e-Waste for E-Conservation

Who we remember from our childhood and who we forget is probably not a matter of choice. Those we yet remember may have struck us at that time as unusual people from a child’s point of view. Well here are some I yet remember. One was Prem who was in charge of keeping the toilets…

Mea Culpa (maxima)! Yes, I confess. Hey what could I (we) do, we always seemed to be hungry. With little or no pocket money, buying extras from Bro Pinerio (a great artist) was out of the question. So was buying during school from Master Gregory’s canteen. He and his son Nobert were on the look…

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…

If there’s anyone who remains firmly in my memory, it is Joe who ran the infirmary. He was always dresssed very neatly, if I remember his favorite was a khaki pant and a white bush shirt worn out (as against being worn inside the pant) and it gave the impression of being clinical. He was…

I picked this YT-video from a Facebook post (thanks Lee!), that is evidently choreographed to drive home an anti-bullying message. https://web.archive.org/web/20210622143014if_/http://www.youtube.com/embed/MhYyAa0VnyY A great show, however the message is not so evident from the dance alone. So I decided to mash-up this with an article written by Editor-in-chief Trine Eilertsen at Bergens Tidende. I believe there…

‘Tis hard to imagine the medicine man old and infirm on a bed.In this child’s eyes all was well for Joe was his Peter Pan! Hard to imagine the medicine man with heart so large and full of love, old and infrm on a bed a battle weary hero whose had enough. Imagine the medicine…