We - that's Suresh, me and his brother-in-law, Radhu - had set off for the school to be in time for the proceedings and despite the traffic, we're in time for the commemorative meeting. And we got the dampening message that Savio, who'd come along with his wife, Annie to attend the Alumni Day - all the way from Chicago - had to make a hasty retreat to his hotel because of pain from a kidney stone that was lodged at an uncomfortable position.
After attending the Annual General body Meeting and participating in the election process of picking up the new committee members - I'm personally glad, on two counts, at the final outcome - we'd returned for calling on Savio, just to monitor his medical progress:-
(a) the baton of leadership of the school's OBA has been handed over by the class of '72 after a fairly
long tenure at the till.
(b) the new President viz. Sam Samuel - my cadet - will, I'm certain, steer the organisation to greater
glory.
Being back in school was an emotional experience as always. The first thing that hits me, always and without fail, is the tremendous shrinkage of distances. Please permit me to explain....the distance from Prasad House to the cadets' mess seemed to be so great when I'd joined the school as a young lad. And today, I find that the same distance has shrunk - virtually - as though, on an inverse proportion to my adding on years! I haven't shared this 'dilemma' of mine even with my closest friends lest it becomes a reason for ribbing!
The evening dinner at the hotel for our small group of class fellows was simply super with everyone turning out to be emotional while reminiscing the halcyon days.
Tailpiece.
I'd, on the occasion, recalled an old number taught to me by the elegant English teacher of our's, the late Mr. Aylmer Patrick Soans and I saw guys getting teary as each one of them had come and hugged me tight. I quote,
"Now's the hour when we must say good bye.
Soon you'll be leaving far across the land.
When you're there o' please remember us
On your return you'll find us waiting for you".
(Note. The last line is sung on a high yet descending note!)
After attending the Annual General body Meeting and participating in the election process of picking up the new committee members - I'm personally glad, on two counts, at the final outcome - we'd returned for calling on Savio, just to monitor his medical progress:-
(a) the baton of leadership of the school's OBA has been handed over by the class of '72 after a fairly
long tenure at the till.
(b) the new President viz. Sam Samuel - my cadet - will, I'm certain, steer the organisation to greater
glory.
Being back in school was an emotional experience as always. The first thing that hits me, always and without fail, is the tremendous shrinkage of distances. Please permit me to explain....the distance from Prasad House to the cadets' mess seemed to be so great when I'd joined the school as a young lad. And today, I find that the same distance has shrunk - virtually - as though, on an inverse proportion to my adding on years! I haven't shared this 'dilemma' of mine even with my closest friends lest it becomes a reason for ribbing!
The evening dinner at the hotel for our small group of class fellows was simply super with everyone turning out to be emotional while reminiscing the halcyon days.
Tailpiece.
I'd, on the occasion, recalled an old number taught to me by the elegant English teacher of our's, the late Mr. Aylmer Patrick Soans and I saw guys getting teary as each one of them had come and hugged me tight. I quote,
"Now's the hour when we must say good bye.
Soon you'll be leaving far across the land.
When you're there o' please remember us
On your return you'll find us waiting for you".
(Note. The last line is sung on a high yet descending note!)
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