Twenty three after passing out from DPS, RK Puram, I woke up this morning with a strange dream. I was back in school chatting with one my favourite teachers, Ravi Gopinath. He was asking me how life had shaped up and if I was contributing to the world around me. I woke up and scrambled to my laptop to look him up on facebook. I did not expect to see what I found http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=172807585365#!/group.php?gid=172807585365.
I never met Mr. Gopinath after 1988, though I thought of him at times. A line he wrote on my 12th standard yearbook remains imprinted in my memory, even though the yearbook is long gone. In his impeccable handwriting, he had said I was one of the few who reminded him of his own school days in St. Columba's...and he wished me the best in life.
The day has passed in silence. I am deeply affected. I have read blog posts written by his friends, well wishers and students. In our memory, Ravi Gopinath will forever remain a gentle, endearing, charismatic and quietly passionate soul, the likes of whom one rarely comes across during our life's journey.
Rest In Peace, Sir.
Monday, March 7, 2011
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