(Our tribute to the most loved teacher in school)
Mr. Prashant Kumar Bagchi.... we love you, Sir!!
He remembered each and every boy who passed out
Didn’t matter if you were a star or went without a shout
In his eyes every boy was the same
He would tell you every incident with the exact name.
A man who lived to love all his boys
For him there were no Brigadier and no Vice Roys
You will remain a student whom he helped grow
His affection for his boys was always a grand show.
If angry, he was a blind warrior,
But when in mood, Boy! no one was merrier.
He could tell you stories - grand and untold,
But his present boys were best, mind you - not the old.
He had no favorites; everyone was his own
Everyone was “bhondu-paattha”, though a difference in his tone
Clear in his heart and straight with his talk
By God, if he is pissed, you are in for a shock.
Don’t look for a horse or a taanga
If behind you with a bat is Baanga
Run for your life and get out of his sight
So what if you are the school captain, kick he might!
We love you Sir, for the man you are
We love you Sir, you are the best by far
We miss you now on visits to the Oak
People like you made a man out of a wild bloke.