Death of an old man, we are told, is like a whole library in flames. When a teacher dies, what image does it evoke in the mind of the pupil? It is like a whole world of knowledge consumed in a volcanic eruption. It becomes even more devastating when the departed is not just a teacher but a friend, a mentor and a staunch believer in the promise latent in the future of the pupil. You meet them at every bus-stop of life.
