Sunday Surkhi--Late Entry

I was busy with Grandchildren (extremely important consideration).
Anyway
I just am posting my experience with my friend who died of brain tumor.
He and I were the second and third "high School graduates" of our village. I shall relate the story of the first one later some time.
We spread wide and far after graduation and leaving the School. I had heard his name that he bacame BA and BT and was Head Master of some schools including our own school in Kakrali (Dist. Gujrat in Panjab). Years passed and I was in London visiting my sister when I was told he is in London staying with his younger brother (some time in the late nineties) and that he was sick. So some friend took me to see him. That was the first time after graduation I was meeting him and of course I knew it would be the last. He sat with me and told me how he was treated by the (neurosurgeons) in Pakistan as they were very very respectful to him and took great care of him. He knew I was Neurologist but could not give me more specific detail, but I was happy to see him and so was he.
Respect for teachers is something not necessarily common these days (in Pakistan) any more, so the feelings he had when he was treated respectfully I can understand. What happened to these basic values? Teachers may have to share some blame as they have become too professional and do not impart real education to leave the child "thirsty" so they can earn with "tuition", but I feel whatever the way teachers behave they still deserve respect, that is the Islamic teaching. Each teacher of my younger dyas is still alive in my memories and I still hold all of them in great respect.