Sagar Chandra Roy

I am a very new apprentice researcher; have just one conference paper. Find my research at (please, do not be disappointed if you did not find anything huge) my Google Scholar profile.

Currently a manuscript is under preparation on the Supercooled and Glassy States of Acetonitrile in Titan-like conditions.

Also find me at my ORCID .

In summer 2023, I worked briefly as a Housing Dispatch, and as an Hourly at Mullins Library at University of Arkansas as part of summer employment.

I am currently a Cross Cultural Mentor (CCM) with International Students and Scholars at University of Arkansas. I have volunteered an approximate total of 180+ hours as a CCM. I have previously served in 2023-24 academic year and continuing to serve in 2024-25 academic year.

Besides that, I am a Member of International Culture Team (ICT), volunteered at Faytteville Public Library and so on. Well, here goes a list my community engagements–

I was born in September, 1994, in a moslty beautiful but weird named village called Bharicotta in Cumilla, Bangladesh. My maternal grandpa and grandma, who lived some 15 miles away in another village called Nabiabad, hired a band party and came playing music and dancing all the way to our village on my Yatra/Jatra day. I assume they wanted to make some noise because I was their first grandkid. However, I am not sure if I liked all the noise on the 9th day of my birth, I totally do not remember. Maybe I did, I need to ask my parents and grandma about that. My brother followed me in 1996, and I also do not recall anything about those days.

Looking back, the earliest times in my life I can vaguely remember is some time before 1998— some instances of my maternal grandpa visitng us along with grandma, or me going to to visit them and so on. I was just two/three years old, but somehow I remember those times? Strange!

In 1998, my maternal grandpa died and there was a really big flood that year! Our village got entirely flooded. My grandparents house, on the other hand, was pretty dry. So on the request of my parents my eldest paternal uncle transported a four year old me to there carrying me on his shoulder saving me from water whereas he himself was pushing through chest-high water. Well, not just my grandpa, grandma or my uncles, on my growing up I received immense amount of love and care from everyone around me. I have started to write about them seperately here, so I will not get into detail at the moment but will touch upon occasionally.

Both of my grandpas were great Men, they broke barriers, they stood out in an enviroment which was not very conducive for learning, growth or bringing up kids. Interestingly, they both have similar sounding names– Ananda Roy (AR) is paternal grandfather and Gobinda Roy (GR) is my maternal grandfather. GR died, as you know, in 1998! He was a venture capitalist, an entrepreneur, he invested in stock market, worked 4/5 corporate jobs, he made money and lost money, he was exceptionally kind (his friends still recall him for that) generally, was famously known among locals and his peers for his very good fluency in English language. But, maybe most importantly, he was serious about the education of his kids…