In memory of my teacher, BJ

BJ was never just a lecturer to us. He was, at once, a father, a friend, and a teacher. He guided without imposing, corrected without humiliating, and encouraged without flattery. You could approach him with intellectual doubts, personal anxieties, or even the uncertainties of youth, and he would listen—truly listen—before speaking in that calm, reflective manner that made you feel wiser simply by being in his presence.