Perry has a voice that fills up a room and a presence that lights it up. He's witty, charming, intelligent, and abrasively argumentative.
My first memory of the man goes back to 1996, when, in an economics class, he expressed consternation that some of his classmates had made it to a post-graduate course without knowing y=mx+c represented a straight line graph. We argued that it was quite possible, considering there were of communication ,literature, history and other social sciences. It ended with him disagreeing with the proffered logic.
Another abiding one, was his incredulity that the venerable Prof.Jagdeep Chokker hadn't read Ayn Rand's Fountainhead. He argued with the professor about how Rand's philosophy was something every academic worth his salt should know. Prof.Chokker argued instead, that every engineer worth his salt would now about cybernetics (which Perry didn't). This was left unresolved too.
Perry's love for the last word was fairly well known, and no one could quite change that in the two years we spent together.
It was a decade later that Perry met his match.
He was playing cricket, bowling to his son. The rule was clear - not to hit the ball too far since there was no one to field the ball. This got breached pretty quickly when, as kids do, Pratyush hammered the ball quite some distance, and turned to see his father's disapproving look.
Kid (Sheepishly) : "Ball le ke aao na papa"
Perry : Kutha thodi hoon, ball le ke aane ke liye?
Kid (matter-of factly) : "Haath me le ke aaon na, papa"
Perry (gobsmacked)
The chickens had finally come home to roost.
My first memory of the man goes back to 1996, when, in an economics class, he expressed consternation that some of his classmates had made it to a post-graduate course without knowing y=mx+c represented a straight line graph. We argued that it was quite possible, considering there were of communication ,literature, history and other social sciences. It ended with him disagreeing with the proffered logic.
Another abiding one, was his incredulity that the venerable Prof.Jagdeep Chokker hadn't read Ayn Rand's Fountainhead. He argued with the professor about how Rand's philosophy was something every academic worth his salt should know. Prof.Chokker argued instead, that every engineer worth his salt would now about cybernetics (which Perry didn't). This was left unresolved too.
Perry's love for the last word was fairly well known, and no one could quite change that in the two years we spent together.
It was a decade later that Perry met his match.
He was playing cricket, bowling to his son. The rule was clear - not to hit the ball too far since there was no one to field the ball. This got breached pretty quickly when, as kids do, Pratyush hammered the ball quite some distance, and turned to see his father's disapproving look.
Kid (Sheepishly) : "Ball le ke aao na papa"
Perry : Kutha thodi hoon, ball le ke aane ke liye?
Kid (matter-of factly) : "Haath me le ke aaon na, papa"
Perry (gobsmacked)
The chickens had finally come home to roost.
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