General Stories and Memories

Name of Sender: Suresh Rajan

Student:Food

Story: As most boarders would remember the food at BCBS was disgusting. The only day that we got good food was the day that the Pantry Master died. The teachers all got together and cooked up a great meal. Ironically the name of the pantry master was Mr Rice. At the same time the Sick room matron was Mrs Nurse and the dorm matron in junior dorm was Mrs Wilde. Top That!!!

Name of Sender: Ranjeet J. Kurian

Student:Tuqlak

Story: When I was in 6th standard my dorm master was Mr Brown. He was a harsh disciplinarian and every morning we would have to stand in line for a uniform inspection. If we didn't pass we were whacked with a bamboo cane. The thing I remember most about Mr Brown, other than pain, was his damn dog Tuqlak. The creature was as bad as his master and was never in a good mood. I cannot count the number of times that bugger tried to bite me. Many many people can relate to stories about this damn dog !!

Name of Sender: Sabari Giri

Student: Marbles @ Tops

Story: Who gives a s@#$ about Baseball being a favorite pastime. I remember the days in boarding when Marbles and Tops used to be the s@#$!! Those dudes in Jingle Bells across the street must be millionaires by now, with all the money they made selling those TOPs.!!

Name of Sender: Rajiv Rajendran

Student: Marbles & Tops II

Story: Speaking of Marbles and tops, the garden block, as it was those days, was the venue for most of these "sports". I remember there were a couple of unofficial champs in mabs and tops. And that I was NOT one of those. In fact, my mabs skills were so pathetic, I decided to stop playing and start stealing ! Usually I ended up with a good collection, until the elder brother of some junior school kid whom I had stolen from, decided that it was not a respectable profession and dislocated my left shoulder !

Name of Sender: Suresh Rajan

Student: How to get out of study time

Story: I remember well that the way we got out of study time each night was to take a set of dividers (remember the compass set) and put the two sharp ends in a plug point and turn it on. This would cause a short circuit and blow the fuse. The teachers never worked out why the plug points in the study class were all burnt.

Name of Sender: Suresh Rajan

Student: Getting out of class

Story: The class teacher in 10c was mr Zachariah (1974). We had a biology dissection class. After dissecting the frog we managed to get the carcass into a bag and bring it back to class. This was duly deposited in the teachers desk just before we finished class for the day. Unfortunately this was Thursday before Good Friday holiday. Of course Monday was the Easter Monday holiday. By the time we got back to class on Tuesday the place was full of maggots and the stench so bad that we couldnt have any classes in there.

Name of Sender: Akhil Malaki

Student:The Principal passed away !

Story: It was in 1975 when the principal, A.T.Balraj (or 'Tarball', as he was so affectionately nicknamed by students). He usually used to go around the tower block on his way back to office from home after lunch. We usually had 2nd. language period then and, needless to say, quite a lot of noise in the class (8C). On one such day Tarball just passed by and the Hindi master who saw him through the window said: "shhhhhh, the Principal just passed away!!". Tarball, of course, walks into the classroom to find out what all the noise is about. Just then one of the back benchers softly murmured "Hallelueah, he is risen !!"

Name of Sender: Abhay Toshnival

Student: HITLER AND GRANNY

Story: Man, the way Hitler taught us history in 8th std ('86), we all could re-write history.. He was a class act.. Him and his "Eeenniiff" ( thats supposed to be 'enough' by the way).. And dear ol' Granny, Mrs. Srinivas. She was wonderful.. If only we could figure out what she said half the time.. Really, we needed to sit with a dictionary in class to figure out what she was saying when she pulled you up for something..