Knighthood for our beloved Sir Chinmoy Guha: a salutation

My sojourn away from prestigious JU was followed by my apprehensions about  Master's life at University of Calcutta.It was in a way diminished by the thought of classes from the man.When I actually got to see him,his particularly inspirational lecture about the process we were in.The rooms,the classes and even the benches made us feel the legacy we were inheriting.We felt "not only the pastness of the past,but of its presence". Through the Coleridge classes,he shifted the focus to the plethora of mystifying delusions that was Samuel Taylor.A panoramic view unfolded..and I saw before me how the man behind the camera...looks in front of it.The man who directed those class lectures was beheld...in inspiration.We peeped from behind the giant oak to witness Christabel's destiny and perhaps mankind's too...only to be purged of the sins by Thomas Becket.Canterbury Cathedral through Eliot was opened up like a vista in the rooms of Calcutta University.As sir would later say teaching Dryden,"the camera tilted down" and we came to see 20th century's void,the life of slippages was in front of us.We saw within all of us Didi and Gogo.All within this life of futile labour...the bondage of SISYPHIAN connotations culminating in mankind's utmost truth..the absence of everything.This final year of my CU days, we saw through Eliot,the man the poet and the life...the essence of Sidney's Apology and understood that Dryden is not a Dry-den.To go with all is the man behind the camera...the man we see outside the class rooms..beyond the lenses of class lectures...beyond the celluloid of the course...the MAN in the real drama,of university life...a friend...philosopher...and a POLE STAR to us wandering barks,and congratulating on being honoured with the Chevalier de l'Ordre des Palmes académiques. SIR...with all my heart..Je vous salue.