There was a time when our Physics laboratory did not have enough apparatus.
Not enough equipment.
Not enough budget.
Sometimes, not even the proper setup shown in the textbook.
So we did what teachers and students have always done when resources were scarce.
We improvised.
What you see in this photograph is not a standard laboratory kit.
It is a collection of borrowed ideas, copper rods, magnets, bits of polystyrene and plenty of optimism.
Together, my students and I tried to build our own version of the current-carrying conductor experiment.
No instruction manual.
No YouTube tutorial.
No simulation.
Just a rough understanding of Physics and a willingness to experiment.
I still remember those afternoons.
Some of the copper rods were bent.
We straightened them together.
Some alignments failed.
We tried again.
The setup looked more like a construction site than a Physics experiment.
Yet nobody complained.
In fact, that was the fun.
And then came the moment.
Power on.
Current flowed.
The wire moved.
For a few seconds, the whole laboratory erupted.
Cheers.
Laughter.
Disbelief.
I can still hear it today.
Not because the experiment was difficult.
But because we made it work.
Together.
Of course, reality was never as neat as the textbook.
Sometimes the current was too large.
A spark appeared.
The students became even more excited.
Sometimes the copper conductor grew hot.
Someone touched it.
An immediate "Aiyo!" echoed across the laboratory.
For a moment, Physics was no longer a diagram.
It was alive.
When I look at this photograph today, I cannot help wondering what we have gained and what we have lost.
Today's students can run a simulation in seconds.
The conductor moves perfectly.
The graph appears instantly.
Nothing bends.
Nothing breaks.
Nobody sweats.
Nobody gets surprised.
Nobody accidentally discovers anything.
Perhaps that is why I treasure this memory.
Not because the experiment was perfect.
It wasn't.
Not because the apparatus was complete.
It definitely wasn't.
But because the joy was real.
The failure was real.
The thinking was real.
And when success finally came, the celebration was real too.
