Yearbook: Errata & Addendum

(photo courtesy munna/ved/anu)

When we published our class digital yearbook, several errors cropped up due to digital translation problems from mac to pc (don't even ask). In a couple of cases, comments were mis-attributed and we apologize.

Since we live in a digital and virtual world, this is easy to fix - please send me any corrections you would like to make to your profile.

For those who missed the window (out of sheer laziness), here's your chance to be immortalized.

Lastly, can we track down the last of the few missing classmates? Anyone up to the challenge?

salams.

Kyaa masti...

THEN: Anna definitely up to some masti, Jo pretending not to know, and Neville enjoying it...

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NOW: Masti over, peace rules....

A league of Bombay's Best

The making and history of one of India’s finest schools, Mumbai’s The Cathedral & John Connon School:

http://www.livemint.com/2010/11/18192922/A-league-of-Bombay8217s-bes.html?h=B

click on the above link or cut and paste in your browser - way to go, Munna!

Social Initiatives - A Proposal

Hello Classmates,

I feel that our batch could consider taking up one initiative for the benefit of underprivileged/ deprived/ disadvantaged. My thoughts are shared below in two sections: a) Possible Guidelines and b) Possible Options. This is more to stimulate our thoughts than to chart a path. It is my personal opinion that having a common goal would do a lot to sustain the momentum of our coming together.

POSSIBLE GUIDELINES

The target group should be people who are physically/mentally/financially/emotionally deprived or disadvantaged.

The initiative should be such that anyone from our batch who wants to get involved can do so. Those from our batch who have the time(or are motivated to make time) can get personally involved. Those who can't should be able to contribute by way of their finances and contacts if they are so inclined.

While there is a big vision in the minds of the core team we start small and aim to show a tangible result within a reasonable time. This would motivate more people to get involved. We can also consolidate our learning to decide on how to best to move forward based on the experience.

We start with one single initiative and work in a focused way rather than dissipate our resources on multiple initiatives. We should consider the sustainability factor while deciding on the initaitive - unless it is a limited period specific objective project.

Regular communication to the class members (at least once in a quarter) to sustain a sense of involvement and keep them informed. Also to motivate more of them to get involved. Photos should be used to highlight what is happening and the physical involvement of class members.

One of the goals could be to aim to be a model of excellence in service so that other Cathedral batches would want to emulate us. Our efforts would then have a multiplier effect.

POSSIBLE INITIATIVES

INITIATIVE 1 - Counseling of Children below 5 years

We could look at an initiative that develops skills or is involved in Counseling and meeting the problems of children below 5 that are manifested in their behavior. This is something I have been thinking of for a long time. I understand that most of a child's make-up is set by the age of five. Resolving issues at this stage is much easier. With the passing of years it becomes increasingly difficult - though not impossible.

Suketu Doshi's wife who is running a school of about 125 children shared her concerns about the difficulties faced by children in this age group when we had a chat at Viks place last Friday.

INITIATIVE 2 - UPLIFTING A GROUP OF UNDERPRIVILEGED YOUTH/CHILDREN

We could take a batch of 6 to 12 underprivileged youngsters with potential for growth in a specific area and groom them to become independent, self-supporting adults who are contributing to society.

For example, using Manju's talents, a batch of girls from the slums could be developed to become Fitness Trainers. Probably we would need to give them training in other areas like English speaking, social etiquette etc.

What would be more satisfying than a couple of years down the line having them present at one of our get-togethers - performing and then sharing with the class how we have played a role in transforming their lives. How they have moved from living in the slums to living in a flat whose loan instalments are being paid from their own earnings.
They and their children living with dignity instead of in an environment of filth, poverty and physical/sexual/emotional abuse.

Would appreciate knowing whether you feel it is worth exploring this idea further. Please feel free to be absolutely frank. Warm regards,

Sharad Kanga

Mr. Pande: RIP

Mr. Pande passed away last night. His funeral is tentatively at around 11 a.m. on Mon 22nd Nov at Chandanwadi, Mumbai.

Turf Club Fiasco

Call for letters - Kiran has penned a brilliant letter below. We encourage those who attended to send an email to Mrs. Isaacs sharing their sentiments, both positive and negative:

To: principal@cathedral-school.com

Sent: Thursday, November 18, 2010 8:41 AM

Subject: 150 years

Dear Mrs Isaacs

We have just returned to Bangalore after attending the 150th anniversary of the school. It was an event that was eagerly awaited and anticipated. We timed our class reunion to coincide with those dates even though this was inconvenient for those coming from overseas.

Our class reunion was fantastic and all of us felt that the church service evoked the feelings that all of us had for the school - feelings of loyalty and passion. It was an uplifting service and completely fitting for the occasion. The open house at the school was fabulous - once again, bringing back memories of 37 years ago, when we ourselves were there as students. It was a great idea to open up the school to sentimental and nostalgic old boys and girls - who were all heard talking about "their" time in school, even as the current batches wandered around in school uniforms.

Sadly, the event at the Turf Club was a huge let down. We had come there in anticipation of meeting other batches - a couple of years on either side of our year. We had come to meet our old teachers - many of them retired - whom we have not met forever. We came to be acknowledged as old boys and girls who were and still are a part of the school - or at least its history, and we came, because Mridula Sood Malusthe is from our batch, and we wanted to cheer her and hear her speak. The area where we were located was not where the stage was. We were located right at the back of the other enclosure. There was only one screen right in front and no speakers that would allow us to at least hear, if not see the proceedings. We had no idea where the teachers were located. We did not hear Mridula speak - we did not even know when she came on stage. We felt alienated from the proceedings - our batch was on separate tables because the tables seated only 6. We had no idea that there was even a dance floor!!!! If the idea was only for our batch to meet - we could have met elsewhere - as we did.

As far as we were concerned, the Turf Club event had absolutely no significance for us. And this, when we came full of enthusiasm and committment as old boys and girls. As an old student, I felt that it was important for me to give you feedback. Most of my batch felt this way, and you may hear separately from some of them.

With regards,

sincerely

Kiran (Prakash) Chainani

Batch of 1973.

State of the Reunion

(click on image to enlarge - courtesy Times of India)

I know you're all anxiously awaiting the BF photographs and memories which will be posted shortly ..... in the meantime, for all those of you who did take photos, please send hi-res copies to me via email and I will post them.

Merchi - hope you had a great birthday celebration in goa!

The Ice-Breaker

Click on the link below or copy and paste it in your browser

http://www.pbase.com/cyguy/ice_breaker_12nov2010

Courtesy of Cyrus!

The definitive history of Cathedral

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Kudos to Munna!

