Mr K P Menon – My Economics teacher
Things divine are not only powerful and mysterious, they are moving and stupendous as well. One of the most respected teachers I have come across in my life, Things divine are not only powerful and mysterious, they are moving and stupendous as well. One of the most respected teachers I have come across in my life, Mr K P Menon, Economics teacher and Ex-Beas house housemaster sahib in PPS, Nabha, passed away yesterday afternoon (June 18, 2015) in Kormangla, Bangalore, in his younger daughter’s house. A thorough gentleman who truly commanded respect without ever demanding it. The sadness it will evoke amid his community of reverent pupils, no doubt, will cut across all geographical state and national borders… will end up drowning both genders equally in sorrow, and the numerals like the house numbers and the batch years will sigh together, and in equal depth and thickness, at the irreparable loss. Now, the marvellous part is that Deepak Singh (R-576), Naveel Singla (R-547) and I went to meet him a day before yesterday. Though he was unwell, we three felt so blessed to be close to him and exchanged some precious words with him. He commanded his daughter to take pictures with us — imagine our kismet. Before 24 hours were over, he left the world. When I learnt it, I was shocked, found it difficult to believe, gaping in disbelief. Then, some time later, I smiled, mesmerized at the miraculous manifestations of the divinity. Menon Sir, we loved you, love you, and will always love you. Dear Sir, It was our privilege to be in the classroom and company of a great man like you. Thanks a ton Sirjee for waiting to bless us and sorry we were late to be of any service to you. and Ex-Beas house housemaster sahib in PPS, Nabha, passed away yesterday afternoon (June 18, 2015) in Kormangla, Bangalore, in his younger daughter’s house. A thorough gentleman who truly commanded respect without ever demanding it. The sadness it will evoke amid his community of reverent pupils, no doubt, will cut across all geographical state and national borders… will end up drowning both genders equally in sorrow, and the numerals like the house numbers and the batch years will sigh together, and in equal depth and thickness, at the irreparable loss. Now, the marvelous part is that Deepak Singh (R-576), Naveel Singla (R-547) and I went to meet him a day before yesterday. Though he was unwell, we three felt so blessed to be close to him and exchanged some precious words with him. He commanded his daughter to take pictures with us — imagine our kismet. Before 24 hours were over, he left the world. When I learnt it, I was shocked, found it difficult to believe, gaping in disbelief. Then, some time later, I smiled, mesmerised at the miraculous manifestations of the divinity. Menon Sir, we loved you, love you, and will always love you. Dear Sir, It was our privilege to be in the classroom and company of a great man like you. Thanks a ton Sirjee for waiting to bless us and sorry we were late to be of any service to you.
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Deepak, Naveel and I in the aura of Mr K M P Menon’s blessing; in Bangalore, a day before he replaced the North Star in the sky. A man, I have been told, is measured by his deeds. And this one — even though looking frail and fatigued lying on the bed — was yet powerful enough to negotiate with Godjee Himself a day’s extension so that he could offer us not only his much-cherished darshan, but also shower us with his blessings as well. “We,” mind you, here doesn’t only imply three visible student faces…but mere PPS di sari fraternity that the legends like him nurtured with their qualities of mind and heart. Now, who wants to argue with me that only bad people have addictions…
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