needed money to print and publish it. When I had almost finished
writing, I approached a printer known to my father and entrusted him with the printing of the book.
Simultaneously I used to send my manuscripts to many leading publishers for acceptance. One day I
received a letter from a leading publisher (Vidyarthi Mithram, Kottayam), informing me that my novel
had been selected for publishing. My joy knew no limits but by that time the printing of the book was
almost complete and only the binding was left to be completed. I informed the publishers about this.
They replied that I need not worry about this and that I had to send them by parcel whatever I had
completed. It was raining heavily that day. When I informed my father about this, he said, “No need to
worry, I will help you to pack”, and he himself helped me to pack and take it to a lorry parcel service
for sending it.
The publishing house used to pay me the royalty in small shots, and I used to go and collect it in
person. It was another source of income for me. One day when I was in urgent need of money I started
by train to the publishers’place in the hope that they would pay me. I had just enough money to go to
Kottayam and no money to return. I was very confident that the publisher would pay me because they
were very punctual in making payments. As ill luck would have it, when I reached the publishing

house the concerned person who had to sign the order was on leave all of a sudden. The office people
said, “ Sir, you can come next week and collect the royalty.” How could I tell them that I did not have
enough money even to return home?
I reached the railway station and thought for a moment. I found that I could take a ticket to travel up
to half the distance. I got into the train and sat praying to God all the time to save me. Suddenly I
found that one of my very close friends was sitting beside me. I told him about my situation. He said
not to worry, and in the next station he went and purchased a ticket for me to travel up to my place.
(What is to be noted here is that as a friend he could have given me the money and asked me to go and
get the ticket, but what he had done was to go himself all the way to purchase my ticket).
One year passed by. My current management closed the college saying that the strength of students
was very poor. They transferred the existing students to another college. So again I was left
unemployed. I continued to survive with my private tuitions. One of my friends whom I met while
strolling on the roads, gave me an important piece of information that the government was giving
loans for educated unemployed, and that I could apply for the same to start a business.
At that time I was also seriously thinking about the idea of a business that I could do successfully. I
thought a video cassette library would be a good option as there were no such libraries at that time in
our town. I applied for the loan and at the same time had a discussion with one of my students who
said that his uncle would join me in the venture as a partner. The loan got sanctioned; my partner
supplied me a large number of cassettes, and I had to give a share too. With my collections added, my
library was the biggest in the town.
I started the library in a room in a lodge which belonged to one of my close relatives, an engineer
who was in charge of building a memorial to Gandhi Ji who had visited Kanyakumari in 1925 and
1937. It is constructed at a place on the seashore, near to Kumari Amman Temple, where his ashes
were kept for public darshan before immersion in the sea on February 12, 1948. The Mandapam is
built in the Orissa style of architecture and designed in such a way that on his birthday, 2 October, the
rays of the sun, througha hole in the roof, will fall exactly on the spot where the urn was kept.
The business flourished. I thought of having my own building for the library. I asked my father’s
permission to build this in a place which housed an old shed on our property. My father immediately
agreed to this and I started construction.
The construction was completed and the library was inaugurated by the then Superintendent of
Police. As the business has now grown, I appointed one person as a manager and two or three
delivery boys for home delivery of cassettes. I used to buy copy righted cassettes and the print was
very good, so the public were attracted. My shop and house were in the same premises. The house
was on the way to the beach, the only entertainment for all. I placed a name board on the side of the
road. Days passed and my shop became very famous. The film stars of Kerala - many super stars -
visited my shop to borrow cassettes from my library.
One night somebody knocked at our gate. On enquiry they said that they urgently needed some
English movie cassettes for reference purposes for a shooting, and that a very famous director of
those days had sent them. “Oh my God my shop has become very famous”, I thought. I selected some

