I was introduced to the subject by an old District Judge — my Grandfather’s course-mate.
I still vividly remember the gentleman. Long flowing beard. Wearing a short T-shirt over lungi and thick glasses with curious big eyes.
He and his wife used to live in a large dilapidated apartment in the Sher Shah Complex in Chittagong when we saw him last.
My father had taken my mother and me to see him. He was cooking rice and potatoes in a kerosene stove. It was a cold evening in 1987. Finishing his meager cooking, he took me to his huge library … full of books and artifacts from wall-to-wall …. and showed me his older books and asked me if I knew anything about Metaphysics.
I told him that I knew about Physics. Then he explained to me the concept — as best as he could — considering my ripe old age at that time.
But then again, don’t we all become all the more children even with each passing day?
He passed away. His wife did too. So did my grandfather. In fact, both of them.
God bless his soul. God bless their souls.
In the midst of so many self-proclaimed wise, intelligent, important and righteous people … I often feel … if only I could have had taken them to Oxford too!
But then again, if … and if only …