I have never been any teacher's pet. Nor, have I had a favourite teacher. But, I think of Mr.PSC on every 'Teachers' Day'. I'll tell you why...... It was a wintry morning in the Bangalore of the early nineties...... For an average Bangalorean like me, it was a Herculean task to get up from the cosy confines of my bed, get ready and travel 8-10 kms. for the Soil Mechanics class at 7.30 a.m.! On that day, to my horror, none of my classmates had made it! The teacher was missing too. Because I had met students from other classes, I knew I hadn't turned up for class on a holiday!! Just as I was thinking of ways to spend a lonely hour, old Mr.PSC walked in. Mr.PSC : What?! Only one student?! Me : (Foolish smiles) Mr.PSC : How can I take a class for just one student? You can go to the library. And, he turned away.... The next minute, he turned back! Mr.PSC : Wait! You have come for the class. I'll be doing you an injustice if I don't