His life was gentle, and the elements mixed so well in him
that Nature might stand up and say to all the world, “This was a man.”
Dear Bishopites and friends.
Am putting a few words together to salute a giant of a man –
a leader of leaders, a God fearing individual and a gentleman to the core.
Mr B W Roberts is no
more in our midst but his legacy will live
on ,as he joins his master and takes his place at the table reserved for the chosen
ones .
As I join a lot of old boys in Pune in spirit ,to condone
and pray for his beloved soul , I cannot
help but reflect on the 20 years I spent in Bishops – 18 working under Mr
Roberts- 18 of the best years in my life .
He gave me a job in Bishops without even interviewing me –
he knew my mother from his Allahabad days and then trusted the recommendation of two of
my good friends who were in Bishops at that time – Alan Seymour and Michael
Gomes .
I reached Pune on a wet afternoon and after a quick bath was
taken to meet Mr Roberts . He was in the bungalow and he welcomed me warmly. I
had never visited a Principal in his house before but his first few words were
enough to make me feel happy and secure – “welcome to Bishops my boy and if you
need anything come and ask me”. We then had a cup of tea and ‘bhajiyas’ and talked
about Allahabad , our common hometown .
I also met Mrs Roberts and Jean that day and it was the beginning
of a lifelong friendship with the family . Although I lead a large number of
schools with thousands of pupils in the UAE now , everything I know about
Leadership was learnt from Mr Roberts – by listening , observing and working closely
with him . He was my mentor , guide and a father figure to many .
He was a tough leader, he knew his mind, was very determined,
loved to build, & was a strict disciplinarian. The word can’t was not in
his dictionary and he loved a challenge.
Who can forget Mr Roberts on his beloved Luna- wearing his
Academic gown and zipping around ! There are a million memories….
Mr Roberts at Assembly – an imposing figure at the mike –
leading the prayers and hymns – his booming voice setting the tone for the day.
When he was in a good mood, assemblies were fun. If something had gone wrong,
there was pin drop silence in the hall and everyone (teachers included ) left
in silence after assembly .Then there
was the dreaded mark reading . If you were among the top 15 in the class , all
was well – if anywhere among the failures you felt like sinking into the floor
because Mr Roberts made sure he blasted the day lights out of you “ Take 3
steps forward “ were words no boys wanted to hear and which I am sure many will
remember even today !
What about meal times – when he walked around the dining hall,
and joked with the MOD and some favourite boarders. He made sure he had a word
with the bearers and cooks as well.
Founders week- the church service where he gave the sermon
and talked about two types of people in the world- those who build and those
who destroy. He loved the fete and the counting of the coupons and taking in
the accounts to see how much profit had been made. He made sure that all those
who were helping him with the job at that time got an India Ice cream !! And yes
– put the remaining gifts on the table !
Boxing was something he enjoyed as well and year after year
he sat through all the bouts , cheering the boys on and pulling Aspi Irani’s
leg !( Boxers would remember Mr Irani )
The Prefect investiture ceremony on the uppers was another
of his favourites as he announced the names and pinned on the badges. The
speeches on such days were inspiring and so motivational
Although there were many old masters and teachers , all
respected and revered , Mr Roberts, Mr D Beaman and Mr R Ringrow – they made a great threesome and
ran Bishops for years together .
When I took over as First Assistant Master and later as Headmaster
, I worked closely with Mr Roberts and Mr Beaman and go to know them both very
well .
Mr Roberts loved to build – anything. A wall, a drain , a
room- give him something old to have pulled down and something new to have put up and he was in his elements !
It did not matter if it was early in the morning , in the
blazing sun at noon or at 8 pm when everyone was ready to relax- if he had a
plan , he made sure it was executed and he loved people to be around him .
We often got into his old ambassador and with his faithful
driver Shinde took off for the “Chor bazar” at 5 in the evening where he
personally bargained for and purchased furniture for staff quarters .
