When I look back on my years as a school boy, I remember a teacher who left an indelible impression on my mind for various reasons. He taught Mathematics, was energetic, strict and determined to see that no pupil was ever left behind in the subject.
He was empathetic, motivational, original and caring. Period after period, he went about his task methodically. For him, teaching was definitely a passion. While I did not excel in the subject, what he taught me, stayed with me, and today, when I look back 40 odd years later , it was probably he who unknowingly motivated me to become a teacher.
The year was 1968 but the memories are vivid. I was in St Joseph’s Allahabad .
We called him UNCLE JOE – he was a master, guide, father figure, math whiz, tutor and an orphan.
Being brought up by a single parent myself I guess I was drawn to him . Having not done well in the subject my mother asked me to approach him for private tuition, which I did rather hesitatingly as I knew my mother could hardly afford it .
I also asked him how much he would charge. He asked me to start tuition and informed me that he would talk about charges later. He never did .
Day after day and month after month, me and a few others like me were knocking at his door at 5. 30 am . Being a bachelor, his room was always untidy with newspapers strewn around – he was a voracious reader .
He would clear the table by sweeping everything on to the floor and for an hour we would be immersed in sums . Whether adding, subtracting, dividing or multiplying – from the top, the bottom , side ways , on paper or in his head , the answer were always correct .
Algebra, Arithmetic and Geometry began making sense all of a sudden and he managed to clear concepts like no other teacher had ever done .
The year went by and I managed to pass with good marks.
When I went to show him my report card , he congratulated me - I then asked him about his charges .
He smiled and said ‘ No charge Michael ‘ Just pray for me .
Uncle Joe died a few years later –he had been ill and no one knew it - he was only 40 . May his soul rest in peace.
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.”
Thank you Sir