Personal Life

Sanjay K. Sharma, FRSC
Professor | Author | Editor | Green Chemist

“A good novel tells us the truth about its hero; but a bad novel tells us the truth about its author.”
– G.K. Chesterton, Heretics

If you are here on this page you want to know me more…other than pronouncing ‘phenolphthalein’ correctly there is few more about me.

I am a true Scorpion, fierce determination, have a strong will power and is not the one who accept defeat easily.Behind this impeccable composure there lies an obedient (have to say now when I am a father) son, a caring husband (I think so) of beautiful wife Pratima (she is really nice companion for me, a brave gal tolerating me with all my arrogances and stupidity) who is equally supporting and caring and a loving (strict n clear on few issues) father of twins Kratika and Kunal.

Almost everyone has been exposed to what professors do in the classroom–they teach. However, teaching is only one aspect of a professor’s career. One of the attractive parts of being a professor is that you been surrounded by young minds who have so many dreams to fly high..and to be with them keeps me lively never reminds me the growing age.

I believe in family first. If my roots are deepen with my parents teachings which keeps me grounded. My branches are spreading with love and care of my wife and kids which allows me to touch the heights.

On my vacations, if not writing, you will find me playing chess or carom with Pratima, Kunal and Kratika or painting and don’t get surprised if you find me in kitchen cooking for kids , Yes I am not a bad cook !

Life is good and with god’s grace I am surrounded by caring and loving people, who allows me to shout, yell and then too understand me and bear me, Give time to get into my shell where I can pen down my thoughts.

All in all….. I am a chemistry professor, a researcher, a writer, a copyeditor, a mentor, an artist, a husband, a father and whole bunch of other things…… Jack of many trades… master of none.

“A story is a letter that the author writes to himself, to tell himself things that he would be unable to discover otherwise.”
– Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind