Those schoolboy days

 As a primary student  at St. Joseph's High school in Allahabad, I always dreaded the return to school after any vacation, especially Christmas. 

The joy of the winter holidays would vanish, replaced by the rigors of early mornings, shivering baths, and the daunting task of completing holiday homework. Packing bags, donning the school uniform, and climbing into a cycle rickshaw for the ride to school became the routine.

Allahabad was insanely cold and I believe it still is , especially on the days when there is a 'nahan'. It was usually cloudy and depressing . 

I vividly recall those cold January mornings when the mist and fog blurred the tree-lined streets and the sun struggled to shine through. Civil Lines shops remained shuttered in the biting chill, and the drizzle during nahan days only deepened my gloom. As i would pass by , I’d watch people gather around small roadside fires, sipping steaming tea, a scene that always seemed oddly comforting in contrast to the demands of school life.

Back in the classroom, teachers brimming with energy inspected our holiday homework, and new pupils timidly found their place. The bold and the clever always occupied the front benches- the rest of us slunk as far back as possible .  

The arrival of new teachers often struck fear into young hearts- I remember a few of that tribe .

Subjects like Math and Hindi felt oppressive, and Sanskrit, introduced later, seemed even worse. I was poor in Hindi to say the very least .  It’s curious how disliking a subject often goes hand-in-hand with disliking its teacher, though I’m still unsure which comes first.

The lunch recess offered some respite. We played on jungle gyms and swings, brushing off minor injuries without fuss. Boys who owned footballs or cricket bats became instant favorites. if you possessed a yellow tennis ball you were well known !  

 Water breaks meant crowding around a round tank fitted with several taps, some inevitably broken, adding to the charm of our shared school struggles. Not sure if it was ever cleaned but the water was fine- cool and refreshing .  

During the break we also attempted to break tamarind and when all else failed we ate tamarind leaves for their sourness . 

The end of the break was signaled by a long bell ringing, and everyone rushed back to class. The horrible stench of perspiration often pervaded the air, and no one seemed in the mood to study in the afternoon.

 We all impatiently awaited the final bell, which unleashed loud shouting and hooting as students rushed out to go home. Teachers tried in vain to maintain order, but the chaos was inevitable.

Looking back, those days, though challenging, were formative. The rhythm of school life, however reluctant we were to return to it, instilled resilience, camaraderie, and unforgettable memories.

ALLAHABAD CIVIL LINES  NOSTALGIC MEMORIES

St Joseph's College, Allahabad

ALLAHABAD

The All India Anglo Indian Association - Allahabad branch

Jan 2023

 We decided to start the year 2023 by attending church, so planned to go for the 7. 30 am mass at the church in Jebel Ali. 

I set the alarm for 5.00 am but woke at 4.15 am and could not sleep thereafter, so was having tea by 4. 30 am.

It was the New year - I felt happy - I felt fresh and life was good.

It's a 15-minute drive to church and keeping in mind the fact that it was new year's day, and there would be hordes of people rushing to church, or so I surmised, I thought it wise to leave by 6.30am.

Being the impatient sort, I was sitting in the car by 6.20am. I honked at 6.25am to alert the wife that I was ready, and then again at 6. 30am while trying to stay calm and collected but there was no sign of her. She then sauntered out at 6.40 am and without even looking in my direction, she began feeding a stray cat that has adopted us. 

Mind you , I had the window glass down and was kind of glaring!

" Keep calm Michael," I said to myself. " It's new years day, and you must not  get upset  at trivial matters  " 

 I was not hyperventilating or anything just then,but was a trifle annoyed, as I am quite a stickler for time and hate to be late. However, after 37 years of marriage, one learns when to say something and when to hold one's peace. Peace won that morning, and we drove to church. The conversation was amicable.  

On the approach road, there were no cars to be seen, and I was surprised! The parking lots near the church, where there is always a traffic jam, were empty as well- just a few cars had been parked. 

