Mr Trouble shooter ...

Mr. Trouble Shooter.....

It was quite and dark .. But so beautiful and pleasant outside that after finishing my dinner I had no desire to retire to my room ..decided to go for a after dinner stroll . As I stepped outside... the Bangalore pleasant air welcomed me with its caressing touch and I smiled inhaling the fresh air..as I walked into the quite IISc campus that late Nov evening. 

I have been to so many campuses through out my career both within India and abroad .. Each had its own ambience and flavour..but there is one common thing I notice about all the campuses .. All of them have a world of their own.. They have their own character ..structured environment and way of doing things.. But mostly there is a sense of sanitized protective feel about all campuses where academic community is nurtured and facilitated to disseminate and absorb knowledge.. In their own particular way..as I walked towards the academic buildings of IISc  I paused just infront of the Centre of molecular Biology ..it was 11 pm and there were lights and complete active mode oozing out from the building.. Through  the lighted windows could see researchers working in labs .. white coats busy finishing their experiments for the day.. Feeling a sudden rush of nostalgia I decided to sit just below the CMB building on a bench .. There was a familiar nostalgic feel in the whole air for me.. I smiled to myself wrapping the shawl around me and sat back .. " I am so so disappointed today " I heard a girl voice behind me saying .. Without turning back from the corner of my eye .. I saw a young girl and boy sitting on the lawn few metres on my side .. Boy seemed to be a South Indian quite obvious from his broken Hindi and accented English and girl was surely a North Indian with her fluent Hindi and dialect.. " ok don't let it bog u ..what happened"?... The boy gently queried.. " Yaar that stupid clone just refuses to express in my cell lines.. It was so crucial for me.. This was last time I tried and my experiment failed again.. The cell lines might be useless for me in a day.. I was supposed to give data to PB ( probably guide) and now I have nothing ".. The girl almost broke into tears... I heard some packets being opened " here I got some vadas for u.. Grab some .. And don't worry .. We have whole night .. We will repeat the experiment again tonight.. Ur cell lines won't go wasted and yes PB won't be disappointed too.. Just relax .. Eat and we will start again .. I am there with u.. At ur service mam ".. The boy made a bowing  gesture in a mocking way and the girl lovingly hit him with her scarf grabbing a vada in one hand and softly adding " thanks my Mr trouble shooter like always .. I don't think I can ever solve any of my probs without u".. The boy smiled sheepishly and as he helped her in getting up and they both walked back in the star lit night of IISc. ..,Hand in hand... The two aspiring scientist .. with lots of individual dreams and aspirations In their eyes...Maybe they are two budding lovers too with combined dreams of their future together..I wondered .. But both of them suddenly transported me to our AIIMS days when both of us were budding scientists .. Oblivious of responsibilities .. Devoted to science full time.. Carefree but still so committed to science ... "And u my Mr Trouble shooter Gourinath Samudrala were there on my side then too  to solve all my problems just like u are now even today.. " I whispered to myself .. Smiled in dark at no one in general and got up to walk back to the IISc guest house as I texted " Goodnight Mr Trouble Shooter" to you and strolled back quietly...