(Published 13 Nov 2010 - on sale at school: Rs. 3000/-).

School Jocks!

The girls are going to enjoy this....

cricket team

boxing team

soccer team

Place your orders!

To the Mumbai out-of-towners:

As part of the 150 Years Celebration, our School is bringing out a book – “An Undefiled Heritage”. This is a 350 pages glossy, hard cover book, painstakingly written over the past 2 years. Mridula Sood, our class mate is co-author of this masterpiece – indeed an honor for the Class of 73. The book is priced at Rs. 3000/-.

A rather complicated procedure has been put in place by the school to procure copies of this book, such as advance orders to be placed at school along with only cash payment; and books to be collected at Turf Club on 13^th etc etc.

Our good friend, Cyrus Shroff, has extended himself and spent all day trying to figure how best we could make it available to all our classmates from out of Bombay. Please see his mail below and write to him immediately, should you be interested in getting your copy.

Thanks Cyrus, on behalf of the Class of 73… for coming forward so spontaneously, to help with this and your generous offer with the courier. Much appreciated!

Jo

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Hi Folks,

1. You can send me an email or call no later than 10.00 am IST on Friday 12^th November. I will confirm individually by return email/SMS.

2. I will go and pay for XX no. of copies at the school office in my name based on response. There is no receipt being issued at the time of making payment so I guess there is some sign-off or trust factor involved.

3. Will report status at Viks’ place on 12th on what has happened so far. People who have registered can pay me on the 12th, 13th or 14th.

5. At the Turf Club on 13th will assist at the booth/stall (for the price of a small drink) for our long lost buddies to get the book for whoever has their names with me. In case of insufficient copies available at the Turf Club I will pick up and post/courier and that tab is on me.

6. For people who are not attending, but would still like the book, I will post/courier as soon as I receive copies, ditto again on the expenses. As long as books are available at the school office, I will pick them up and work out individually how the reimbursement will take place. They will have to be patient but it will be done. Cheers,

Cyrus

Himalayan Trek '72

Some of the Cathedral School boys and girls went Himalaya trekking this holiday, under a program organized by the Youth Hostels Association of India. The co-sponsors were the National Council of YMCAs and the Western Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering and Allied Sports, Manali. The route covered stretched right across from Manikaran and Pulga to Rohtang Pass and Bhrigu Lake. And now they are back - filled with nostalgic memories of tramping in the snow and of being cradled to sleep in the lap of nature, the mountain air and spirit very much a part of them and a posy of memories.

It was a Babel of voices at a tea party hosted by Eva Shah, one of the team. "Remember," began one - and the game was soon on, Voices and words had kept floating around creating a series of pictures - of being caught in the flurry of snow, so soft and fun to make balls with; of pleasant warmth around a roaring blaze and heart bursting forib into a song, of nights in the open, under the starry sky and nature communicating through a thousand tongues...

I listen ,fascinated. A boy, his face glowing, recounts the adventure of being lost, and climbing up and down the slopes all day _ 'but one had only felt exhilarated at the breathtaking scenery. It was as though we were protected in the warm embrace of nature. . !' and ..saying this he blushes, surprised at his own poetic stirrings.

Rajeev M was wont to frequently disappear with pen and pad in an attempt to imprison his fleeting impression in the form of verse. And this is what came out:

you spoke to me of history

our footsteps muffled by mountains

you did most of the talking

hinting at emotions unknown

resting at sherpa huts

carved into the sides of the earth

drinking thick hot tea and rice

brewed under charcoal sky shivering stars

we made a hundred separate plans

that took us miles apart

the river where we splashed our feet

rushed through our hearts

we drank played sang

our way past the shadow mountains

into the kulu-manali valley

where snow dust gathers and settles

where forests are forever green

the air trembles still

with the echoes of our voices

and the silences we made

For effervescent Geetu Watumull it was all an exciting adventure, Throughout tea, she had kept smiling widely (deliciously unselfconscious of the braces on her teeth) and chattering,

"Geetu was our Queen of the Blisters," pipes in one pupil. "There she was, one day, with her shoes dangling from her hands and crying out, "But I have blisters, I have blisters, I can hardly walk.”

Vijay Vora, who was as unpleasantly affected had a suggestion that some serious research ought to be carried out on blisters and the possible remedies. But this was just by the way, nothing really mattered in the exciting fun, neither the cold, hard stone floor on which they had often slept, nor the routine paaratha meal dished out every other day,

Out there in the open, amidst the mountains rising proud and high from the earth, the environment had taken over. It was feeling free and elemental and humble and also somewhat immortal as part of a continuing chain of manifested universe. There were no separating 'lines, nothing, except the overwhelming fact of being alive, of being human.

In the city group was sparked the forgotten flavor for the simple pleasures of life. Diana Sadler grows wild at the abundance and exuberance of flowers on the hillsides and carefully brings some of them back to preserve their dry forms in frames. And as Miss Hallegua goes on recalling incident after incident, the memories of those present keep going back to the mountains and dales left behind.

For Mr. John Tesseyman, the English teacher, "the taste of Espresso coffee, surprisingly had at a wayside mountain cafe still lingers on," while Miss Hallegua becomes literary describing the fairy-like hut discovered nestling amongst the surrounding tall pines.

Das who is fond of food cannot forget the keema and noodles dish mixed with a little sauce and the small tea shops, dirty and lacking glamour "but where everything was served with a smile."

Being a curious lad he even tried the local brew 'lugdi' - "rather queer-tasting, which farmers keep drinking all' day and so mild that one can rarely get drunk."

The girls found handicrafts attractive, bold, bright and colorful, inspired by nature.

For the many in the group, this was a side of India, the rural profile, which they were seeing for the first time. But it was a facet that will 'be long remembered as was obvious from the way everyone had talked. As one girl-student put it. "I want to become a doctor and go back to those hilly regions and serve them."

There were some practical suggestions made for the benefit of future trekkers - the need for easy-to-carry tents, proper sanitary facilities and a chance for hiring camping equipment buying which could be so expensive.

These are easy-to-implement suggestions and ought to be carried out, not only in the interest of promoting the camping habit among students but also making it a popular holiday idea for everyone else too. Our country has a scenic kaleidoscope to offer and camping may be the best possible way to explore it.

This was the Third National Himalayan Trekking program organised by the YHA of India. The requirements to join it are simple - just a pack on the back, enthusiasm in the heart and age anywhere between 15 and 25. The program is open to institutions as well as individuals. The objective explained in many words in the booklet, in fact, is simple - to kindle in the young a love for adventure and a will to rise to any challenge. And the cost - roughly Rs. 175 - considering the facilities offered and that covers accommodation and food is not much. The amount, however, does not include travel fare.

