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…
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In another two years it will be six decades since I left St Stanislaus High School for good. As I stood with my box and bedding in the shed as we called that large space downstairs, I bid farewell to other boarders who passed by me. In retrospect, I was both sad and glad. This…
No, I did not get lost. True, it’s been some time since I posted a blog entry. No excuses either! After ages it seems, I expect to be in Mumbai between the 12th to the 15th of February 2012. During this brief period, I hope to visit Vinayala where Fr. Bulchand is resident. On the…
Since the last one or two years some of my companions from our days in the boarding, reached out to me. The first was Frank (is it the same one called affectionately ‘Butler’?). Then there was Joe D’Souza, John Carvallo, and now Philon. I guess we are all in our 60s. Joe D’Souza as I…
When I say how time flies, I mean that literally. Yet it is as if just yesterday was the day that my mother left me holding that cake as she bid me goodbye in 1950. As if the cake would compensate for her absence. It did not and I promptly became a very sick boy…
I’ve never been to a reunion. Just imagine after over 40 years meeting classmates who one may not even recognize. And so much water has passed under the bridge, people have changed. But we will have one thing in common and that is the fact that we were all once upon a time students of…
December for us in the boarding was a month to look forward to, and in my case (including a few of our gang) volunteering to assist Master Gregory and his son with the crib was at the top of our agenda. After it was all set up and ready to be admired we felt a…
Its been so long ago that I left the boarding that some names just do not retain in my memory. No, No, its not the age thing, its just that its ages ago OK. so there is this young boarder with a love for animals and happens that when a real tiny messy lump of…
Boys from the first division were allowed outing Sundays when we could officially leave the premises to visit near family who lived close by. Well I had an aunt down Chinkpoli road em route to Veronica street. When I did visit her she would give me a real fantastic lunch ( and you know how…
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