Scavenger Hunt

Today, we were supposed to have this event in our college from 10 PM. I was really excited about it from the morning. We have a huge auditorium in our campus where all such cultural events are hosted. We had had a quiz in the afternoon. Prof. Jacobi had invited us to attend his daughter’s eight birthday party. Besides us, the third year undergrads, the second year post-grads had also been invited along with some professors and their families. Prof Archimedes had come with his daughter and Prof Young was also there with his wife. The dinner was excellent, the cake not so good. There was a magic show too. That was pathetic but then it was meant for the kids. Anyway, that’s all beside the point. I came back to my room after dinner to take some rest before the Hunt.

I have never participated in a scavenger hunt before. We have had three scavenger hunts in the last two years, but I organized all of them, so I never got the chance to play.

At 10, I went to the auditorium, quite excited. There were only three of my batch mates sitting in the auditorium. To give you some idea, our batch has a strength of twenty three. Now, here at the Sikinian Institute of Statistics, everyone is very lazy. When an event is supposed to start at 10 PM, it usually starts after 11 PM. But I never thought that this could happen.

Our batch can be broadly subdivided into four groups: the Girls, the Northerners, the Retards and the Easterners. Of course, none of the girls were there. The Northerners were playing FIFA in the TV Room. The Retards were doing what they did best. And some of the Easterners were sleeping or studying while the rest of them came back to the hostel quietly to look for other ways to waste our time.

The list which had lots of interesting items such as coupons with numbers divisible by exquisite primes, and activities such as taking pictures wearing similar t-shirts went into the dustbin.

And this, dear friends is a glimpse of the exquisite campus life at the Sikinian Institute of Statistics.


Back to college – Prof. Jacobi in particular

So, after a vacation of two months, I think I’ll start posting again. My semester has begun and life is beginning to become frustrating again. A friend at college has captured this situation with a perfect WhatsApp status:

“Back to the salt mines!”

We have five courses in this semester: Complex Analysis, Differential Geometry, Statistics, Physics and an elective for which I have chosen Representation Theory. The other contenders were Differential Topology, Computer Science and Economics.

Prof. Jacobi has been assigned to teach us Complex Analysis. He has been teaching this course for a couple of years, and he was our favourite to take this course. He wasn’t in campus the first two weeks. He returned this week only.

On Thursday, he took our first class.Within minutes we were enthralled. We know he’s a very lenient teacher. But that didn’t stop him from frightening us. He told us to pass at one go, in his words, “Pass in the front paper itself.” (His English is not the best) Otherwise,

“If you kill my time (by making me prepare a back paper), then I will kill you! Period.”


He told us how Nevanlinna (and Paatero)’s book Introduction to Complex Analysis is like Edmund Hillary and Tenzing Norgay’s conquest of Mt. Everest. Rolf Nevanlinna‘s book is one of the foremost text books in Complex Analysis. We shouldn’t use it as a text book. But we should keep it under our pillows. Everyday before going to sleep, we should study one page of the book. Then we’ll be good mathematicians, he said.

At the end of the class, he recommended Louis Armstrong’s What A Wonderful World and the movie Good Morning, Vietnam. Now that’s the first time a professor has acknowledged the existence of a life outside of Mathematics.

Today, he took a night class to cover for the classes he missed at the beginning. And he was at his best.

“Don’t come to me and ask questions. I won’t able to solve them. Ask your seniors. They are all geniuses. If you ask me to solve your problems, I will ask you to solve my problems. So be prepared.”

He was trying to decide which day he would be able to take another extra class. And he asked a classic question.

“Which day is Tuesday?”

At the very end, he made another one. We usually have 10 marks for homeworks, assignments, quizzes, etc. while the rest is divided among the mid semester and the end semester exams. He wanted to know what we wanted to do for those 10 marks. He said

“Here, no one wants to do anything. I don’t want to set questions, the grader doesn’t want to check answers and you don’t want to study! But unfortunately, we have to do something.”