1. One of our masters, Krishnankutty Nair sir, passed into
the mist of time this morning. He'd joined school almost
around the same time as I did in '67. Yet another link to
those wonderful, halcyon days at school has snapped.
Since our class was taught Hindi by the late BC Pandey
sir, my only experience of his instruction was in the 7th
class when he'd just joined the school and that too,
when he stood in for Pandey sir.
2. Memories come rushing about those days.
* How we in our childhood exuberance found mirth in the way he stuffed his hands into his pockets while moving around.
* He was nicknamed kishkoo, keekoo etc.
* His coming into the class for the first time and teaching us the lesson, 'Hamaara Jhanda' with an added emphasis to the 'Jh' of the jhanda!
* Him lamenting in the class after a test paper that 'many of us had written 'Kushna' instead of Krishna.'
3. He was kind hearted and a gentleman to the core and
readily pardoned us for our childish pranks.
4. He was an accomplished stage artiste and it was a
feast to us, in the audience, to see him and CKC sir
clashing on the stage with their histrionic abilities, in an
entertainment programme put up by the staff.
5. Krishnankutty Nair sir, they don't make them teachers
like you any more. I consider myself privileged to have
been nurtured under your tutelage.
6. RIP sir. My tears and prayers. May your near and dear
ones have the strength to pass through these stressful
A quiet and unassuming gentleman who had an
enormous amount of patience because he simply loved