e-Waste for E-Conservation

Father Bulchand was a rare individual. The first impression I had of him was that he appeared to be bundle of energy. That energy seemed to come out from his stare which seemed to go right through you. He was our high school maths teacher, and though he was brilliant in the subject, he presumed…

On Sun, Sep 1, 2013 at 2:26 PM, Anthony A Mendonca Ignatius BraganzaRonald RasquinhaLeeladhar ( can’t recall the family name )Leo/Lucas CardozCyril FurtadoMartin D’saWoy FernandesThomas Castellino Thank you very muchTony MendoncaBoarder & Class of 1975

In St. Stanislaus High School, then as perhaps now, there were boys from all communities and we were peaceful. Typical competitive behavior was but natural as in any other school. The typical school day began with the prayer in the shed (as we called it then – the space between the stationary and the Donnelly…

That day in 1950 when I stood with a small cake in one hand and with the other, I clutched my mother’s hand. My confusion knew no bounds. Why was I here? Who was this guy with the white frock? Why did my mother bring my bedding and that tin box with my clothes? Where…

I would recommend reading this article “The caste busters” that appeared in New York Times recently (The article is based on a theme from the author’s book). What fascinated me, was the sense of ambition and ability that Misal demonstrates — to be able to exploit the medium of TV to its maximum. I wonder…