Had I blundered with the timing? I hoped not, as I didn't want to look stupid. 

Fortunately, that was not the case. We strolled into the church and though all the lights were not on as yet, there was tons of place with plenty of empty pews. That was a welcome sight. 

This was turning out to be our lucky day, as the church is usually packed and overflowing.

We sat down in the 8th row but had barely settled in when my wife decided that we should move forward, as that would enable us to get a better view. I won't blame her, because I agreed without hesitation. I usually make a fuss about shifting.  Probably it was the thrill of the new year or something to that effect. There were prayers being recited upfront so all was 'hunky dory'.

Then the church began to fill very fast. Before we could say: "Holy Moses" or anything for that matter, a couple walked in and sat down in the pew in front of us. The lady was of average height with extremely bushy hair but the man was a giant. He was probably about 6 feet 8 inches or more in height, and broad of stature. To add to that, he seemed to be wearing a black suit about 2 sizes too large for him. His size and her hair style made sure that the altar was obliterated from view. By then the pews all around us were filled. So here we were, with this giant in front of us, along  with his bushy haired wife and nowhere for us to shift to.  If he was a few inches taller it would have been fine, as I would have probably been able to view the altar from between his legs. Now that is a bit of an exaggeration but I guess you can imagine the scene.   

Just as mass was about to commence  I looked to the left of the giant and his wife. There was a man kneeling - or so I thought. He looked to be tall too. A closer look revealed that he was a dwarf and he was standing beside his wife who was kneeling. He must have been all of 3 feet and no inches.  That was a strange coincidence indeed, to have a dwarf and a giant on the same bench.

 I was quite amused and this was turning out to be a fun day.

There is just one more piece to add to this story. 

I am having pain in the right knee so kneeling is out of the question. Hence I was seated and the person - a lady behind me, was kneeling.

The opening hymn began, and if ever anyone had a voice of poor quality it was her. She was not just a mediocre or terrible singer - she was downright atrocious.  She was off-tone, offbeat, and didn't seem to know the words either. 

Now they were up on the screen, in plain sight, and in large font, and I don't have the faintest clue as to why she didn't just look up and follow them. 

Sorry, I am not being unduly critical, and with all due respect to her, but her voice was high-pitched and nasal, and she was pretty close to my ears as well. 

Not that she was singing softly either - that would have been acceptable. She was going full blast and her voice seemed to echo deep into my skull. She gave it to me in stereophonic sound for every hymn sung that morning. Let me give credit, where credit is due - for the last hymn - she was not too bad!

1st Jan 2023 was certainly a day I will remember.

Make 2025 count

 Make 2025 Count

As we step into the third day of 2025, the swiftness with which time seems to pass is undeniable. The older we get, the faster years seem to blur by. I remember when i was in school - each day seemed to drag . Todays it's just the opposite . It reminds me of that famous poem |I once recited in an elocution competition and won .

"From a Railway Carriage

By Robert Louis Stevenson

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;

And charging along like troops in a battle,

All through the meadows, the horses and cattle........."

So what will 2025 bring?

 It will be a year like any other, full of highs and lows, beginnings and endings, triumphs and tragedies and thereby lies a tale.

There will be marriages celebrated and relationships dissolved. Some will secure their dream jobs while others face the pain of loss. Children will take their first hesitant steps into schools, and young adults will walk proudly at graduations. Fires, floods, famines, and wars will cast shadows, while other parts of the world will flourish. Life’s complexity will continue to unfold—builders constructing dreams and destroyers pulling them down, sowers planting hope and consumers reaping its fruits.

Education in 2025 is set to be a dynamic blend of technology-driven personalization and human-centered approaches. Classrooms will increasingly leverage artificial intelligence and data analytics to provide tailored learning experiences, ensuring each student progresses at their own pace. Virtual and augmented reality tools will make lessons more  immersive, transforming traditional subjects into interactive adventures.

