Let me be honest.
I didn’t come into this department with pride.
I came with doubt.
With low expectations.
With that silent thought that this is going to be boring.
But today, if someone asks me which is the best department in MCC, I won’t blink. I won’t hesitate.
I’ll say it loud:
The Department of Economics. Not one of the best. The best.
It didn’t matter where I came from.
It didn’t matter if I had English fluency or city confidence.
What mattered here was effort.
And this department never judged me for who I was.
It only pushed me to become who I could be.
In these classrooms, I learned about poverty, scarcity, and growth while quietly fighting my own silent battles.
This department gave me space to be broken, confused, and lost and still treated me with respect.
That’s not education.
That’s love.
And you can’t fake that.
Let me say this with my whole chest:
If there’s a reason I believe in goodness in this world, it’s because I’ve seen it in the staffs of this department.
I’m an atheist. I don’t pray.
But if God exists anywhere,
It’s in the hearts of the people who teach here.
They didn’t just correct my papers.
They corrected the way I saw myself.
They didn’t just take classes.
They carried us every day even when we didn’t ask.
I’ve seen kindness in their eyes.
Softness in their voices.
And strength in their silence.
Some gave me a smile when I was falling apart.
Some pulled me back into the light when I was disappearing in silence.
They don’t just teach.
They understand.
In a world where students are often invisible. They made me feel seen.
They remember your name when the world forgets you.
They give you second chances without making you feel small.
They scold you without breaking you.
They lift you without bragging.
I’ve seen them:
Stay after class just to help one confused soul.
Ask “Are you okay?” not as formality, but as a genuine question.
Make us laugh, think, and cry, sometimes all in one hour.
Stand up for students when they needed someone in their corner.
They never asked for credit.
But they deserve all of it.
Because behind every student who passes, who grows, who survives, there’s a staff member quietly cheering in the background.
I’m an atheist. I don’t pray. I don’t believe in rituals or temples.
But if there’s a place I’ve seen God it’s in the way these staffs treat their students.
Their kindness, their patience, their simple way of showing up every day. It feels sacred.
They made me believe in something far greater than religion — human goodness.
He teaches Quantitative Maths
one of the scariest subjects in the department.
A subject where most students get arrears.
But here’s the truth:
Even when the class is scared, he remains composed.
Even when the syllabus is hard, he makes it feel possible.
That’s not just a good teacher but a good human.
Annadurai sir
He is also one of the good souls we met in our department.
He was always kind and supportive
Shobana Ma'am
She never even took me class.
But still she spoke to me like I mattered.
She helped me when I didn’t know who to go to.
Her kindness? Pure. Unexpected. And unforgettable.
Adeline Ma'am
Another professor who never took my subject,
but still smiled, still asked how I was doing, still made me feel welcome.
Not every teacher teaches with chalk.
Some teach just by being genuinely good humans. She’s one of them.
Sanjana Ma'am
She was my first EVS lecturer and had just joined newly.
And yet, from day one she was warm, approachable, and open-hearted.
She may be new to the department,
but her kindness already makes her feel like she’s always been here.
Ruth Ma'am
She taught us in our first year.
She is a very kind and friendly teacher.
Her way of teaching was easy to understand, and we all felt comfortable in her class.
To All of You…
You didn’t just give me knowledge.
You gave me belonging.
You didn’t just help me pass subjects.
You helped me pass phases in life I thought I couldn’t survive.
You may never fully know what your actions meant.
But I’ll carry them with me wherever I go.
This department is strong not because of its syllabus,
but because of people like you.


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