LNB used to walk around with a foot ruler as a stick.We were "college" students so he would not strike us but he looked funny. He was good looking. At least the ladies in my class thought so. S. and P. always had nagging fights over lunch or on the bus ride home over LNB. But he did not know. They did not tell. "He is perfect," said the girls. I did not see it. Maybe because I was a guy and did not want to admit it. He was younger that other professors and that may have been the charm. His foot ruler sure was famous. I met LNB at the Central Post Office in Sundhara. "Which mail is faster- registered or regular?" At that time in my life I did not know how to admit: " I don't know," yet. So I gave him all the guff about how in my opinion regular mail will be faster than the registered mail because they have to take more care for the registered mail and that it takes time to take care of the mail. After my lengthy explaination I looked at him satisfied at my own intelligence. He just said, "I will send it registered anyway," brushing away all my advise and not even showing any sign that he heard all the evidence that I had presented. He was a Physics teacher, for heaven's sake! He should weigh in the arguments and come to a sensible conclusion! But those were the days when I thought every grown up was an ass. LNB was cool. I liked him. I know he does not remember me now. I would not have recognized him in this picture because I would not have looked that closely. Rosa's indentification helped. There will be times in life when there will be no such help. I will have to identify things, people and ideas by myself. I may have totally missed reminiscing about LNB. But that is not important. LNB was our DRAMA CLUB advisor. The problem is that I was very interested but never took part. They presented the plays in SXC one Sunday afternoon. Alok said it turned out great and had glowing review about LNB but as usual I stayed home and fantasized about my own drama. Of course that was before I decided to live my life in reality and not in my head. There was a parallel world then. The world where I wrote, directed and played lead in my head. The fantasy were so real. I did not even realize when reality beckoned. I still do not sometimes. But memory when blended with reality and fantasy creates this tapestry of unknown faces, known smiles, symbols and when I see them again or as in this case when I am reminded of them I wonder where was I then? Where was I when they presented, "The Ugly Duckling?" Was that what they did? Why did I miss out on things that I wanted to do? If there is a hint of complaint on my rant do disregard that. That is just trace element( wink scientific term LNB!) in the overall vista of a long a varied life well lived. It's just that I saw LNB dancing and remembered some things...some things which I otherwise would have no business remembering! mG.