Tenzing, Mihir Sen they have given the lead today, but even past history is replete with sagas of pioneering spirits. Adventuring is the story of mankind's progress, but is there any need to say all this? To be born is to be alive, and to be alive is to accept the challenge of life.

By Jyotsna Sheth

(Bharat Sheth's mother)

22 July 1972

(first published in a local Bombay weekly magazine)

Let the good times roll

who are these stars? (click on the photo to enlarge)

Here's the latest stats on our way to success:

• Over 100+ coming to the BF party on 14 Nov including our one and only Stanford professor from calif, investment guru from Boston, cancer specialist from NYC, research scientist from Hyderabad, entrepreneur from Bangalore, hoteliers from Delhi, the docs from NH, UK, Canada...
• Revival of the Band who plan to rocknroll for one sold-out peformaance only!
• Almost 50+ (no reference to age) kicking off the tamasha at Viks' on 12 Nov for the ice-breaker and home-coming reception party
• Half-a-dozen class tables at the formal turf club school dinner on 13 Nov

Can't wait to see you all at the end of the week!

Safe journeys.

P.S. School Turf Club dinner program (formal affair - saris and dhotis welcome):

7 p.m. Guests arrive

7.30 p.m. welcome by Master of Ceremonies

Address by Principal Meera Isaacs

Film on 150 yrs of the school

Audio-visual of the Stamp release

8. p.m. Book launch

8.30 p.m. Cocktails and dinner

Girls' Prefects Solemn Induction

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From L-R: Anna, Eva, Archie, Kiran, Amrita, Kasturi, Serene, Annahita, Manju, Geetu, Punam
Anjini next to Mr. Jacob

Shine on...

... all you crazy diamonds during this festival of lights.

Shanti

Take a deep breath...

Of course, you are already on a diet. Whether you are caught in a reflection of a store window or peering in a mirror in a room in Mumbai, the class of '73 is sucking in their stomachs, flexing their chins, and wondering if a dark three piece suit or a fancy, vertical-striped dress would help. We all gloomily know in our well-padded bones that no change in years registers as dramatically as an added fifteen pounds. No one that we've been able to track down has yet been reluctant to attend on account of this though some have had their doubts.

Some were skeptical about being able to pull this off - "aare yaar, no one will want to come so far and spend the money" or "I'll come if she comes" was the usual story. Some were in shock that we had tracked them down; some were struggling to remember all the names posted on the blog. Others - who shall remain anonymous - who aren't coming are trying to juggle the same balls we all have in the air - kids, jobs, spouses, daily grind, and reality. But hey, we haven't seen each other in 37 years this mela of almost 100 of our classmates together in one place is not going to happen again. Ever. And so I wouldn't miss our reunion for the world.

The diet probably won't work. At first the reunion seemed impossibly far away and plenty of time to go on a diet. When confronted with a slice of double chocolate cheesecake, you will have a hard time holding between you and the plate the picture of your high-school sweetheart. Maybe she or he has gotten plump, you think hopefully. As the weeks have suddenly shrink, and you don't, a kind of passive resistance sets in.

This is me, you tell yourself defensively. I've finally found myself. I know who I am. No problems of self-identity here. And I don't look bad either, especially not from this angle, if I stand with my shoulders back. If I don't get on the scale, you tell yourself, nobody will have to know. Maybe five years from now, for our next reunion. . . the moral is: diet, or don't diet.

Decide: what are you going to wear? This has nothing to do with the weather, hot or humid, or rainy. No, this has to do with image. What kind of person do you want your old classmates to think you have become? Glamorous in leather jeans and spaghetti-strap top? Domestic in madras wraparound skirt? Businesslike in dark blue that noone will notice? Funky in bright green sweater studded with rhinestones? Maybe what you wear will say something about who you have become. . . or will noone really care? Do you really care?

Wear a tie and chances are you'll take it off. Wear jeans and go barefoot and you may still hold on to those good old days. Wear a halter and you may have to hold on to it! The trick is to look comfortable, feel comfortable, something you can relax in just in case you get the jitters and sweat a lot.

Stay cool, collected, calm. Smile. A lot.

Pull out your high-school photos and memorize them. The class picture, the '73 "cock-house" shoot (it was Palmer House!) - all these help. The next best thing is to close your eyes, turn back the clock, remember those magic moments, and the faces that went them, and their names. It helped, especially in planning this reunion, and in beginning to track down people, creating a list of names. Amazingly, with your help, we actually a confirmed list of over one hundred names coming for the grand November weekend and over 140 names across the four classes! Now if we can just find them all . . . How will we recognize anyone? Will you remember the names? Staring at a picture of a familiar face long forgotten, I tried to recall how long we had known each other. There are several names and faces that I've known since first grade - over 40 years ago! Were we in the same class? Didn't we dance together at the social? Some names brought back blurred or buried memories. Long ago emotions sweep over me like dark waves from a hidden sea.

What will we talk about? Our lives. What had we done with them so far? What did we still hope to do? Maybe you need to decide what to tell about yourself. That means you have to know what is important. Not just bare facts. I'm a teacher, I'm a mom, I'm going back to school, I got divorced, I never married, I'm still searching, when I grow up I will. . . , my kids are in school. Yeah, right, and you also have to know how you feel about yourself and your life. Sooner or later, someone will ask you: so, are you happy? Well, life has been interesting, complex, hiccups here and there, diversions. . . life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans, na?

What surprises me about you, my friends, is how easy it is most times to talk to one another and connect and pick up from where we left off oh so long ago when life was simpler and sweeter and infinitely less complicated. After years of separation and silence and distance, we come together with intense curiosity, and probably talk less about careers than about changing relationships with lovers, spouses, children, parents. Who remembers whom. Where is so-and-so. What is happening in Mumbai? How life has taken us by the hand and led us there. Mostly we want to know how we all have struggled, together and apart, how we've survived, and what we've learned. At our reunion, we learn to summarize our lives.

So take photographs, lots of them - and bring your camera. You'll want to hold on to these photographs and memories. This is history - yours and mine. For some, it's the stuff that dreams are made of. Also bring pictures with you. This is not for the reason you think. You won't need to flash snapshots of your significant other or your home on the range though this helps. Sometimes you might need to glance at these pictures to remind yourself that you do have another life back home. A few hours into the reunion and you're caught up with former alliances, emotional entanglements, uncertain friendships, and I'm fifteen and vulnerable again. I wonder if I will ever hear from him or her again.

