Life, thoughts and blabberings of Eigennaved

I remember one incident: we bought a washing machine and mom used to let my immediate elder brother and me operate it. When my brother started his job and I started going to university, she had to learn to operate it. I tried to make her understand but I could not. My brother did it in one sitting. Mom's reaction was "You explain things in a complex way." This was not just mom. My friends were on with it too, "You do understand we cannot comprehend a single word you are teaching us?" they used to say during group study. I developed a lot from those times. I could hold a teaching job for two years with dignity- so I guess this says a bit. But in my mind, in my subconscious, I was always- a lover of complicating and complex things. I love seeing complex equations in papers, books and slides. I remember, in my final year, I used to attend one of our teachers' class with an enhanced level of concentration, unlike other classes- because the slides he taught had s...