There had another unfortunate incident in CEC, second time this year – demise of our very own Soorajettan, the ongoing Chairman of the senate. I dunno what to write upon his contributions to CEC. A mere post might not be enough to write them all down here, and above all, the love and affection he spreaded over all CECians will ever be cherished… We love you Soorajetta….
Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat–
Found the one gift of which fortune bereft us,
Lost all the others she lets us devote;
They, with the gold to give, doled him out silver,
So much was theirs who so little allowed:
How all our copper had gone for his service!
Rags–were they purple, his heart had been proud!
We that had loved him so, followed him, honoured him,
Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,
Learned his great language, caught his clear accents,
Made him our pattern to live and to die!
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us,
Burns, Shelley, were with us,–they watch from their graves!
He alone breaks from the van and the free-men,
–He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves!let him never come back to us!
There would be doubt, hesitation and pain,
Forced praise on our part–the glimmer of twilight,
Never glad confident morning again!
Best fight on well, for we taught him–strike gallantly,
Menace our heart ere we master his own;
Then let him receive the new knowledge and wait us,
Pardoned in heaven, the first by the throne!
-- Robert Browning
Arunanand T A,