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New year resolutions...

... seemed to have played themselves out. Or at least that's how I saw it till some time ago. On further reflection, I found them to be a good mechanism to set or renew personal ambitions and goals.

So, if the Ex-Student Association was a person; I wonder what this person's New Year resolutions would be? The mission statement for the association can give some direction -- however these are useless unless backed up with acheivable targets (or even targets to stretch for).

1950 onwards

For the first five years of my life I was surrounded by women. My grandmother, spinster aunts, my mother and sister were all the family I knew, except of course for my mother's elder sister Maggie and her children. At that time in Ahmedabad, I was put in the Kindergarten at Mount Carmel's School where my youngest aunt was a teacher. Then one day I just walked out of the school and was presumed kidnapped or lost.

Letter to Mrs Sonia Gandhi / Person of Influence

Here are Mrs. Sonia Gandhis details.

ALL STANISLITES PAST AND PRESENT CAN USE THIS FORMAT AND EMAIL MRS GANDHI OR PERSONS WHO CAN INFLUENCE THE DISCUSSION

Email: soniagandhi@sansad.nic.in

Format of Letter

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Dear Mrs Gandhi/Name of Person,

I am an ex-student of a 150 year old renowned Jesuit institution located in Bandra, Mumbai namely St. Stanislaus High School.

Beginning life as a boarder.

After my tears rolled out of my eyes, I panned all over for my Mom but she had disappeared. I panicked and howled and tugged away from Brother Fonseca who held my hand firmly. He managed to control my hysterics and drew my attention to the small cake in my hand. Then he brought two or three small boys like me and we all held hands as in a rosary, as Brother led us to the Locker / Bathing rooms. I had never see so many showers in one place. I should've said I had never seen a shower at all. Then the lockers; strange boxes taller than me. Later we went to the dormitory which was a large hall with wooden flooring and only one metal cot in it. We were told to put our bed rolls on the floor and shown the adjoining bathing area. My new friends Bedford and Brian eyed my cake, so we dug into it and it quickly vanished. All the novelty of the moment and the many many boys of all shapes and sizes served to distract me. Then we were herded into the refectory which was another large rectangular hall with many long wooden tables and long benches. On them were metal plates and bowls. This was where we would have our meals.

New Boarders 1950

I was all of five years old when my Mom took me to this school in the evening, holding my hand. In her other hand she held a metal trunk and a bedroll under her arm. The very tall church and buildings seemed to zoom into the sky as I scanned the surroundings. We were greeted by a priest who I later learnt was Brother Fonseca. Of course I had no idea what was going to happen. But as the Brother took hold of my hand, I hugged the small cake my Mom had given me.

Launched and growing...

The launch has been and uneventful affair. The day after was one of a little stress, when we noticed that site was down. Unfortunately our hosting provider in the US decided to upgrade their systems. And guess what... Yupp, Murphy was there (The Murphy who said "If anything can go wrong, it will; at the worst possible moment")

Anyway we're up and running and growing -- a steady trickle and hoping it continues that way, i,e, a steady trickle rather than a huge rush and absolute silence.

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