Enigmatic Professor

Some teachers are just there for the pay-check, just hanging out until retirement is feasible, but not Prof. Komal Phuyal. I attained  his first class at January 17 , then I knew I was in good hands. When he taught it was with the passion of a lifelong teacher, someone who live to cultivate love of teaching to next generation. At first day, Prof Phuyal appeared before us, in his majestic look. He possess a physic of one who had grown too slow in his age . Initially, his life takes fast track bullet train. Maturity knocks very early in his door.  He fathered two children at age of 14, get permanent placement as teacher in government service at 22 and still struggling in Academic ground. 

His body implicitly indicate that he lives on carbohydrate. Every day he crawls off to college in his loud music blaring  Honda shine. At second encounter,  I noticed, a tailored grey shirt , brown cauterize pant and very carelessly tied  leather belt, black laptop bag and a bulky book in his hand  . He was tall and solidly built, giving the impression of Army man . A perplexed expression dominated his countenance. Brown hair framed a juicy mango-shaped face with expressive bright eyes and chubby cheekbones waggling down. His voice was that of cruel dictator, bold  and piercing. When he spoke, his words hobble out in cacophonic morpheme , broken up  by extended pauses, I guess it’s because of his short tongue. 

After taking 4-5 class with him I observe that his approach to deal with students was very unique. He always use our disobedience into an advantage for himself, but not through demeaning them or imposing authority but  with a style of humor that would be like, entertaining by scolding. Some girls from neighboring class used to gossip  that he is so good at being rude because he never excel  in hiding softness of his heart behind harsh piercing words. I still remember that dialogue he throws on us during second lecture “I will keep on hammering you, if you are made of  glass you  will broke on shreds and of you are metal you will come on shape” Professor Phuyal is  very sensitive person, My scorpion brain constantly lean back and forth thinking why he is  always unwilling to show his soft part to students. 

Every time I see him I tend to discover something new about him . Some recurring incident pushed me to accept that Prof Phuyal is a finest diplomat and social engineer in classroom. He frequently put us at difficulty, humiliate students, drew them into deploring him and end up creating comical sense of humor. I suspect, may be he’s using reverse psychology on us.  That could be the reason most of the girls in class like him. He seems dogmatic  on every subject he opine and if we disagree with him he wouldn’t be  angry, rather he would just pitied us for not understanding the “correct” way to think about it. His gestures seems as living as his words. He talk more with his hands and facial expression than his mouth, the words pops out as subtitle to explain  the movement of his hands. Even if a guy from distant ground watch him lecturing that guy  could easily decode the mood of text, just by looking at Prof Phuyla’s  facial expression.  

Social psychology apparently assume that, middle age has a divergence to personality and people take either one path or the other. One takes the person headlong to further intellectual ripeness, an outward facing mentality ready to listen others views. The other is a path to egoistic intellectual complexity, idealistic, an inward facing mentality that puts the self-judgment first and others a distant second. I ‘m confused, on which lane Prof Phuyal is walking ? Confused because, he always try to fake  his personality. Outside class he appreciate  and support every students view but inside class he finds one way or another to criticize our knowledge and try to impose his understanding on us .People believe they know him but I think he introduce himself to them. We see him, the way  he choose to show himself . He is like spider at the center of web who precisely know how to establish his personality in front of other. And if a confused person like me tries to sketch his inner personality, my definition may lose something in meaning, it may lose everything in fact, so I conclude my verdict on him by saying “Till now, I  don’t really know Prof. Phuyal”