In continuation….
Sunday.. The quiet day.. I rise with the sun and hear a multitude of birds.. Is it the dream I had last night or the arrow that flew as Rush rushed past singing “The Garden..” I had butterflies in my gut.. weakness in my knees my body spoke but did I listen? Ever did? “ […]
2020 Christmas Letter / Vivek Bhasin
I managed to climb on top of the highest mountain.. the last married pair of swans one-white one-black come swinging in from the north; just swooshing past me I bloody well jump… just managed to land on the black this graceful elegance.. in flight heading south. I held on to my pants more than his […]
John Long Gone Moved On..
yet flying back I glided in.. soft landing in the courtyard amongst my brooding friends.. We all .. Birds of one feather .. the pigeons and I the only grey.. walking amongst the lot. I find my way amongst the hustle and bustle to where he was sitting .. every morning.. ‘Fore sun up he […]
That Green Hamam soap vs Head & Shoulders shampoo…
Every couple of days I wrote on a little slip.. Hamam Soap, Forhans Toothpaste, Toothbrush, Cherry Blossom Shoe Polish, Boff and Face Vaseline.. handed the chit to Lefroy House Master Mr ( Baku) Malvea to sign off at inspection; then headed to the store room that lay adjacent to the Garam Pani Kamra to get […]
The Hump on the Road – by Indi Khanna
I’m terrible with dates. While I need to shovel loads of fish down my gullet to simply remember even my date of birth date, the one date which is firmly etched in my memory is the 1st of January 1978. I was a young pudian (green horn) SD on Panniar Estate in the High Ranges […]
The Missing Sibling & The Saga Of Kartoo – two writings by Gurrinder [Indi] Khanna
The Missing Sibling While born in Simla, the entire formative years of our son Madhav till he went off to a boarding school, were on an estate in Upper Assam. The upshot was that Madhav naturally grew up with and adopted the ‘garden Hindi’ as his mother tongue. A language which I describe as the […]
Take me….by Himār Arjun Singh
A small poem – just some random thoughts on a late evening – my ode to the beautiful mountains of Himachal. Take me…. By Himār Arjun Singh OC 95 | Curzon | Roll No. 291 Economist & Head, Public Policy at Bharti Enterprises Take me…. Take me to the mountains for I am burdened since […]
MY TIME AT BCS – David Wood-Robinson 1940/4
I and my brother Mark were among the batch of boys from England who came out to India after the fall of France in WW2 and spent most of the war years at BCS. My other younger brother Colin started at the prep school and later moved up to BCS. I started in the Headmaster’s House […]
Batch of ‘04 – from Raghav Kumar
Hi Folks, Hope you doing well! This would be my 1st mail to you. It’s been 16 years since my batch and I, have passed out of school and life has taken us to various places. My batch created a small whatsapp group, so that we can all be in touch. This year has been […]
The Dear Departed – by Ateek Gupta
THE DEAR DEPARTED IT FEELS LIKE YESTERDAY THAT YOU LEFT GOD TAKING YOU AWAY FROM ME WILL ALWAYS BE HIS GREATEST THEFT I DO NOTHING NOW BUT WEEP BECAUSE THERE WAS A PROMISE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KEEP NOW MY LIFE IS CLEAVED IF YOU WERE HERE I WOULD HAVE FELT SO RELIEVED NOW I […]