 However, the human touch remains crucial, with educators focusing on fostering creativity, empathy, and critical thinking—there are so many things that skill machines cannot replicate- at least not right now . 

Schools will continue to focus on prioritizing  inclusivity and global citizenship, preparing students to tackle complex challenges like climate change and social inequality while embracing the interconnectedness of the digital age.

Entertainment will delight us, AI and technology will redefine boundaries, and unimaginable inventions will emerge. Yet amidst all of this, death—the great leveler—will remind us of life's fragility. Some of us will not be here to welcome 2026.

So, what can we do? Simply, make each day count. Focus not on clichéd resolutions but on becoming better, more empathetic, and more compassionate. Strive for personal growth—learn a new skill, create something meaningful, or share your talents with others. Spread love, peace, and joy wherever you can.

This year, let us resolve to make the world a little brighter while we can.

Time moves swiftly, but the impact of our kindness and care can linger long after we are no more .

Let us seize each moment to uplift others, knowing that even small actions can create ripples of change.

Together, we can leave a legacy of compassion that outlasts these fleeting days.

Transportation

 Transportation is essential for movement, connecting people to places. From prams to luxury vehicles, each mode reflects our needs, desires, and the times we live in.

For me, like many of you, it all began with me in a pram, probably wailing at the top of my lungs while being pushed around. It must have been fun after all; I had no responsibilities. For others, it was likely a convenient way to keep me out of the way and above all, to keep me out of trouble, or at least to avoid hearing me wail.

 Then came a red tricycle, which I feel I remember. I could be wrong, but I like to think I zipped through rooms on it, maybe over people's toes—perhaps even getting scolded for it. 

Next up was school, which at first had me traveling by cycle rickshaw driven by a trusted man who lived nearby. It was a slow journey - leisurely and quite enjoyable.  Then came my trusted ladies' bike. Supposedly, my mum had ridden it as a girl, making it ancient by the time it reached me. After some dusting off, a coat of paint, and a hundred rupees later, I was zipping around town. Who cared if it was a lady’s bike? I was finally mobile. It took me, friends, and a girl or two on a few adventures—I won’t name names for obvious reasons. School, church and the market were now a breeze. 

Soon after came the big upgrade—a gents' bike bought second-hand for another hundred rupees. It was in  immaculate condition, and I spent hours on weekends cleaning it to perfection.

 Fast forward to married life, and my excitement reached new heights with the purchase of a shiny greyish new Bajaj Super scooter. My wife, two kids, and I braved the heat, cold, and rain, zipping around town with a sense of freedom. This was life, and I was thrilled to bits. It was always well maintained and my pride and joy.

Then, life took me to Dubai, where we were forced to move around by taxi till I got a driving license.  I was then given a company-owned Nissan Sunny to use. It had seen better days, but hey, it was a car. A year later, I was cruising around in a new one. 

When I became Principal, the school handed me a maroon Mazda 6. What a car to drive - smooth, sleek and low-slung.  But I was just getting started. I then bought my own Pajero, traded it in after four years for an even better one.

Now, I drive a  pearl-white Land Cruiser. Its glossy finish shines in the Dubai sun, exuding sophistication and power. Inside, it blends luxury with utility—leather seats, a few high-tech features, and a spacious cabin. The Land Cruiser handles the chaotic roads with ease, offering smooth rides and reliable safety features. Whether it's the heat or rain, it’s built for anything, providing both comfort and confidence on every journey.

And who knows? Maybe I'm tempted for an upgrade. But for now, this Land Cruiser takes me from point A to point B . Age, budget, and a touch of personal flair all come together, making the ride unforgettable.

My mother

 Miss my mum even more so, at this time of the year.

What remain are beautifully nostalgic memories and a few keepsakes—a set of her old house keys, a faded passport, a weathered bank passbook, a gas regulator tucked away somewhere, and a handful of other little knick-knacks that hold so much meaning. Mothers are truly special, and mine was exceptional in every way.