TheJourneyContinues
Business went well but day by day I noticed that a number of libraries were coming up. Moreover I
got distracted by a love affair. I was in love with a girl who was my student. She belonged to our
caste. The girl’s family also had knowledge about this but did not oppose this as our family was well
known to them. We became very close. You know well, communication being the key factor in love of
any period and at any age, what will happen in those olden (golden) days when there was no
mobile/SMS, and I had no other way but to use a landline to contact my girl. (I remember gratefully
the services of the wife of one of my professors, who also helped me in making the calls, as I did not
want the girl’s family to identify me. She would call as a friend of my lover and then hand over the
phone to me).
The doomsday came when my mother went with my girl’s mother for a temple festival in the
morning and she was not able to return home even by afternoon. My father came for lunch at that time
and found that nobody was in the house to serve him lunch. He got angry and enquired with us later,
and found that my mother had gone with my girl’s mother for the temple festival. He went straight to
my girl’s house and shouted like anything, pulling the curtain down on our love.
Even after that I used to talk to her over phone occasionally. One day she told me that their family
were planning for her marriage. I told her, “If you are ready, you come out of the house with me and I
will take care of you.” I had planned everything in advance and in order, and I informed everything to
my eldest brother (Rethnaswamy) who was holding a very high official position in the government of
Tamilnadu. He had promised me all help and even made arrangements for our marriage; he had also
informed the local police as a precaution.
The most important day in my life dawned. I was anxiously waiting for my girl to come out of her
house; I even got a glimpse of her coming out looking here and there as if she were ready. Time went
by, but she never came out. At last I found out that she could not come out as she had been put under
house arrest by their people. Everything moved very fast from then onwards. They immediately
shifted her to some place which I could not locate. They even shifted their own house so that I should
not find her althoughI tried my level best.
One day I came to know through one of our family friends that she had got married to a doctor, and
the name of her husband was the same as mine!
One year after her marriage, I got married; but she became a widow as her husband died in a road
accident. I remembered the words spoken by her brother when I had informed him about our love. He
said, “Man proposes, God disposes.” Yes, it happened just like that!
I lost my money in the business, my partners deserted me, my own staff deceived me by
manipulating the accounts, and I was in debts. My brothers, sisters and my father had a discussion and
they settled all my debts from my share of our property, even foregoing a part of their share. I
remember that my father, who was a replica of true love and mutual respect, never questioned me

about anything. I remember the day when I was in my peak period, when he came to my office and
asked me, “I need five rupees.” I was shocked to hear this from him, but I knew that he was no more
in charge of our studio business and my brother had taken over the business. I never asked him
anything. I just opened my cash drawer and said, “Father all that is here is yours, you can take as
much as you want.” But he took only five rupees and without saying a word left the place.
My mother, with whom nobody can compete in the preparing of any type of dishes, now became
sick and was in bed. Medical records revealed that she was having cancer. We took her to various
hospitals. It was in the eighties when there was not much cure for cancer. She was in her last stage,
and hospitals declined to admit her. I had a more affectionate relation with my mother than with
anybody else. I started enquiries and found that one of my former customers of the video cassette
library, who was a doctor, was a regular visitor in one of the best hospitals of the town. I immediately
contacted him, narrated everything, and he arranged for my mother’s admission. The day came when
my mother left us forever. When the bill was brought to us and we looked at the bill amount, we could
not believe our eyes. My doctor (Dr. Satish Chandran) had collected only a very small amount as the
fees. Adoctor with ethics and with humanity…
I was completely upset. I called up my brother and said that I no longer wished to be in Kerala, and
to please help me find a job in Tamilnadu. He told me to come to the city of Coimbatore where he
was working. My eldest brother was so honest that he was not prepared to go for any
recommendations for anybody, even for his own brother. I stayed with him in his quarters with his
family. My sister in law (Govindammal) looked after me as her son. I felt very uncomfortable to
remain idle in the house all the time. One day I saw an advertisement in which a vacancy for lecturer
was announced. I immediately applied for the post and waited for the interview letter. I got it and
went for the interview. There were about eighty candidates for one vacancy, but I was very confident
as most of them were freshers and I had more than ten years’experience at that time.
The interview started and I was called in. One lady who I later understood was the HOD, started
firing questions at me. I answered almost all questions correctly. To my surprise, I found that the lady
had answers to the questions written on her hand hidden under the table and was verifying the
answers. I looked straight at her eyes so that she could not look into the answers and she immediately
closed the interview.
The results were declared, but my name was not there. Again I was not upset. I enquired about the
secretary of the college and the location of his house. One fine morning I went straight to his house
and introduced myself. He offered me a seat and also a cup of tea. While sipping the cup of tea,
casually I asked him, “Sir I am having more than ten years’experience, and I have answered all the
questions asked in the interview. I would like to know the reason why I have not been selected?” His
faced showed that he never expected such a question. He said, “See, the Vice Chancellor has
recommended his personal driver’s brother for the post, and how can we say no?” I answered, “Sir,
why can’t you appoint me as an honorary lecturer? I do not want any salary.” He said, “Ok, let me
discuss this in our board and thereafter we shall informyou.”
After a week I received my appointment order appointing me as an honorary lecturer. Days passed.

