It's sad to hear that yet another classmate of mine has passed into the mist of time. And it's
another name struck off from a get together that we've been planning.
Let me try to remember P Mohan from the picture that I've of his, deep within. Roll no. 405,
who'd joined school a year earlier than me. The first thing that comes to my mind is CKC sir, master in Malayalam, addressing him as 'Pim' and in return, he used to give a thin lipped smile that was his hallmark. I must admit that we used to move in different groups and hence, weren't close friends while at school. And he used to be well groomed at all times.
Another thing that I remember was the continuous ribbing that he used to be subjected to by some among us about his almost non-existent butt, augmented with artificial ones and the beauty about him was that he neither got upset nor got angry at his tormentors. Probably, he was far more mature than most of us and considered our childishness as something that needed to be endured as a matter of course. I also remember him to be extremely shy who studiously kept away from the limelight.
It's a sad revelation about his divorce and perhaps, that must have taken a toll on him, his health. One would not expect such a thing even on one's enemy! He's two daughters.
RIP, P Mohan! I consider it as a privilege to have been your classmate.
Tailpiece.
Must endeavour to contact his daughters and convey our condolences. They need to also know that his clutch of classmates do care and would like to make them an integral part of this large family.
another name struck off from a get together that we've been planning.
Let me try to remember P Mohan from the picture that I've of his, deep within. Roll no. 405,
who'd joined school a year earlier than me. The first thing that comes to my mind is CKC sir, master in Malayalam, addressing him as 'Pim' and in return, he used to give a thin lipped smile that was his hallmark. I must admit that we used to move in different groups and hence, weren't close friends while at school. And he used to be well groomed at all times.
Another thing that I remember was the continuous ribbing that he used to be subjected to by some among us about his almost non-existent butt, augmented with artificial ones and the beauty about him was that he neither got upset nor got angry at his tormentors. Probably, he was far more mature than most of us and considered our childishness as something that needed to be endured as a matter of course. I also remember him to be extremely shy who studiously kept away from the limelight.
It's a sad revelation about his divorce and perhaps, that must have taken a toll on him, his health. One would not expect such a thing even on one's enemy! He's two daughters.
RIP, P Mohan! I consider it as a privilege to have been your classmate.
Tailpiece.
Must endeavour to contact his daughters and convey our condolences. They need to also know that his clutch of classmates do care and would like to make them an integral part of this large family.
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