Her unconditional love and countless sacrifices, most of which I only came to recognize and appreciate much later—were the bedrock of my childhood. She had an incredible memory and unmatched culinary skills, always creating magic in the kitchen. There were some dishes that only she could make! She was a remarkable woman, balancing her role as a part-time beautician and hairdresser, a job she pursued with passion, with being an exquisite dancer. Her graceful waltz, lively cha-cha-cha, and elegant tango were unforgettable. She was strikingly beautiful, poised, and ever so elegant.

She also had some special shops in Civil Lines, Allahabad, that she often visited as a young lady along with me, and later too—Ladies Corner, Kohinoor Chemist, Box Man, Fitwell and Chopra Shoes. There was a famous pastry shop that sold exquisite patties, chicken sandwiches, and pastries she loved (though I can’t quite recall the name). And of course, there was Penny's Beauty Parlour—run by her niece and my cousin—where she would go for her haircuts. Bushy the baker was a must-visit during Christmas time, to bake the traditional Christmas cakes. It wasn’t just about the cakes, though; it was also about catching up on the latest Allahabad news. The talkative baker always seemed to know everything—who baked what and how many! She traveled everywhere in a cycle rickshaw, often keeping the rickshaw driver waiting far too long, and ending up paying more than she should have.

She adored my wife, her daughter-in-law, and her two grandchildren with all her heart. Allahabad was her true home, especially her beloved house in the Thornhill Club, filled with countless friends and cherished memories. Even when she visited us in Pune or Dubai, her heart always longed to return to her home. It may not have been as comfortable as ours, but it was where she felt happiest.

She had a wonderful way of making even the ordinary seem extraordinary—feeding the stray dog that, in truth, may have adopted her; haggling with door-to-door vendors for the best deal; shouting at naughty boys playing football near her door, or sparring affectionately with the servant girl who often tested her patience. Her Sundays were incomplete without church, and even in her 80s, she carried herself with dignity, always looking fresh and tidy.

This Christmas, as every Christmas, I miss her deeply. Her absence is felt at every moment, but it’s during this season that the ache is strongest.

 Mum, you are missed every day, but especially now, when the warmth of your presence, your laughter, and your love would have lit up our celebrations.

Valentine Massey Penny's Beauty Parlour Annette D'SylvaAlisha GuzderPylee VargheseLorraine GomesHerman GomesStanley FrancisBrigitte FrancisEleanor Sybil DcruzMarushka Martins

Reflection Gratitude and Love ...

 Reflection, gratitude and love ................

We are coming to the end of 2024 - As the season of retrospection, gratitude, giving & love envelopes us, and Christmas lights twinkle brighter than my willpower around a box of chocolates, or a delicious ice cream, I find myself reflecting   on all there is to be thankful for- and there is so much. 

This year, like so many others, has been a beautifully intricate tapestry woven with highs and lows, moments of pure joy and quiet introspection, victories to celebrate, and challenges that tested my resilience. 

Through it all, I have been deeply grateful to the people who surround me—family who offer unconditional love and steadfast support, friends who bring laughter and perspective, and colleagues whose dedication and camaraderie inspire me daily- and a special mention of two granddaughters who I dote on!

Each of these relationships, in their own unique way, has added depth, meaning, and richness to my journey. They have turned even the most difficult moments into opportunities for growth and reflection, making every step of this year profoundly worthwhile.

A special mention about my former pupils will not be out of place - your continued respect, accomplishments, and heartfelt connections serve as a constant reminder of why I chose this remarkable profession. 

Reflecting on my journey, I recall with fondness my very first teaching assignment at The Boys’ High School in Allahabad, my beloved hometown, where I stepped into the world of education as a Grade 5 teacher. Those early days were filled with both challenges and triumphs, as I learned the ropes of a career that would come to define my life.