The principal observed my class. After a week he called me and said, “From today onwards you are
appointed as a regular lecturer.” From there another mile stone in my career started. I was very strict
in the college but passionate and understanding. I was appointed as the NSS Program Officer of the
college which gave me a lot of spiritual experience as I used to stay in ashrams with my student
volunteers for social work in the local area for about ten days at a time.
My interest in film making was with me all the time. I started taking short films for the local
companies in my spare time, and within a short span of time I became very popular. An idea struck
me, and I made a film on the NSS which won me the Vice-Chancellor’s Meritorious Service Award.
(The same Vice Chancellor who had recommended his driver’s brother as a candidate against me in
the interview).
In my young age it was my ambition to become a police officer. Naturally I had that in my mind for
a long period of time. When one day I saw one of my fellow teachers in police uniform I never
wasted a minute. I got all the details from him to become a Traffic Warden in the Tamilnadu Police. I
wore the police uniform, and went for training in the PRS grounds. As I already had similar type of
training in NCC, I did not find any difficulty in the training. I got a deputation as a Public Relations
Officer in the department for a short span of time. This satisfied my ambition to become a police
officer. During my service I won the best Public Relations Officer award.
The college service went well. Our HOD changed and one of my closest friends, a family friend of
mine, became the new HOD. This person who was very naive, did not know how to communicate.
(This was the same competitor who had competed with me in the interview in the beginning).One day
when the department meeting was going on, in the presence of all the staff members he ordered me
“You go and switch on my fan”. I felt very much insulted when he said this in front of all the staff
members. I decided that one day I have to become a HOD. I started taking efforts through friends and
found that there was a vacancy in a new college in a nearby village. Without thinking much about it, I
resigned my job. (All my colleagues are still serving in the same college as lecturers).
I got married while I was working in this college. I felt a little sad when I had to leave the college
but I decided that one day I will come back to this college in a higher position. (Yes, I did. Later the
Universityappointed me as a UniversityRepresentative for the same college for a period of 3 years).
During this period my father who was a blood pressure patient developed a blood clot in the brain
and became paralysed. I remember that day very well; I used to visit Kollam very often and at that
time, I was in the house reading a book. When I came out of the room, I noticed that there was no
movement in him. The nearby doctor was called in, he examined himand said that he was no more.
I got the new job as HOD of not one department but three. (Thanks to Prof. Prasad). As an add-on I
was also given the Principal in Charge position as I was the senior most. But another lecturer who
was looking after this position got irritated and was waiting for a chance to get back at me. One day
the students bunked classes and went for a movie - the same situation as I had already handled while I
was in Kerala, but here the atmosphere was different. My principal asked me to conduct an enquiry. I
conducted the enquiry in my room. Students came in one by one. One girl came in, and while
conducting the enquiry, I asked her: “What you are doing? Will you do anything you like?” The words

were simple, but my opponents twisted these words against me by brain washing the students. They
told them, “How dare he use such words to a girl student, we have to retaliate.”
Fortunately the management and the principal were with me. They said, “Do not worry, we will
face it.” The students went on strike. At that time I was staying in a rented room in that small town
(Pollachi), and I used to come to the college by bus. Every day, in the morning the students used to
assemble before the college conspiring to catch me and insult me before other students (under the
influence of my opponent lecturer).As a stringent devotee of Hanuman Ji, it was my practice to chant
Hanuman Chalisa while going to the college and while returning back. During these days of crisis,
after my morning prayer, I used to concentrate and decide how I have to go to college. Sometimes my
intuition told me to go by bus and at another time it advised me to go by an auto.
When the students waited for me to come by bus, I came by an auto, and when they were waiting for
me to come by auto, I arrived by bus. They were never able to find out how I was going to come to
the college. Their conspiracy totally failed. In the mornings they used to assemble at a stop prior to
the college bus stop till all the students had arrived, and then they would proceed to the college gate.
Now the miracle happened. While they were at the bus stop prior to the college bus stop, all of a
sudden it rained heavily and they returned completely wet to the college stop and found that it was
very sunny there. The next day they assembled before the college gate, and it rained heavily there.
This repeated for three days. The students got confused, many of them became sick and the number of
agitating students decreased.
After this, one evening the leaders of the strike came to my room. I offered them seats. They told
me, “Sir, we apologise for what has happened, it was our mistake, and we will attend classes from
tomorrow onwards.” I said, “No problem, you can.”
The next day all classes started very normally, but one of the students came and met me in the
department and told me “Sir, we want to tell you something. One of the lecturers in your department
has motivated us to do this, and before we enter the class we want to have a word with him”. I was
not shocked to hear this as I had already understood this. I told them that I would discuss with the
principal and inform them. The principal agreed to this. They took the particular lecturer to a room,
closed the doors, and after sometime everybody came out. I do not know what happened inside the
closed room, and I do not also want to know what happened.
It was at this time that I got the contact of the ‘Sinchuvadi Swami’.
Days passed smoothly but my financial position became very weak. I wanted to manage this at the
cost of going abroad. One day one of my management advisers came to the college to evaluate all the
teachers’performance under instructions fromthe management.
He was a very strict disciplinarian (looked like that, but later I understood that he was a very nice
and knowledgeable person who had come up in life through sheer hard work). He called the staff one
by one; everybody was very tense but I was not. He called me, and offered me a seat. I was waiting
for the questions chanting Hanuman Chalisa in my mind. All of a sudden a bug came into the room
from nowhere, and it started circling the head of the adviser. He felt very uncomfortable, and started
shooing it away. But the bug was very persistent in distracting him. He looked at me and I said, “Sir,

