Kestobabu and Subirbabu were partners. One in the first left room once you enter the school and the other in the adjacent room before the laboratory collapsible gate. They were Headmaster and Asst. Headmaster of our great school for a long period, almost the entire time I was in secondary. They managed the school in turbulent days. I really don’t understand why I used to run away and get into my class room with the very sight of any of them. None of them ever even scolded me. We lost Subirbabu sometime back. The alumni association did not get any chance to felicitate him before he passed away. I posted the other bad news too in my previous update to the site. But we did not miss to honour him this time. The association felicitated Krishna Chandra Chakraborti ( popularly known as Kestobabu ) in its last reunion on 14th Sept. 2008. He could not make it to the the reunion venue due to his prolonged illness. Jogajibanda went with our small memento to his residence and handed him over the mark of our deep regards. We have two snaps of the occassion from Jogagibanda’s phone camera. Those are not the best works of Jogada I should say. But it captures the moments. So thanks Jogada for mailing those snaps – otherwise we would have lost the moment too ….
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I don’t have enough information to write an obituary on him. As far as I know, he was born in Kolakopa ( presently in Bangladesh ) and was a scholar from his childhood. He got Calcutta University gold medal in Education. He was not a left hander but I was just inspired when he drew the outline of map of India with his left hand in just about 30 secs. I was in class VI then I remember not flapping my eyelids for sometime. When it was needed in class X , I practiced to finish it in 40 secs though with my right hand of course .
I had Kestobabu as English teacher in the 1960’s. He came back from BT Training. I still remember he was practicing his teaching skills when I was in Class VII. His subject was, believe it or not, geography of Canada. I will always remember why it is called Nova Scotia ( New Scotland): the place remineded the migrants so much of the old country! Yes, therer were times when we were terrified by his temper but the love behind was also unmistakable. After 31 years in Europe where I have to use English so extensively, I remember very fondly how he took us through the steps. I never got the accent right ( even today) but got the grammer right: that is how I have survived. A sad day for me.