king of jargons

that is PR, our teacher, who taught us Sociology... actually he taught us thinking, he showed new directions for our under-graduate and post-graduate studies... now i think, he taught us how to live...very very modern, this dhoti-clad, bald-headed professor was and still is extremely contemporary...
like a teacher, he wanted most of his students to get into teaching, but never stopped any one from doing what he/she wanted, so when i moved cities after marriage (to another student of his) and started working, he kept mum...
some things he said have stayed on with me like "growing up is agonising"... what the heck we thought when he said this... now i know how true that can get.
"every choice includes an exclusion"... jargons, thought we... now i realise, this is life...
whenever i write, i think what would this teacher of mine have said if he were to read my writings?
he would smile, i know, but with many of my writings, because we do not take any positions, any slants, he would not comment...
that is possibly the difference between a teacher and a journo... it is a difference in paradigm... jargon again? ahem, ahem...