The Bishop’s School in Pune became my second home and a place of immense growth, both personally and professionally. Spanning 20 incredible years, my time there saw me evolve from a classroom teacher to headmaster, with various roles in between. It was here that I truly discovered the transformative power of education and the unshakable bond between teacher and student—a bond that continues to resonate deeply with me.

In Dubai, my journey brought me to the Modern High School, where I had the privilege of serving as Headmaster and being part of a vibrant, dynamic school community. And then to The Millennium School, where I spent 13 extraordinary years as Principal, helping to shape a school that would inspire both pupils and staff alike.

Teaching is such an incredible profession. It’s not just about imparting knowledge; it’s about nurturing character, fostering dreams, and creating a legacy that lives on through the achievements of others. To all my former pupils—from Allahabad to Pune and Dubai, your teenage antics may now be the stuff of humorous legend, but your respect, resilience, and triumphs are what truly define you. You remind me every day why I do what I do and why the role of an educator is one of life’s greatest privileges.

Living in the UAE, one of the safest and most progressive countries in the world, is a blessing we sometimes overlook. Immaculate streets, world-class healthcare, smooth roads (that can’t be blamed for being late), and a truly outstanding education system, it’s all here. Where else can you enjoy this level of efficiency with such diversity and harmony? And yes, let's not forget the freedom to worship, which is a gift not all parts of the world can claim.

As the year draws to a close, I pray for peace in a world that is too often shaken by war, suffering, and loss. Let us cherish what we have, be it health, friendship, or just another day. Here's to looking back with gratitude and ahead with hope. And if all else fails, there’s always another slice of Christmas cake waiting!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

Getting ready for Christmas

 So it’s the 16th December 2022.

Nine days to go for Christmas and there is excitement in the air. 

Thanks to Facebook , Messenger, WhatsApp and the like , many of us have been receiving our FIRST CHRISTMAS CARD , OUR FIRST CHRISTMAS TREE , OUR FIRST SANTA , OUR FIRST SNOWMAN over and over again from the 1st December onwards  . Not to mention being HIT by the FIRST VIRTUAL SNOW BALL .

 Nice – thank you - but a bit too much and over the top at times . 

Cakes and cookies, wine and chocolates  are being made  , Turkeys ordered and then there is that wild clamour to purchase gifts  in the malls . More often than not there are the usual end of year  sales where everyone ends up buying stuff they do not need in the first place . 

Christmas Trees went up during the first week of December and those who could not find last year’s decorations, as they had been put away safely and now can’t be found , went out and bought new ones – only to find the old ones in perfectly good condition a few days later !

Then there are the curtains and the cushions- the new crockery and the crystal glasses kept for those special occasions .  

Not to forget  the urgent requirement for  new clothes and shoes which suddenly become a necessity despite the cupboard already being stocked with recent purchases   .

 If you are a lady , then this is a time consuming operation . Many shops are visited and bored, tired looking  salesmen can be seen putting back dozens of pairs of shoes , folding meters of  material and putting clothes back on hangers – obviously someone looked and walked on to the next shop where the same exercise was repeated .

 Most gentlemen are adept at quick shopping and are less fussy than their female counterparts  . They know what they want – go in and  get it and the job is over and done with before you can say Ho Ho Ho ! 

 Remember I said MOST . I know of many fusspots who spend ages and are somehow never satisfied with the goods on offer . 

These are the bespoke guys who take pride in giving measurements and going for umpteen trials- good for you .  

Schools are closed now and the children are suddenly in everyone’s way – wanting to eat meals at odd times  , itching to go out , asking for gifts ,  begging to be taken to the park . 

All in all it’s a season of fun – friends to catch up with , time to travel if you so desire ,  great weather , plenty  to eat and not to forget – WEIGHT TO GAIN !

And by the way for those Christians like me – let’s not forget to keep the CHRIST in Christmas.

Be kind to one another !