I worry if my friends are having a good time, is anyone feeling left out? You temporarily forget that any other place exists; all that matters is old friends, shared memories, lost opportunities, and the strangeness of parting again. In the bright sunshine, the years melt away.

When you return home, you can hardly remember you ever if you ever left in the first place. You lay down and rewind and rehearse and play back the movie, the soundtrack, the emotions. You can smell the old familiar smells, feel the old familiar pain, the tugging at the heartstrings. During the long seasons of growing up, we usually laid back and remembered, as we do now, best friends, first loves, broken hearts, and the others, who said what to whom, what they thought of you, what I secretly thought of them, what I am thinking of them now.

Maybe the only way really to prepare for your high-school reunion is to give yourself plenty of credit for the intervening years. Write your own report card, the kind you always deserved, with the grades: 5 for generally satisfied, E for extraordinary, I for improvement, B for the best that you could do, Inc for incomplete because it's not over yet. Keep this hidden in your mental pocket, next to your pictures, and then, when the reunion is over, hang on to your report card, smile at everyone, promise to keep in touch, and go home. Happy in the warm afterglow of friends and a new found treasure of memories.

-rm

President of India Speech on Cathedral Stamp Issue

Mumbai , October 27,2010 19:13 IST

Dear students, Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am very happy to be here to commemorate the 150th anniversary of the Cathedral and John Connon School, and to release a commemorative postage stamp on this occasion. I convey my warm greetings to all teachers, students, alumni, staff, management and all those associated with this reputed educational institution. The school was pioneered and funded by a city philanthropist, barrister and editor, John Connon and posthumously, named after him. This school and the city of Mumbai through a Century and a half, have shared a history of remarkable growth. I wish the school many, many more years of success and excellence in the field of education.

Education is one of the most potent instruments for empowering a population, and therefore, rightly education is a priority sector for any nation. As has been famously said, without education one is like a ship without compass, with no way of knowing how near the harbour is. An effective education system is one that prepares the youth to navigate the journey of life meaningfully. Schools constitute the basic pillars of an education edifice of a nation. Hence, the stronger a system of school education, greater the prospects of progress of a country. Therefore, it is very necessary for schools to impart good education and make students understand the worthiness of discipline, integrity and doing their work with dedication.

As our country is developing and moving towards becoming one of the leading nations of the world, it would need in large measure, the energy, drive and contribution of its people. Every generation looks to its youth with expectation and hope. You are the new generation that can take India to its destiny of a developed nation and for this, I believe your holistic development must receive foremost attention.

Dear Students, the time that you spend in school, which are your formative years, is valuable. It is here, that your first friendships are formed and as you learn about sharing, you develop a sense of camaraderie. It is here, that the process of imparting knowledge begins, and children acquire skills and values, that will help them in fulfilling responsibilities towards families, society and the nation. You begin with learning alphabets and numbers and through the years in school, get an understanding about a range of subjects. By the time you leave school you are ready to look at options for your future career. Hence, you must use your time in school to learn as much as possible. You should develop a habit of reading, not only textbooks, but also newspapers and literature.

India is a storehouse of knowledge. I would encourage you to learn about the diversity of our country in culture, languages, customs, ethos and traditions. It is this richness and multiplicity, which makes India a unique and a great nation of the world. Moreover, we are a democratic nation, in fact the world's largest democratic nation. The students, representing the coming generation, must avoid narrow creeds and seek to build a path for the betterment of society.

Your objective should be to become intellectually competent and technically skilled - your talents are required by the nation. Young students and the youth of the country, therefore, must channelize their skills in developing balanced personalities with positive attitudes. You should participate in sports and other extra-curricular activities, as you are doing. Playing, as a member of a team, develops the ability to work with others to achieve targets and goals. It is sports that can teach you to put in your best and to accept both victory and defeat in the true spirit of a sportsperson.

Like our nation, we must also respect our planet Earth. Nature has been generous to us. Mountains, deserts, valleys, rivers, oceans and forests are important habitats that support ecosystems with diverse life forms. For example, forests host a wide range of fauna and flora, providing us a wide range of products and also giving green coverage. We should teach our children to respect nature for our own good. We must sensibly use its resources, work to conserve its rich flora and fauna, as well as adopt environment friendly approaches.

Teachers have a great responsibility as they create citizens of the future, conscious of their duties towards the nation, the planet and fellow human beings. You should encourage growth, foster a spirit of exploration and discovery, and construct a strong sense of integrity, compassion and generosity. I urge all the teachers present here to promote high moral and cultural values among our children.

I am told that the Cathedral and John Connon School has been promoting quality education with focus on the core values of integrity and responsibility. Its staff and its teachers have demonstrated deep dedication to the development of their students. Teachers must interact with the parents of the students. This dialogue on the various aspects of the welfare of the students, can contribute immensely to their improvement. I am glad that this school has a supportive Parent Teacher Association.

The Cathedral and John Connon School has since its inception worked to provide an atmosphere for academic excellence, as well as encourage sports and extra-curricular activities for promoting the overall development of its students. The reputation of any educational institutions is measured through the success and talent exhibited by its students and alumni. This school has been the alma mater of Industrialist JRD Tata - Bharat Ratna awardee and Scientist Dr. Homi Bhabha, men who have been among the distinguished citizens of this country. In addition, a number of alumni have rendered service to the nation and have achieved distinction in various fields. Students of the school have gone to many parts of the world and carried with them the values learnt in school of putting service before self and made their mark, ever conscious of lessons learnt here. I know some of the old boys of the school who were very keen to invite me here - Avinash Naik and Niranjan Naik are among them.

I conclude by conveying my good wishes, once again, to all - the Principal, Mrs. Meera Isaacs, who is the first lady principal of the school, the teachers, students, staff, management and all those associated with this great institution. I wish the school all success and hope it reaches Olympian heights.

Thank You. Jai Hind!

An Undefiled Heritage

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Kudos to Munna for this massive effort! Books can be purchased for Rs. 3000/- from the School Bursar's Office after 15 Nov or from the Turf Club dinner on 13 Nov.

Reunion Weekend Schedule

(click on photo to enlarge - Ranjit on top of the world!)

From the CATS Alumni:

Dear Cathedral Alumnus,

We are delighted to inform you that we now have all the information you need to have a marvelous 150th Founders’ Day week.

School Play – 9th and 10th November 2010: The School Play will be held at the Tata Theatre on November 9th and 10th. (No details as yet :(

Note: The play and Celebratory Dinner are being organized by the School (not the Alumni Association) and will post info as soon as we have more details about these events.

“Back to School” – 10th November 2010: To kick start this exciting week, the Alumni Association will have a fun-filled “social” at the Olive Bar and Kitchen at Mahalaxmi from 8.30 p.m. onwards. Olive is exclusively for us, but, of course, you can bring your partner or your old school flame. Entry is free and you pay for whatever you consume. The O.live Opus Jukeboxers will bring you a ‘retro’ evening of over 400 hits, across genres and decades, on demand, performed live by some of the best voices around. All you need to do is find yourself a seat, order a drink, some food and request as many songs as you like.

Cricket Festival – 12th November 2010: The Alumni Association is organizing a seven- a-side cricket festival with the alumni and school at the Police Gymkhana, Marine Drive from six p.m. onwards. Contact Sanjay Shah, ’82, on 98210 15871 for registration. The evening will be full of cricket, music and great food. Bring your schoolmates and cheer your side.

Golf Tournament – 13th November 2010: A gala golf tournament is being organized at the Willingdon Club beginning at 8.00 a.m. on this Saturday morning. Plenty of prizes. Register early to avoid disappointment. For registration please click here or contact Akshay Kilachand ’87 at 9821027000.

Celebratory Dinner – 13th November 2010: The School is organizing a dinner marking the culmination of a year full of events to celebrate turning 150. This will be held at the Turf Club, Mahalaxmi, Enclosures 1 and 2, at 7 p.m. Donor passes and table bookings are available at the Senior School from October 26th, onwards between 10 a.m. and 2.30 p.m. We look forward to alumni from every corner of the globe joining us to celebrate this historic event. A coffee table book on the History of the School will also be launched that evening.

(NOTE: Those requiring tickets to the turf club dinner - which is Rs 3500 - please notify Mr. Rungta via email ASAP! For the out-of-towners, we are reserving a couple of tables).

Church Service – 14th November 2010: There will be an evening Church Service at St. Thomas’ Cathedral at 5.30 p.m. This will be followed by a high tea in the Senior School.

The idea of this e-mail is to inform you in advance so that you can plan your lives around these events.

We really look forward to seeing you at the above celebrations. Let’s make this 150th year, one to remember!

Please do visit the alumni website – www.catalumni.com for regular updates.

Shyla Boga Patel and Viral Doshi
Co-Presidents

P.S. Remember - the most important event for the Class of 1973 event is at BF :) It will rock!

Tug-O-War '73

Wally meets his match!

Straight from the heart

Jo and Nimisha

What a wonderful trip this was to Mumbai - on day 2 I called Rupande and within an hour Rashmi, Rupande and I were at the Crossroads Coffee Shop, no small talk, just do you remember amongst giggles and laughter.

The following Sunday the Merchant of Singapore (Ronita's nom de plume for Rajeev) had remotely persuaded Vik Ahuja to host a lavish lunch where the out-of-towners - Rajeev, Nina and I were made to feel very welcome. Behram had us all in stitches with his fictional anecdotes. Rajeev was the envy of the guys with his 6-pack and constant messages from all his flames. Thanks again, Viks!

The following Saturday, my last day in Mumbai, was a continuation of the trip down memory lane. This time it was a Ladies Only Luncheon hosted by a very gracious Rashmi. There was a lot of rewinding to the seventies and then fast-forwarding to the present. The pics say it all...

Indira and Nimisha

Rashmi, Jo, Geetu

Nina and Rupande

Annahita and Nina

Rashmi, Nina, Divyaa

Tiku, Rupande, Geetu

Once again I toast all those who have been so active in getting this reunion going and keeping the momentum. Old friends - Ronita, Dhaval, Khurshid, Achinta, Rupande, Rashmi, Viks, Rajeev have come back into my life and I have also made new ones - Jo, Nina, Behram to name a few. We may have lost 37 years but definitely am not going to lose anymore!

My heart will be in Mumbai on the Mother of all Weekends.
Have a tequila shot on me...
- Nimisha

XIB - Commerce

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The Cathedral Commerce batch of 1973 was class XIB under the shrill charge of the famous “ Cuckoo “ as Mr. Pande our Hindi master was fondly known. Mr. Pande was both strict and caring and, more importantly, totally unconcerned about disciplinary breaches in other teachers’ periods… in short the perfect classmaster ! Dr. Nahni Davar, (the father of our class’ fastest writer, speaker and bowlers Darab) taught Accountancy while his sister Mrs. Madan was our commerce teacher. Both of them found our class a lot less receptive to knowledge than their students at Davar’s College.

Atmaram Narayana Rao , a maths wizard and thorough gentleman had the misfortune of teaching us Commercial arithmetic. We paid great attention to the nuances of his pronunciations especially in Geometry class where he said “yem” for “m”, “yen” for “n” and “voh” for “o”. GETOUUUT was his favourite chant to many of us who spent more time outside his class than in it!

Miss Hallegua tried her hardest to make us proficient in English language and literature but most of us were busier speaking English than learning it. You could say that we found Blake boring, Steinbeck somnambulant and Shakespeare stupefying!

Mrs. Karat taught geography as confidently as Goh Cheng Leong wrote about the subject, sadly her interpretation of this fascinating subject was somewhere between simplistic and fictional and none of us mastered it! Manu Daftary topped our class with a paltry 67% in geography, rumour has it that the secret of his modest success was a tutor from outside the school.

Our classroom adjoined the main hall and our class had a special affinity for our location. ‘ The Bomb Squad” originated in XIB, a team of ferociously committed boys who spent our early mornings before school setting up time-delayed fireworks which would explode on stage during the senior school assembly. It was a delight watching Mr. Newton, the vice principal leap in fear on stage as one of our Son et lumiere shows would bring the assembly to a halt, the pain of recent canings by him was pleasantly replaced by the joy of watching him quiver!

XIB’s main claim to fame was its large population of incredibly raucous, long haired, indisciplined boys: Neville Sethna, Sanjeev Rajwar, Sanjiv Agarwal, Adi Jehangir,( all co-incidentally Savageites!) Rustom Jejeebhoy, Bharat Sheth and yours truly were the main members of the cast. Strangely all these hooligans finished the ISC exam with 1st class results, which was more than could be said for some of our more studious brethren.

Umrigar, Ahuja and Ganguly were the male prefects of our class and out of necessity became expert “artful dodgers” who ensured that others were nabbed for their crimes.

We had just eight girls in our class:
- Anna Thomas the Throwball colossus and Palmer house captain
- Amrita Matthews who played basketball like Kobe Bryant but looked like Halle Berry
- Geeta Andhare, who was Mrs. Karat’s pet
- Anahita Engineer a gifted elocutionist and pianist
- Binaifer who was superb at accountancy
- Falguni of the Chimanlals stationery family fame
- Madhulika who I have heard married an Italian and
- Kavita Sayal who was easily the most cheerful of the lot.

