You made us laugh, you made us cry. With every breath we took, you made us alive!
Your wit and your cynicism, they were your tools.
Never was there a class you did not let us leave feeling rue.
But the load of work, the assignments and the 3AM deadlines, these were part and parcel of what made us fall in such admiration of you…
By breaking every conventional standard the way of life you did prove!
You shaped each of us into what we are today, you were the guiding hand in many of our lives.
I owe my first job to you Sir, my first top gradesheet, my first re-confidence, my first… For you today my heart cries…
Did you know, Sir, when each of us needed to feel special?
Was that why you had each of us singled out to mark us in your way so real?
Your Mirchi-sms will always stay with us, the after-class sessions many shared with you…
There is much each of us to you holds due.
I can see you shaking your head from up there now, smiling at all your students, indulgent of those who shed tears.
What else can I say, Sir? What else can I do? You were taken away much too soon, much too fast, much too early, and we’ll always miss you.
Thank you for being there and making such a big difference to our lives!
Rest in peace Sir!
Here’s to the undying spirit, the never tiring enthusiasm, the unselfish friendship, the remarkable humor and as V.S. put it, the 64-year-old guy who had multiple 25-year-olds drooling over him…!!
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