Respected sir,
Good morning to you!
Last Monday while searching for some books in CLC Dimapur, I saw your picture on one booklet, which happened to be your autobiography. Gladly I bought it as one of the treasures and read it. Once I started reading it, I didn’t want to leave it till it is finished, and so it took two days .It is indeed a joy for me to have replenished in memory through the reading of your autobiography after so many years, and I wish all my colleagues to buy and read it.
Sir, I was one of your students in Naga National High School, Mokokchung from 1954 to 1955 studying in class 8 to 9 .From the day you came to be our headmaster,many good changes took place in us. The other teachers were also all dedicated ones, who never bothered for their salary, but they gave us their best in spite of political unrest then.
I vividly remember how many times the Assam police and Indian armies came to close our school, and on all those difficult times, you stood for us. At last, on October 15, 1955 Saturday midnight, the Indian armies came and chased us out of the hostels. The students both boys and girls were gathered in the school compound, and the merciless commander ordered us to vacate the hostels and school that very moment. On this, you pleaded them to have mercy on the innocent students, but your request was turned down .We had no other option, but to leave hostels leaving all our belongings except beddings and books. The girls and minor students were crying while the Indian armies were laughing at us. On midnight itself, the Indian armies took over our hostels as their barrack. I wonder how many of those merciless soldiers are still alive or what has become of their children!
Sir, in spite of all these unspeakable circumstances, you and your colleagues imparted us not only education with the best tools, but you started Sunday morning devotions in our auditorium every Sunday, where many lives were shaped. Above all other good things both spiritual and others, one priceless thing none of us can by no means forget is, “your life-that taught us.” With this, you have conquered many ups and downs in life. In service life you faced deprivation and humiliation, but sir, you overcame them through perseverance which was also in Christ Jesus. May His grace abound in your family life.
Sir, 56 years ago, you taught us a chorus on Sunday devotion, which never goes out of my memory and still singing seeing your lovely face-
Somewhere beyond the blue, there’s a mansion for me,
Somewhere beyond the blue, I am longing to be,
I’ll see my Savior’s face and sing His loving grace,
Somewhere beyond the blue, some….day!
Yes sir,.….there, it is,….and sure we shall be there some…..day!
Good morning to you!
Last Monday while searching for some books in CLC Dimapur, I saw your picture on one booklet, which happened to be your autobiography. Gladly I bought it as one of the treasures and read it. Once I started reading it, I didn’t want to leave it till it is finished, and so it took two days .It is indeed a joy for me to have replenished in memory through the reading of your autobiography after so many years, and I wish all my colleagues to buy and read it.
Sir, I was one of your students in Naga National High School, Mokokchung from 1954 to 1955 studying in class 8 to 9 .From the day you came to be our headmaster,many good changes took place in us. The other teachers were also all dedicated ones, who never bothered for their salary, but they gave us their best in spite of political unrest then.
I vividly remember how many times the Assam police and Indian armies came to close our school, and on all those difficult times, you stood for us. At last, on October 15, 1955 Saturday midnight, the Indian armies came and chased us out of the hostels. The students both boys and girls were gathered in the school compound, and the merciless commander ordered us to vacate the hostels and school that very moment. On this, you pleaded them to have mercy on the innocent students, but your request was turned down .We had no other option, but to leave hostels leaving all our belongings except beddings and books. The girls and minor students were crying while the Indian armies were laughing at us. On midnight itself, the Indian armies took over our hostels as their barrack. I wonder how many of those merciless soldiers are still alive or what has become of their children!
Sir, in spite of all these unspeakable circumstances, you and your colleagues imparted us not only education with the best tools, but you started Sunday morning devotions in our auditorium every Sunday, where many lives were shaped. Above all other good things both spiritual and others, one priceless thing none of us can by no means forget is, “your life-that taught us.” With this, you have conquered many ups and downs in life. In service life you faced deprivation and humiliation, but sir, you overcame them through perseverance which was also in Christ Jesus. May His grace abound in your family life.
Sir, 56 years ago, you taught us a chorus on Sunday devotion, which never goes out of my memory and still singing seeing your lovely face-
Somewhere beyond the blue, there’s a mansion for me,
Somewhere beyond the blue, I am longing to be,
I’ll see my Savior’s face and sing His loving grace,
Somewhere beyond the blue, some….day!
Yes sir,.….there, it is,….and sure we shall be there some…..day!
From: Longshi Merry
#286, Duncan, Dimapur
#286, Duncan, Dimapur
