September 5th is always Teachers Day in India. That means no studies, little song-and-dance programs in classrooms and gifts of sweets for teachers.
My old teacher and school prefect Father Camille Bouche would have found little favour with today’s parents. A pink-faced Jesuit priest from Luxembourg he spoke English with a heavy Gallic accent. He smoked incessantly, stubbing out his cigarette as he walked into class, sometimes dropping ash down our collars. He used his cane liberally.