Found out from our neighbors in India that Mr. Sundaram, my math tutor, passed away earlier this week of old age. He was 99. He was a retired Indian Air Force pilot and a retired professor at IIT (India's MIT). Up until 6th grade, I used to get A's in every class except for math and it turned into a problem in 6th grade when my teacher refused to let me slide by with less than mediocre grades. My parents found a tutor and I was told I needed to seek help. Going to a tutor in India was considered in a very negative light. I still remember walking up to him tiny home and being left at the door. He welcomed me in, taught me the first chapter and asked me to do the problems. I made my first of two mistakes with him by asking him which ones. He replied, "what do you mean which ones? All of them." Then he went back to tapping his fingers on the side of his chair while 3 other students and I started doing the problems. A few minutes later, I made the second mistake by asking him to help me with a problem I couldn't solve. He looked at me and said that he had already taught me the lesson and there were no tricks. I protested saying I didn't know how to solve it. He asked me how many times I had read the question. Irritated, I replied with some stupid number. He calmly said give it a few more readings. After 5 minutes of grinding my teeth and not really reading the question, I asked him again. He replied with the same response as earlier - read it a few more times, you will get it. The other 3 kids laughed at me under their breaths. I went home pissed thinking my parents were paying this guy to help me with math and he just sat there playing with his fingers and I was to go to him for an hour every freaking day and for two hours on weekends. I remember waking up in the middle of the night that night, scribbling down the answer to the question and proudly took it to him the following evening. Expecting praise, I walked in with a smug look and proclaimed that I had solved the question. He looked at it and said, "good. Now finish the other 119 problems in this chapter so you can go on to the next chapter. You have a lot to make up before you get to where the others' are." In the three and a half years I worked with him before leaving India, I asked him 3 questions after that first day (he answered only 2 of them). He taught me a lot of math but more importantly he taught how to think on my own and not give up if I couldn't find the solution in the first few attempts. He showed me how math could be incredibly beautiful and elegant. He taught me how to be patient not just with others but with myself. After working with him, I went from barely passing math in 6th grade to the 5th highest scorer in the 10th grade national board exam for math in all of India. It remains one of my proudest accomplishments to date. RIP Mr. SS. Thank you for all that you taught me and for being the most wonderful teacher I ever had.