ROOM 103: WHERE ENGLISH COMES ALIVE.

A TRIBUTE TO PROFESSOR A.V. -MEMORIES OF SEMESTER TWO!

Just a few steps from English Hall,

Room 103 is a favourite for all!

The place where joy and happiness bloom,

That fills the cheerful 103 room.

Enter Professor Veda Andrew each day,

On time, always — whatever may!

With books in hand and eyes that gleam,

And every class feels like a dream.

His handwriting is hard to decode,

A mysterious script, like a secret code!

He's our favourite — wise and kind,

With a truly brilliant mind.

A happy place where we read and learn,

Where passion for English will forever burn!

Hello Prof. A.V. Sir,

You were the one who truly sparked my interest in learning the English language. I still remember the sessions you conducted in the Literature Laboratory—they were both engaging and enlightening. I thoroughly enjoyed every English class in the second semester and learned so much. Brainstorming was a major highlight of your classes, and it always encouraged us to think deeply.

How could I forget—"Live long and prosper." You're one of the finest professors in this college. You always made the class engaging and fun-filled. You also introduced us to a wide range of books, and I’m grateful for that. You appreciated every little thing happening around the classroom, making each session lively and inclusive.

I will truly miss your classes in the upcoming semester, but the memories will forever remain in our hearts.

"I consider this CHOCOLATE to be my greatest academic achievement."

💗"RISE STRONG,SHINE BRIGHTER."💗

-RAA

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