it will be over in a minute.” The next second the bug which was flying crashed with the ceiling fan
unexpectedly and fell down lifeless. The adviser told me only one thing, “Sir, you may go now and
ask the next person to come.”
This episode was totally forgotten by me and later on when I attended an interview in the same
village for the post of principal, and the managing trustee there asked me about this, I answered him,
“Sorry Sir, I do not know anythingabout that.”
I got an interview letter for the post of a teacher in the government school in Maldives. To my
surprise I got selected. I was very happy that at least now I can manage the family expenses as the
salary package was very attractive. At the same time there was a pain in the corner of my heart that
my family will not be with me. The day came when I had to join duty. I googled and collected all the
information about Maldives, its culture, the people and so on. I understood that Maldives is a country
where the sands are white as the smiles of the locals, where fish swim happily in the warm waters of
the Indian Ocean, where the weather is a dream, and the deep rays of the sun wait to engulf you in
their arms.
My family accompanied me up to the departure gate. I boarded my flight. It was the first time I was
boarding a flight, and I had my own doubts as to what if I had a vomiting sensation; only questions
and no answers - I felt very shy to ask anybody else. The flight landed in an island within an hour. I
was very proud because I was not now ordinary, as I was working abroad. Time passed, and I
understood that the flight has landed in a small island where there is nothing but only the airport. I
found that there were many other teachers like me in a flock. We went by a boat in turns to the main
island Male. A taxi was waiting there for us to drop us to a nearby hotel. On reaching the hotel we
received instructions about what to do and what not do. They also advised us after taking our
passports to be ready all the time, and that we may be called for joining duty anytime.
The next day they informed us about the places of our duty, meaning the islands in which we have to
join, but they never revealed how many days it would take to reach the island or how we would be
travelling. Each night I found some teachers missing from the group. I assumed that they might have
gone for joining their duty. All the time I was sleeping or spending the time inside the hotel room as I
did not know when my turn would come up.

ChangeAloneisPermanent
One evening they called me and told me, “You should be ready by eight in the evening; you will be
taken to the boat jetty and should board dhoni number so and so.” My imagination was that I would be
boarding a passenger boat. When later I arrived at the boat jetty I found that it was not even a boat,
but a dhoni which carries vegetables and consumables from Male to other islands. It had a top but
was open on all the sides except the roof, with some poles on the parallel sides to hold on to. The
vegetables and consumables were stored in the bottomcellar of the dhoni.
To my luck I had purchased one bottle of soft drink and some bread on my way to the boat jetty.
After sometime another gentleman joined me. He said that he was a maths teacher who had been
allocated the same school where I had to join. I was happy that I had got company now. We waited for
hours for the dhoni to start its voyage. At last it started on the journey the next day early morning.
During all this time we were forced to spend our time in the dhoni.
We asked the Captain of the dhoni how much time it would take to reach our island. It was a real
shock for us when he said, “Only three to four days.” There were totally five of us in the dhoni, the
captain, one assistant, an engineer who wanted to get down somewhere near to our island, myself and
my friend.
The dhoni moved very slowly. I was surviving on the soft drink and the bread I had. I remembered
the days, when I would fight with my wife over simple reasons such as salt is more or less, when she
prepared our lunch.
Days rolled down. Two days passed. We asked the captain when we would reach our island. He
showed a very small green spot far away and said, “Do not worry, it is very near.” One more day was
about to pass. My friend and I got very much tired and all of a sudden to add to our misery the sea
suddenly got rough. The waves just pushed the dhoni up and suddenly dropped it down. I was afraid
and had a vomiting sensation. My friend was already in this process and I had no choice but to follow
him. At that moment I took a decision in my mind that on reaching that island I would immediately
resign my job and would go back home. Still the sea was rough and the dhoni went up and came down
in the waves. I thought now the only escape is the supreme. My friend was a Christian I asked him,
“Do you have the Bible?” He said, “Yes.” I requested him, “You start your prayers; I fear that
something very bad is going to happen.” He took his Bible. I started chanting “Ram, Ram”. Amiracle
happened.All of a sudden the sea became normal. Anarrow escape, we thought. The captain said, “It
is already late. We will halt in the nearby island and take rest and continue our journeytomorrow.”
Fortunately it was the home island of the engineer who was travelling with us. He invited us to his
house and provided us with some chapatti and tender coconut. He also talked to the island chief and
provided us with accommodation in a government guest house. He contacted our island authorities
through wireless and informed them about our arrival. The school authorities informed us that only I
needed to join at that island, and that the other teacher who came with me has arrived by mistake, and

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