STANISLITES Segregation & Composting – Project Launch & Commitment on Children’s Day – December 8, 2012

Some years ago when I was in Mumbai to visit my Mother and sister, the Bandra Fair was on and I thought it would be a good idea to go around and remember old memories. I was so badly disappointed that if I ever go again it would be only to visit Mother Mary on…

Thinking about the most important period of my life, from the age of five to eighteen, brings on a tsunami wave of nostalgia that simply overwhelms me. Sure, this was the period that those who lived with parents at home may have gained values that guided their lives until now. But we did not live…

Many a time during my long residence at the St. Stanislaus High School Boarding, I just wished I could get away for good. From a small 5 year old among 250 boys (many were rowdy), to a rebellious teenager is one long road, especially with the hard knocks. But on that very last day when…

When I was little (six or seven maybe), the architecture and enormous structure of St. Peter’s Church held me in permanent awe. That awe included a kind of fear it generated, as if you were in the presence of a giant. Its interiors were even more awe inspiring, with its grand tall stained glass windows…