A Little North Of Normality

The annual sports the St. Xavier's Collegiate School is perhaps one of the biggest athletics meet that is held in the city.The school organizes the annual sports every year in the month of December.This year the schedule was almost the same.The march past practice starts from about the mid November and also the practicing of our very own band to play the marching beats.The march past practices will perhaps top the student's "Most Hated" list and each and everybody cooks up their own stories to escape the practice.Even with such negative approach each year the event comes of quite well and this year was no different.As far as me getting involved in the sports I am athletically challenged but the spirit is very much alive and is bubbly with excitement before every Sports.On the noon of the 10th of December our Annual Sports commenced.This year the chief guest was our one time college student .Roosaie Jijibhuoy who was a former Team India player and a common face in the ...

MR OLIVER AN ANGLO_INDIAN teacher.was returning to his school late one night on the outskirts of the hill station of Simla.From before Kipling's time, the school had been run on English public school lines and the boys,most of them from wealthy Indian families,wore blazers caps and ties.Life magazine,in a feature on India had once called it the "Eton of The east".Mr.Oliver had been teaching in the school for several years. The Simla Bazaar with its cinemas and restaurants was about three miles from the school and Mr.Oliver a bachelor usually strolled into the town in the evening,returning after dark,when he would take a short cut through the pine forest. When there was a strong wind the pine trees made sad eerie sounds that kept most people to the main road .But for Mr.Oliver was not a nervous or a imaginative man.He carried a torch and its gleam -the batteries were running down-moved fitfully down the narrow forest path.When its flickering light fell on the figure of a b...

MR OLIVER AN ANGLO_INDIAN teacher.was returning to his school late one night on the outskirts of the hill station of Simla.From before Kipling's time, the school had been run on English public school lines and the boys,most of them from wealthy Indian families,wore blazers caps and ties.Life magazine,in a feature on India had once called it the "Eton of The east".Mr.Oliver had been teaching in the school for several years.The Simla Bazaar with its cinemas and restaurants was about three miles from the school and Mr.Oliver a bachelor usually strolled into the town in the evening,returning after dark,when he would take a short cut through the pine forest.When there was a strong wind the pine trees made sad eerie sounds that kept most people to the main road .But for Mr.Oliver was not a nervous or a imaginative man.He carried a torch and its gleam -the batteries were running down-moved fitfully down the narrow forest path.When its flickering light fell on the figure of a boy...

. Everything you eat is limited TO garlic, onion and tomatoes. .You try and reuse gift wrappers, gift boxes, and of course aluminum foil. .You try to eject food particles from between your teeth by pressing your tongue against them and making a peculiar noise like, tshick, tshick, tschick,tschick. .You are standing next to the two largest size suitcases at the Airport. .You arrive one or two hours late to a party - and think its normal. .You peel the stamps off letters that the Postal Service missed to mark up. .You recycle Wedding Gifts. .You name your children in rhythms (example: Sita & Gita, Ram & Shyam.) .All your children have pet names, which sound nowhere close to their real names. .You take Indian snacks anywhere it says "No Food Allowed" .You talk for an hour at the front door when leaving someone's house. .You load up the family car with as many people as possible. .You use plastic to cover anything new in your house whether it's the Re...