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Hari....sorry Dr. P. Hari Kumar, this post is dedicated to you.

I know how long you must have been waiting for this day. Finally it's over and you can move to the next stage of your life. I am really happy for you. You know this happiness is much, much more than the pain of you leaving TIFR and all of us.


Apart from my batchmates who joined the institute with me, you have been my longest if not the closest association here. The innumerable nights before my seminars when i used to get panic attacks, i remember Monika and you sitting with me. I remember the night before my project 2 seminar (which i flunked :)) when we were sitting in the library and discussing my project and the lack of clarity in it. For a presentation as petty as journal club I required Monika and you. I have learnt so much from you in the past 4 and a half years. It's going to be tough to stay in the department without you.

Even if i was not the 'regular' gang member at east canteen, or mac, or BEST, there were other places where we used to bump into each other. The most common being the centrifuge room. I will miss you while walking past the 3rd floor corridor. :(


The number of times when i have had close discussions (apart from work) with you, will not exceed 10. But, i can say that, those were done at the most crucial moments of my life. And you have influenced my life, Hari. Thanks for being there when i needed you.


There will be other occasions in my life when i would badly wanted you to be present. My thesis defence being one of them. I wish you are here, sitting in front of me, hearing intently like a guardian, at the same time analysing like a critic. :(


I will miss you, Hari. You have been a guide to many. I am one of them. Wish you all the best for your future.

Hari....sorry Dr. P. Hari Kumar, this post is dedicated to you.



I know how long you must have been waiting for this day. Finally its over and you can move to next stage of your life. I m so happy for you. You know this happiness is much, much more than the pain of you leaving TIFR and all of us.




Apart from my batchmates who joined the institute with me, you have been my longest if not the closest association here. The innumerable nights before my seminars when i used to get panic attacks, i remember Monika and you sitting with me. I remember the night before my project 2 seminar (which i flunked :)) when we were sitting in the library and discussing my project and lack of clarity in it. For a presentation as petty as journal club I required Monika and you. I have learnt so much from you in the past 4 and a half years. It's going to be tough to stay in the department without you.


Even if i was not the 'regular' gang member at east canteen, or mac, or BEST, there were other places where we used to bump into each other. The most common being the centrifuge room. I will miss you while walking past the 3rd floor corridor. :(




The number of times when i have had close discussions (apart from work) with you, will not exceed 10. But, i can say that, those were done at the most crucial moments of my life. And you have influenced my life, Hari. Thanks for being there when i needed you.




There will be other occasions in my life when i would have badly wanted you to be present. My thesis defence being one of them. I wish you were here, sitting in front of me hearing intently like a guardian, at the same time analysing it like a critic. :(




I will miss you, Hari. You have been a guide to many in the department. I m one of them. Wish you all the best for your future.

Comments

bored kid said…
yay for the king!
SS lab angel said…
i third that!

I think we can all safely say we have not missed being blessed by his presence....:)

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