There is one person in his 50s, short, mostly in his favorite white shirt, grey haired with thick round glasses carrying a bundle of papers in one hand. He gets down from the bus, walks straight through the boulevard to the iron cabinets in the administrative section at the end of which resides his small wooden seat. The scene never changes. Stacks of old and new documents cover the window behind him. Over the years he has memorized the exact positions of each one of them.
Every student has great respect for him. From a first year fresher facing registration troubles to a final year grinning at back-paper forms. He is the help everyone seeks. Ask him for any document and he’ll give it to you the very next day. No procrastination in his case. Students crowd around him, asking, submitting or just listening. He has the right advice for everyone. All these years he has endured everything with patience.
For some he is the one with whom they can freely share their problems, for others his blessings have been the reason for their success and for many he is a father figure. Perhaps for this very reason the students pester him as well. But that never affects him. He patiently listens, advises right and solves all issues without complaints. He is someone whom the CETians lovingly and with the all their utmost respect call Bastiya sir.