Tall, dark and wore glasses, he was a teacher of English who taught so well. Children fled with his sight as they feared his keen vision. But misunderstood was him, for what I knew of him. His heart was noble, made of Aurum, as we call it GOLD! in Latin. A man who was flawless at grammar of his taught language and devoted to the institution, that made him the Discipline In-charge of our school.
Taught by him for a couple of years, was our class, who misunderstood him like everyone else, but not for long, as we understood how soulful and pure he was. His name was Mr. Umesh Nath Pandey.
Me among his close students, at least that's what he would say, remained relied on him, to whom he'd not let any harm touch. Always helpful, even to those he knew did talk on his back. Unaffected he was by cajolery and blandishments as he was very clever and never took the credit of the good deeds he would do.
But, perhaps his nobility was adored by the Almighty more than us, for which we saw flowers pile up in the worst way. No one knew what to say, about a gold hearted man who died.
He said to me that he had swollen feet. I replied to him that he must see a doctor. He said to me that he would go to see a doctor during the summer vacations of that year. Unfortunate was the Earth, that witnessed his liver failure succeeded by the failure of many other organs, causing his demise on the mournful day of May 20, 2015 at 20:00 hours due to Hepatitis B.
The news was unbelievable to all those who heard it but equally displeasing, misty eyed making and saddening that would make his dears go numb for a week.
A man of honor; who taught us Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare so well, that I felt stabbed by the God, as Brutus did stab Caesar, when the news was confirmed; and he was gone, leaving his children with tears and pain of his loss.
For the school, it was like losing balance on a tightrope. The condolence of those two minutes felt like the longest two minutes, which were so less to accommodate all selfless philanthropy he had done.
The school remembers him everyday and still hopes his presence. His bravery and warm hearted nature are commended and felt with each of his memory. We mourn his death but do respect the Almighty's decision, for everything happens for collective good.
For him, a thousand times over!
For I've known, the greatest sin is theft. When you lie, you steal someone's right to truth. When you kill, you rob someone of a dear one.
Well now, we've become victims of a sin, committed by the Almighty, to rob me of a teacher, to rob the world of a golden heart.
Well, competent was he, but perhaps life is more unpredictable.
We pray to God,
"Let him rest in peace"
— Shantanu Shubham
I do acknowledge of the major role U.N. Pandey Sir played to make me eligible to write this and I consider myself fortunate to approve of the opportunity.
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