TO Sir with love, here is not the famous 1967 Sydney Poitier movie but is the title of the documentary I had produced on the demise of Mr. Hugh Catchpole, our Principal and mentor. My first contact with the fabled teacher came when I appeared for the competitive examination for admission in PAF Public School Sargodha. Mr Catchpole conducted the interview, asking probing questions to gauge our personality, intellect and potential for being developed into officers for Pakistan Air Force (PAF). It has been over sixty years but the impression he left on our tender minds is still fresh in my memory. One of the questions he asked me was “What was your position in class in the last examination?” I spontaneously replied, “Twentieth Sir!” He burst into laughter and told the other members in his typical style: “Well I mean gentlemen. One truthful boy at last! All others we have examined since morning have either come first or second.”
The next time we set eyes on him was when we reported to the school. Mr Catchpole greeted us at the gate; addressing each one of us by name (he had taken the trouble of memorizing our names through our photographs). Later we would see him everywhere. By the time we joined the Public School, he was at the ripe age of sixty two but the ubiquitous Mr. Catchpole was everywhere. Come summer or winter, morning jerks (P.T.), drill and games were personally supervised by him. Additionally, he would teach each course English grammar, imparting such golden rules of composition, which still hold us in good stead. Teaching us also gave him a chance to know each one of us better. On weekends, he would loan us his air-gun with slugs to go and hunt for birds or rabbits. He would join us for games of table tennis and if we happened to get the better of him, he would hand out instant cash rewards. A keen sportsman, gymnast and swimmer, he would readily participate in various events and impart tips of excelling in the sport. Mr. Catchpole, despite his age, would patrol at night quietly on his bike to apprehend those of us daring to break bounds. Despite his being quite as a mouse, we would be forewarned of Mr. Catchpole’s presence, by the whiff of the rich tobacco he would use in his pipe. Perhaps it was intentional, because he did not want to really catch us but warn us to be careful.
He was a confirmed bachelor and like the hero of James Hilton’s epic novel Good-bye, Mr. Chips, dedicated himself to teaching and grooming future officers and gentlemen. Hugh Catchpole was educated at Oxford University. Equipped with degrees of Masters in Urdu and Indian History, he came to the Sub-Continent in the 1920s to teach Urdu to Englishmen at Fort William College. After a brief stint in the Royal Army, he joined the Prince of Wales Royal Military College Dehradun, now renamed as Rashtriya Indian Military College (RIMC) where he ultimately rose to the rank of Principal. The pioneering Generals, Admirals and Air Marshals of both India, Pakistan and later Bangladesh had been his students.
In 1952, he was invited by his former students to establish Cadet College Hasanabdal and become its Founder Principal. In 1958, he took up the mantle of the Principal of PAF Public School Sargodha, from where he retired in 1967. Instead of returning home, he decided to stay on in Pakistan and dedicate his life to providing quality education and contributing to the character development of young boys and remained one of the Sub-Continent’s most venerated figures in the field of education. Much after his departure, we discovered that he had been supporting numerous deserving students from humble backgrounds through his own sources but never letting anyone find out about his benevolence lest he embarrass the beneficiary.
The values he imparted to his students enabled them to become not only officers and gentlemen but also imbibed in them qualities, norms and mores of serving their country and society to the best of their abilities. He had a photographic memory and never forgot his students. In 1976, when I was a Flight Lieutenant, we met at a get together at Rawalpindi Club. Mr. Catchpole looked at me and said: “Well, I mean don’t tell me, you are Sultan Mahmood Hali School Number 739 of Sabre House” and left me dumbfounded.
Hugh Catchpole initially taught at the Burn Hall Army Public School at Abbottabad and later at the Abbottabad Public School, where he died at the age of 89. I still remember his funeral at the Church on Mall Road Rawalpindi. The Church was jam packed but the only two Christians present were the pastor conducting the service and the mortal remains of Mr. Catchpole. Air Marshals Asghar Khan, Nur Khan, Air Chief Marshal Abbas Khattak, Lieutenant Generals Gul Hasan, Sahabzada Yaqub Ali Khan, Major General Sher Ali Pataudi and numerous students of Mr. Catchpole, Rimcollians (alumnus of RIMC), Abdalians, Sargodhians, Abbottonians and others all had turned to pay homage to their teacher and mentor. As per his will, Mr. Catchpole was buried at Cadet College Hasanabdal. Students from all the institutions he had taught at presented a guard of honour. A monument has been erected at Hasanabdal to commemorate his services. During his lifetime, the British government had conferred upon him awards of Commander of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire (CBE) and Officer of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire (OBE). The Government of Pakistan awarded him with Sitara-e-Imtiaz and Hilal-e-Imtiaz while on May 26, 2007, the occasion of birth centenary of Mr. Hugh Catchpole, Pakistan Post issued a commemorative stamp.
We are poorer with the loss of a dedicated and true educationist like Mr Catchpole, but his students in the sub-continent and spread all over the globe, in various capacities, soldiers, sailors, airmen, bureaucrats, entrepreneurs and educationists, carry values instilled in us forward.
—The writer is a Retired Group Captain of PAF, who has written several books on China.
Email: sultanm.hali@gmail.com
views expressed are writer’s own.
