….the treasure hunt to find my lost cufflink* (The Mitre)

Vivek Bhasin ( Class of 1970) Back after a leave of absence on past recollective mode ….the treasure hunt to find my lost cufflink* (The Mitre) Being a wanderer, a Ziginare all my life, it’s been rather difficult for me to peg my tent into a concrete block of cement and stay fixed in one place. […]

Politics and the Works, alongside our Love for Bishop Cotton School

Dear OCs, Another winter in the plains of India is now past and gone, but the crispy winter freeze still holds its grip up in Simla. Today being the 28th of February. Every year at this time my Mum and Pa led us to their old 1100 Fiat in Calcutta and slowly drove us to Howrah Station. […]

A Very Biased Christmas Letter from a Cottonian to the family of Cottonians

A Very Biased Christmas Letter from a Cottonian to the family of Cottonians                                                 ‘In transition… with a package*’ ..Good Day ye family of Cottonians, new, old and those who are yearning and may be privileged to become… Through raging storms whilst crossing the tempestuous Atlantic Ocean, working  his way from the Ivory Coast to […]

The Mitre, issues from 1956

A letter from Vijay Khurana, and some of the email exchanges as a result of : Dear All Our mother passed away about two months ago and that process of clearing her belongings is still in progress. Among her papers is a small treasure of letters and other bits which were seemingly inconsequential but have now taken […]

SOUL WARRIOR

SOUL WARRIOR A Cottonian who saw it all. ( A poetic lecture on the realities of life) ..and down the road you see him…. Amidst the destruction that happened all week long…bands of wasted souls wanting to find, search, seek and destroy the fine tuning of Mother Earth..some even searching for love amidst the madness, […]

From the wine country of Bordeaux to the Pillars of Hercules . . .

”from the wine country of Bordeaux to the Pillars of Hercules, on the autopista desde Gibraltar hasta Malaga” …The month of November in Sweden is a month of darkness, and for some, time to reflect on the setting of autumn and the onset of winter. It is that time of the year when the windows […]

School days stories / David Mitchell

In March, 1941, when I was 7 years old, Bill and I had to go away to boarding school at Bishop Cotton’s School in Simla. My mother took us on the first journey by train to Calcutta, an overnight stay in a hotel and then two days of trains up the Ganges valley to Delhi, […]

School days stories / Richard D’Abreu – Peter Maidment – Jim Lee

Here are the stories of : – Richard D’Abreu – Peter Maidment – Jim Lee as a bit of nostalgia of their school days. → Richard D’Abreu: Peter Maidment, Jim Lee and I have been corresponding by email and chatting on Skype for about three years and we decided that it would be a great […]

Ambassadors of Bishop Cotton School (Old Cottonians)

The Meaning of ‘Ambassador of Bishop Cotton School’ A person who represents himself as a distinguished representative of Bishop Cotton School is aware that his grounding and formative years in that great institution are the basis of how he conducts himself in society, be it Public or Private. He has earned the right to be […]