Mr Minoo Homi Batlivala

Hello all, I went into the boarding school at the age of 6 – (1965-1974 ) Fr. Casale was the school principal atthe time and Fr. Kenneth was the boarding school prefect, supervisor, carer, surrogate parent etc. My elder brother Pierre for whom school was an adventure was a reassuring presence. I for one was…

More names keep popping in my head. There was Thomas Marshal, who I know became a really good commercial artist. Then there was Reggie, who I thought looked always very sleepy. There were the brothers Sabu and Franklin. Both were hansome, one was short and stocky and the other was thin and taller. Now come…

Stanislaus Cool by Tony Noronha When I first arrived in Bombay in 1937, it appeared too vast to my nine-year-old head. I had never been in a city that was well-lit and abuzz till 8.30 pm. I was brought to the city by our Goan vicar, Fr Jose Remedios, after two years of kindergarten at…

On some Sundays the Prefect would announce that we would be going to Lands End for an outing. We knew what it meant, so we had old jam bottles ready. Then we treked in orderly lines in pairs on Hill Road towards St Andrews Church and along the sea face to Lands End. Once there…

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…

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…