I often felt that in a previous life Mr Roberts was a
building contractor cum engineer. He was an expert where buildings are
concerned and knew plenty and more about steel, cement, sand, bricks, weights
and measures, dimensions etc. He was
responsible in a very large was for the new Simba block and the entire new wing
on St Margaret’s ground – both spacious , well designed buildings .
He spent many many days and weeks from 6 am till late at
night overseeing the construction of both – it was truly a labour of love .
Boys enjoyed working with him- lifting bricks, cleaning grass , removing rubble
. It was part of the SUPW in Bishops . He would roll up his sleeves and work
himself as well , such was his simplicity.
On the other hand he could have also been a lawyer – he had
a cupboard full of law books and quoted the law comfortably. I was often quite
amused when hearing him talk to the school lawyers and advising them exactly what
he wanted done – he would then sit for hours pouring over first drafts and
making changes and he was never wrong. He won all the cases he fought .
Mr Roberts loved his breakfast – Eggs, Toast and butter ,
Marmite , vegetables and coffee – he relished good food . Also vividly remember
an old cook cum bearer called Harry who would bring Mr Roberts scones and juice
to the office at around 11 am .If I
was there I would be offered a biscuit or a scone and both were yummy . I am
sure all would also remember his famous pipe which he smoked with relish .
There was one thing no one can deny – we were all scared of
Mr Roberts and that included me the Headmaster , Mr Beaman the boarding Suptd,
the Staff ,Parents Servants , boys and
even the very gentle Mrs Roberts . He ran a tight ship and as captain he
brooked no nonsense. Often I would chat with Mrs Roberts about school and both
of us would plan how to bell the cat the next morning! We would then go to Sirs
office together – if we saw him smiling we would go in a discuss what had to be
discussed – if there was any noise or shouting we would slink away to fight
another day! We often asked Das his peon about Sahib’s mood and if the signal
was green, we were relieved!
I could go on about Mr Roberts – him going into random
classes and teaching Chemistry/ Physics/ Math . His walking into the billiard room and taking a few shots (not realizing he
was playing with the MOD who was supposed to be on duty) , him firing parents
who dared to question him , him sitting for photographs being taken by Mr Jagos , him and the family attending the
Friday movie on the uppers, him welcoming the old boys at the lunch after the
Founders cricket match , him attending
the dorm feasts
Mr Roberts had no favourites . He treated everyone the same and
he was loved for his simplicity and down to earth attitude. There were no airs
and no graces.
Sir will go down in History as one of the longest serving
Principals of Bishops- the most loved
and respected - and under whose guidance the school had a name like no
other .
Mr Roberts sir – WE SALUTE YOU
2 comments:
Thank you, Sir, for penning such a heart-felt eulogy for Mr. Roberts. I'm from the batch of '96 & truly, the towering vision of Mr. Roberts (wearing his gown, clutching the podium with both hands, spectacles off, with a sombre expression, about to give out a passionate/angry discourse about some bad behaviour by the boys - usually involving the neighboring sister school), will remain etched in my mind. At that time, one of my ultimate ambitions, was to be able to read the Bible at assembly (I did get one chance & I think I got nervous & read it too fast) and Mr. Roberts whispered - 'Slow, slow'. My late father had also always held him in high regard (We were kids who attended school daily, from the NDA, Khadakwasla) & I remember him saying that you are lucky to be in such a school.
Of course, we remember his Luna, the SUPW & so many other fond memories (Mr Beaman, Smokey, Mr. Pope's parrot, Mr. Guzder's office, the fete, SUPW skill tests,Mr Wandre, the healing hands of Mr Austin..the list never ends..) but the fact remains that Mr. Roberts was indeed the Captain who commanded respect & sailed Bishop's school through the high seas, so much so, that his protégé will always sing the school song with a voice loud and strong & their chorus will re-echo through the hills. Rest in peace, dear Headmaster.
(Digression: My 4 year old is now in Matoshree national school, you had graced them with your presence in 2016, I would have loved to meet you then, but somehow, I couldn't. Thanks again, for everything Sir. Our Gratitude to you.)
Wonderful tribute to Mr Roberts. A lovely distillation of your memories sir.
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