What, I sometimes wonder, do we all remember about things we studied; Bank reconciliations, South West monsoons, Blake’s “Tiger”, thirty seven years after we first learnt about these things? Not a whole lot I am sure! Yet, I remember every name and every face of every classmate from 1973!

As Keats wrote in “Ode to Autumn” which we dissected and learnt backwards, our school-leaving year was truly a “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness".

- Behram Gamadia

Benefit Auction

School Benefit Auction & Dinner

Save the date: 22 Oct 2010
The Taj Mahal Palace and Tower

Drive in with one
drive out with two

A sparkle in your ear
a holiday is near

A souza on the wall
a jet at your call

Koffee with Bollywood
come and do some good!

Donor passes available at the senior school on 13 ands 14 Oct 2010. Limited seating.

Contact:
Rangita Bhatnagar - rangitab@gmail.com
Nisha Khattau - nishakhattau@hotmail.com
Ritu Jaggia - rjaggia@hotmail.com

XI D Admaths

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XI-D

Room 32 was built specially for us. When Mr. Lewis was in one of his good moods, he used to admit that as we were a cut above the rest of the school, to prevent us being corrupted by them, we should be segregated. At other times he would say we'd been put there, so that he could hide our activities from the watchful (and suspicious!!) eyes of other members of the staff! Well, whatever the reason, Room 32 was ideally situated for a class like XI D.

Isolated from the rest of the school, it was next to the new gym. Through the shutters, 37 bird watchers could also keep a close check on the passing scenery, without being observed themselves. There was only one entrance to the class for such beings as members of the staff, vice-principals etc. However, the members of the class would frequently use the spiral staircase (which was, needless to say, officially out of bounds!), in case of emergencies, which occurred very, very frequently!! Such emergencies were usually offset by incidents which invariably led to maths periods being spent on important meetings.

Mr. Lewis, in the chair, would question why so and-so had behaved in an unmannerly manner in the presence of a certain master or why the class had misbehaved during such-and-such a period. The Headboy, Headgirl and six other prefects (Shyam, David, Ram, Padman, Srinivasin, and Achinta) were made to stand up and questioned as to the possible motives of the remaining members of the class, even though all the prefects weren’t always as innocent as they seemed! All prefects and the two class monitors - Anil Dayal and Vora - were questioned individually, then the guilty party would be questioned, with his friends joining in, in his defence - (always a 'him!'), and with Ranjit Mirchandani (usually a very 'concerned' party!) arguing ferociously whatever the dispute.

While such interesting discussions went on, all over the class "Charile Brown" comics (distributed by Vora), Chase books etc. would be avidly read, with Peter preferring his Polish magazines which formed an essential part of the contents of his school bag. David and Anil Dayal would be absorbed in a game of darts (Compasses and compass boxes ingeniously replacing darts and dart board!) while Hemant and Jehangir watched wide-eyed. Anil Pal and Imran would be absorbed in making their way through a pile of sandwiches. Hussain, Harshad, Faroukh and Kapi would be bent over one of the endless maths sheets which we used to get, with Kapi following his usual brilliant pattern of getting no. II worked out by Shyam, no.12 by Anjini, no. 13 by Hussain and no. 14 by Harshad - and then loudly shutting his book and announcing that he'd finished, and then looking very smug when Mr. Lewis beamed at him.

In between periods, a quick game of cricket would be organized. Achinta would hold his Malhotra and Gupta with great determination in front of him, all bent on making his century; Anil Venkatrao (imagine 3 Anils in the class!) Pradip Mandyan, Sheetal, Vinay, Padman and Bharucha all bent on getting him out and making their centuries. Dhaval and Ali would vainly ask anyone who looked less engrossed then the others to give them their chance at batting.The game would frequently be interrupted by Bharucha shouting loudly and advising all and sundry.

B. S. Anand and G. V. Arun would be bent over one of their numerous games of chess, with Ranjit Shah, Srinivasan, Patwardhan, Purandare and Madhavan watching over and criticising the moves of these two undisputed chess champions. Vora would be hustling up and down, trying vainly to get everyone into their places, and invariably making the most noise himself. Anil (the other class monitor) would be still engrossed in his darts. Sidhant and Anjini were usually nowhere to be seen, but if a search had been made, they would have been found either playing Basketball in the gym, along with Shyam, Imran and David or drinking tea with either Mr. Ram or Ranchod. Sohrab and Atul would be the only two sitting down, while Ram would be holding forth to Rahul Kohli his views on the latest government policy. Sharad Kanga and Ranjit Mirchandani would be at the windows. Once the master was sighted, everyone would be in their places in a trice, with Macbeths open-all at different pages!).

That's our class at a glance-the brainiest amongst the elevenths (I try to be modest, but it's difficult with such a class!!); one of the liveliest classes in the school, as all our masters will willingly endorse, particularly Mr. Krishna!), who, on occasion, ended up with half the class out of the class!

Though at the end of the year the staff arrived at the conclusion that even the brightest of the angels could and did fall, we managed to keep up appearances (very successfully!) right till the very end!

- Anjini Kochar
(published in the 1973 yearbook)

XI-C (Science)

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XIC
was a motley crew. It was an odd conglomeration of all types of people who were successfully able to overcome their mutual differences and become life members of the creepy club that constituted XIC:

The first person on the class list was NIMISHA GOKAL who had a habit of flashing her nose ring at you when she was angry. Next to her sat KHURSHID PARKER, who loved to get involved in long arguments with Mr. Patki. In front of them sat RUPANDE THACKER who had a fertile Imagination which took her halfway across the world in every English essay and RASHMI PATIL whom we never saw either smile or laugh during the two years we were together.

Then there were the SHAHS. BHOWLI was the first one alphabetically; otherwise she was more of a follower than a leader. EVA was the second one and she preferred to wear tennis shoes without any laces. The third Shah was SUJATA who had a large store of jokes which she reserved specially for the Hindi lessons.

At the front of the class sat KIRAN PRAKASH and MRIDULA SOOD. Kiran had a smile that was wide enough for her to eat a banana sideways. Mridula could never do maths, much to the amusement of Vipul Bhushan, but anyway, even otherwise, she believed that 2 plus 2 equals 5.

NAAZLI VARA WALLA was the unrivalled queen of XC who was deposed in XIC. The usurper was KASTURI HALDAR who took her ISC so seriously that she even abandoned her contact lenses for plain spectacles while the exams were on.

MANJULA VASWANI was seen at "Godspell" when she was supposed to have gastroenteritis.

RASHMI MEHRA left the school to go to Delhi, but returned before going whereas YASMIN KHAN at least went, found she did not like it and then came back. Indeed handsome compliments to XIC!

The first boy on the class list was VIPUL BHUSHAN who had many pseudonyms which varied according to the mood of the class and the time and place. He was variously known as Benji, Benjamin, Sly, Bristles, Vascular Bundle and Sleepy. He also considered himself to be the panja king of the class though there were many contenders for this title, the chief being BISHWARUP RAHA --- ha-ha! In the physics class he could solve the problems which we couldn't and in the exams, he couldn't answer any of the problems which the rest of us could.

His sparring partner in class was FARDUN DASTUR the sophisticated mowla who was renowned for his Parsi-hooked nose.

SUKETU DOSHI (Dosa, Irma La Doshi) was the cricketing companion of PRADIP NILKANT also known as Commander because of his brief tenure of the office of Class Monitor. This Daddy Longlegs was overthrown (also literally) by DARIUS MOOS who was the first moos. 'Jada' was continually exercising his vocal cords regardless of whether he had an audience or not. He could never do gym because allegedly there were no house shirts available in his size. He was unable to come to the cross country because he suffered from car sickness.

FIROZE MOOS, the second moos, was the cousin of the first, known as the English Bawa because he wore a vest instead of a sadra.

RAVI GUPTA the Bhaiya from UP did not come for his physics test because he had a guitar lesson. He claimed that using Bullworker had stunted his height and said he was going to file a suit for damages.

QURESH EZZI, the Mohammed Ali of XIC, was forever willing to take on anyone or anything and then get away with it. His middle name was "Daring".

SAMEER CHINOY who funnily enough sat next to him asked questions the answers to which had been given half a minute earlier.

ERIC DASTUR was the only Parsee in class who was not related to the rest in the class.

DARIO DORCIC had a strange affinity for his greatest rival TEHMURAS "MICHAEL" MODI. How Tehmuras became Michael no-one knew. Michael was permanently a fish out of water where his school life was concerned.

PESHOTAN MEHTA always managed to get injured before a major exam. He broke his wrist while cleaning his teeth the night before the Prelims but unfortunately it was the wrong arm.

KARL KERAWALLA said he would shave his head the day after the ISC because he wanted to stop his hair from falling out.

DARIUS KOTVAL or "Clint Eastwood" as he was sometimes known because the first 'A' film he saw was "Play Misty for Me" was a sleeper and a dreamer. XIB offered a mysterious attraction for him especially in English class.

SUNIL MATHRANI- if you ever really listened to what he said you would find that his words never really meant anything in particular at all.

RAJEEV M - his poetry was in his hair.

Even if given a alarm clock for his birthday VIKRAM MERCHANT would have been unable to get to school on time.

Those who never completed the marathon: FRED OYLER, PIROOZAN BOGA, KULDEEP SINGH, TULIKA DAS, MARK ROSEN, FARROKH BHANJA.

Lost & Found: RASHMI MEHRA and YASMIN KHAN.

The Defector: KASTURI HALDAR.

The Commander - to whom our many thanks: MR. LOBO, who successfully led the motley crew through the turbulent waters of the sea of Cathedral. He came through the war with flying colours after bombing Karachi, but paradoxically enough, was almost killed by a kite on Marine Drive while driving his famous motorbike.

- Sunil Mathrani
(first published in the 1973 School yearbook)

Palmer Cockhouse 1973!

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Teacher's Medical Fund

Many have been asking about how the alumni committee intends to manage the medical fund. - here are some details from Ragini:

We intend to collect 1.5 crores and put this as the corpus. From the annual interest we will pay the premiums for 30 staff (could be 40). The premium will be 16,000 per teacher per year. It will cover most existing conditions and will cover them from 58 to 80 years of age.

We will have a meeting with the teachers and an insurance representative to explain the scheme to them. They will also have to understand that we are doing the best we can. The insurance industry is in a state of flux and so while we will do our best and explain this as well.

The second part is easy. We have a booklet being printed and id card which each teacher will get, to consult free or concessionally 80 doctors on the medical panel.

We also have an emergency quota that has been contributed entirely by an alumni and will be used at the discretion of the managing committee which basically consists of Shyla Boga and Viral Doshi our co-presidents and 3 others who are handling this -- full time !

We have raised 85 lakhs so far -with a goal of 150 lakhs - which is good progress.

In the past, we have been known as the school with all brand and no heart - together, we are changing this perception. This medical fund is one way to show our appreciation and show we care by giving to the teachers’ medical insurance fund.

A big thank you to the donors for the contributions to date.

see you all in november,

Ragini

XI A Arts - Revised listing

Hello again - the XI A (Artsy class) blog, which is archived on the right under September, has been revised, with a running commentary on most of the classmates compiled by Jo, Indira, and Behram. Please take another peek :)

As always, welcome your comments! Enjoy.

The Beat Goes On...

... at Vik's. Yet another party planning party and dress rehearsal hosted by the Maestro with scrumptious sev puri, pani puri, and wine on 12 Sep. Above, Jo and Madhu hard at work on the planned events and chasing down classmates to confirm their participation (and payments!).

The French romantics, Nina and Olivier (above) and the UK couple, Nimisha and Manoj below. And finally, Maestro Viks with his harem :) (L-R): Jo, Nimisha, Rashmi, Rupande, Maestro, and Nina.

the lovely ladies - Jo, Munna, Nina, Geetu

Back off the Saddle

Thanks for your message about your class's reunion plans, and your invitation to join you. I also had a message and a phone call from Behram Gamadia with a similar invitation! My wife Roslyn and I have been thinking hard about visiting Bombay and working on the details of our plan to come, and, sadly, have decided that we won't be able to come. We are so grateful for the warmth of your invitation and help, and are sorry we'll miss you all. (Who knows - perhaps a skype link might be possible). In any case, I hope we can stay in touch.

With all good wishes, John Tesseyman

The 3 Musketeers

The Gang of Four

XI-A (Arts)

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Back Row: Michele, Sandra, Juggie, Tarun, Geetu, Jo
Middle: Shernaz, Indira, Jerry, Anjoli, Ramla, Meera, Divyaa, Rita, Nina, Nusrat, Punam
Front: Wagh, Rashmi, Archie, Kavita, Sandhya, Sherry, Nepali, Maria, Rupa, Shelaila, ?, Serene, Krishnan
Seated: Patruni, Sadler, Sonia, Mathrani, Newton, Jacob, Karat, Anthony, Cherian, Nargolwala, Rao

Rashmi Lamba: guys admired this Volga princess but she looked at them as though they were melted ice-cream!

Archana: The fastest at everything – on the sports field, in academics and on the dance floor! Wish she didn’t have to rush leaving us… dearest friend.

Kavita Dhurandhar: Won the Home Science prize. Must be a great wife by now!

Sandhya Harendra: Pig tails, very chirpy and full of life

Maria Mota: Soft spoken, friendly, ever ready to help

Shelaila: Being the daughter of a prominent CA, she decided to go one better and marry an even more prominent CEO Banker.

Sheranaz Jussawalla: Wilson house sprint queen

Indira Jaisingh: Petite Savageite Racket queen, agile and exceptional on the badminton court.

Jerry Bapasola: As with most Savageites, she was academically brilliant!

Anjolie Kumar: Gentle and poised

Ramla Fazalbhoy: Talkative and full of beans

Meera Jasani: Top quality Hindi elocutionist at school.

Divya Jain: Had the most amazing birthday parties which all the class would wait eagerly for.

Rita Chhabria: A ball of spirited spunk and energy!

Nina Pandya: Sameer Chinoy worshipped the ground she walked on

Nusrat Fazalbhoy: the 1st girl in our batch to get married.

Punam Anand: Bubbly and fizzy by nature; now a Marketing professor… does she present case papers on Perrier or Coke?

Michelle Bahar: Won the art prize in 1973 looking like a Rembrandt model herself.

Sandra Long: Her surname was really apt, long legs, and great height

Rajiv Jagtiani: Batted cross handed in cricket, better known as the school tennis captain and an adept Battleship player.

Tarun Hans: Just like the headgirl in one respect… was always holding a basketball as he walked around after school.

Geetu Watumul: Brilliant, gentle, humorous and overweight in school .... has lost all that excess fat; courtesy yoga.

Jyotika Sukthankar: A cracker of a girl with tremendous enthusiasm and an infectious smile.

Countdown to Graduation

We all knew the results had to come out some time or the other. But after one false alarm, and then another, and another and another. . .

So it happened, that on the third of April, 1974, while I was listening to Elton John's 'Funeral for a Friend,' when the phone rang, I answered it, expecting it to be either one of mine or one of Ragini's friends. It was Dad. Ringing from Delhi that the results were out!

It took me a minute or two to absorb this information, and then I (and the rest of the household with me) went berserk. It must have been about 1 p. m., Mr. Newton etc. were busy enjoying their respective lunches, leaving me to bite my nails and tear my hair out on the line, while the phone rang on and on and nobody answered.

I had promised to ring up "everybody" as soon as I heard anything about the results. I first rang up Kiran, who promptly had a nervous breakdown, and then came out with the only sentence she is capable of producing on such occasions - "I'm dying. . . . . ." I left her still dying slowly, and rung up Amrita. Amrita, cool as only she knows how, said something to the effect of - "Oh, the results have come, have they?"

Waiting for my car to come, or Kiran to ring and say that her car had come; pacing up and down near the phone; ringing up school every few seconds; getting phone calls everyone minute; getting on.

Ragini's nerves - "You fool! Go and put on some perfume or do your hair or something sensible!"

Finally we all set off. Amrita had profitably spent the afternoon practising her "Third-class faces!"

In school at last, we all sat at the entrance, waiting for the postman. The rumours that flew around! Jug came running up, saying the bundle was at the G.P.O. but they were refusing to distribute them (Whereupon I promptly rushed to Mum and told her to go to the G.P.O. and investigate); Somebody else said that Fort Convent had already got their results, and four or five boys were all set to walk to Fort Convent and find out the truth behind that rumour.

We hung around in school that whole evening, trying to do anything to take our minds off the results. Mum threw down a packet of magazine proofs for checking from the third floor to where we had all camped at the bottom of the stairs, and poor Neville got the shock of his life, thinking the results had dropped from heaven! In the end we decided that the best remedy was to play a game of Basketball, so we got a game organized.

I was sure that our results were coming out between 5 and 7, and when Mr. Nepali offered me a bed I was all prepared to spend the night in school, but then Mum said 'NO' in that tone of voice which means "no" and so I changed my mind. In the end, we hung on in school till 7, singing hymns and the like, but then finally, reluctantly, made our way home.

Needless to say, none of us got any sleep that night.

The next morning we all were in school by 8.30, to find Neville and Eric already there. Between eight and ten, the whole '73 batch collected - each newcomer sliding in, eyes silently asking the dreaded question. Even people like Darius Moos had been reduced to a state of nerves. Any stranger coming in with a bundle in his arms, was jumped on by five to ten hostile boys, his bundle removed and thoroughly searched, and only then was he allowed to pass.

Rumours flew madly. Queen Mary's had got their results, B'bay International had got their results. Mr. Jacob arrived and was promptly gheraoed. Finally, everyone got sick of the waiting and wandered off to cinemas, restaurants, clubs.

Jug went up to ask Mr. Jacob something or the other. The next minute Jug was running down the stairs screaming-"Results! They've come!!" we didn't know whether to believe him or not, when we heard Mr. Jacob calling us.

I think everyone was at that time offering up prayers to the Man-Behind-The-Scenes. I know I certainly was. Kasturi came in absolutely cool and un-ruffled - "Calm in a feverish world", as Ragini aptly put it.

Mr. Jacob's voice: "Punam Anand, Literature -, Language -"

People kept coming in, faces tense, sweat very visible. All the boys came charging back from the movies, all their bright spirits magically gone. Some-one talking at the back; useless English results; hopeless Maths results somebody coughing; palms soaked in sweat; some-one restlessly pacing up and down behind me; Ragini gripping my shoulders; trying to concentrate on the pen in my hands, but failing miserably.

The waiting was sheer agony.

Mr. Jacob announcing someone in the Commerce classes results, when suddenly Behram screamed, "I've got it! I've got it! Got a 7!" A war dance of sorts followed with everyone shouting congratulations.

Geetu came in late to be greeted with the news that she had got a 7. Naazli's results - a 6! More and more results. More and more names. A never-ending list.

"Kasturi Halder - ............ agg. 6, class I." Loud cheering and congratulations.

"Anjini Kochar" and a deadly silence. - Maths 2 - agg. 7 Whereupon, I promptly burst into tears.

More and more results which gave me time to compose myself. G. V. Arun, a straight and expected 5 - the only one! Where was G. V.? 15's, 20's, second divisions, and a few third divisions. Mothers and Fathers waiting anxiously for their children's results to be called out - all keyed up, tense. I was hardly aware when the last name was called out.

It was all over - the 1973 batch had been launched.

- Anjini Kochar
(originally published in our 1973 graduation yearbook)