Air Marshal Adi Gandhi (1960)
That tree reminds me of a specific incident which I will never forget in my life.
We were as usual playing in the Short Break and that day we decided to play darts with a divider for lack of
anything else more exciting. Well I remember
Akheraj, Ajit Uttamchandani, Farouk Chagla and Dinshaw Nariman all being there. We were doing quite
well with the target drawn on the tree till one of my attempts went really wile ( sic Wide ?) and flew right past the tree and into
Nasieeriddin Jhaveri's ankle on the other side. Poor guy had to be taken to the hospital and walking was a problem for a few days. Can never
forget how silly and scared I felt for what I had done. Wonder where the guy is now and if he has ever forgiven me for using him as a dart board.
John Vasica (1964)
I remember one time we were on our way to a Jamboree in Calcutta and we had stopped at a station. I was looking out of the window on the train
and Fr. Serkis sj came up to me and slapped me on the face through the bars. As he walked away he said "You know what that was for". To this
day I have no idea why he did that. That is my very vivid memory of him.
John Vasica (1964)
I have another story to tell about my meeting with Hodi in 1999 when I visited Bombay.
Roosi Modi and I went to visit him in the school. He took us to the principal's office, who was a lady, and we sat down to chat about old times. Hodi looks at me and says that I was a trouble maker when in school and that I had not changed since those days.
So I say to him, "Once a gaandoo, always a gaandoo". Both Hodi and the lady principal were taken aback and at the time I had no idea why. Needless to say Roosi was cracking up laughing.
A while later I realised that I meant to say "goonda" not "gaandoo".
Ah well, another day in the life of a Campionite....
Zarire Screwvalla (1965)
It was a normal school day like any other; we were in our class on the 4th floor with the windows overlooking Cooperage road when suddenly one of us sitting just next to the window got up & in an agitated/shrieking tone said repeatedly “Sir, sir, sir there is so much smoke coming from next door”
For some reason, no one including the teacher gave him much countenance at that time. 15-20 minutes later, we realised the full gravity of the situation; the next building (Khatau Mansion) was completely engulfed in flames and on an emergency footing we had to proceed to the back gardens.
But by that time the situation had worsened, with dense black smoke billowing even into the Arthur House conclave.
We remained there ( for what seemed an eternity) with a traumatic sense of apprehension
What made the incident even more unforgettable and poignant was the news in the following days papers that our beloved priest and counsellor had died of asphyxiation in that fire
This morbid incident left an indelible mark on me because:
—Someone very respected & loved by us had made the Supreme sacrifice in trying to rescue people who he had never even met before in his life
—Of the calm, stoical, disciplined manner in which the entire student body (many of whom were in their pre-teens) reacted to the inherent danger and the horrific sight of a building being entirely gutted at very close proximity.
—The admirable qualities of team-spirit & camaraderie that came to the fore .
Right through the incident all of us seemed more concerned to ensure that our colleagues were all safe and taken care of; thoughts of self preservation did not even come remotely to mind
Aspi Kolah (1965)
I remember :
Alex Correa playing the drums in his brothers band at the Greens hotel opposite the Gateway of India
Manju with his small Fiat
Miss Chico in the fifth standard
Mr Bracken in the eight standard when Khatau Mansion caught fire and the thick black smoke rolling past our fourth floor front class window
KC Leslie and his Panama cigarettes teaching us Physics and chemistry
Mr Gussain with Hindi
Mr Pai Angle with mathematics
and of course the evergreen Hodi.
Surprisingly we missed French in our class, since when in the seventh standard it started in the eight and when in the eight, it started in the seventh.
Zarire, Eddie, Ashok and of course Auduth may bear me out if I had got it wrong with this lapse of time. I thought Mr Rouse’s name was Alfred? Sidney Brown was of course our Maths teacher in our last years and remember the dinner on the terrace for his farewell. That miserly Ribout broke out the alter wine to give a toast. Unfortunately we had him in the last year when Father More, bless him, was sent to Start Campion School in Bhopal and from there to if I remember right to St. Luke’s (?) Solan.
Keith Yagnik (1966)
What an amazing trip this was, celebrating Republic Day 1962 in Delhi as well as a side-visit to the Taj Mahal in Agra! About 200 of us Campionities, from then very little guys like me,
to our Big Boy heros in long pants from Standard 11.
We met our wise and kind then President Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan at his residence in Rashtrapati Bhavan, and our larger-than-life then
Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru
at his Teen Murti Bhavan residence. We were even treated to a walk-through Nehru's famous Rose Garden by the great man himself. Notice how the always sharp, focused, young Michael Pereira
seems to be one of the very few of us who realized the historical significance of the moment of just being in the presence of the great Nehru himself! As one of the littlest "chottus" at the time in our very large group,
I had the honor and privilege of presenting a shiny gold-plated Campion shield mounted on lacquered black wood each to President Radhakrishnan and PM Nehru.
Zerxis Umrigar (1966)
I would love to jaw with David Cullis. He was at York House and we used to take the bus from Regal.
Both of us being broke most of the time , we used to jump off without buying our 5 paise child ticket.
I had to do that repeatedly to get to Colaba. The next day I would see David buying a 15 paise oily, veg samosa(3) from the canteen.
Myself and James De Souza used to save one paise at a time till we gathered 12 paise each and we walked to Kailash Parbat to have 2 plates of Pani Puri each.
Even there we would tend to slink away without the guy noticing and get more bang for our buck (paise) !! Those were great innocent times
Zerxis Umrigar (1966)
Do you remember we used to play across the road at lunch time. Well some of us were playing hockey and things must have got out of hand. Apparently I wacked Massayushi on the nose with my stick,
after an argument. Blood started streaming down Massa's face and he returned to attack me like some crazed Kamakazi Warrior. Man, did I crap in my pants! Twice over, too!.
One, after seeing all the blood and again when he came after me crying and screaming like a banshee. I tell you my knees gave way and I rushed to the toilet.
I cannot recollect if it was due to the pee or for the fact that I wanted to hide from him. Naturally his folks came over that evening and we had a meeting at father More's office.
One look at my ashen face and they must have reckoned that Massa must have been the attacker!! For some reason I wasn't punished, and,
I figure it was Massa's folks generously saying it was just a boy's- will- be-boy's problem. Never had a problem with Massa, though I kept a safe hockey stick distance from him.
I'm sure he attributes the flat bridge of his nose to me !! Would love to see him again.
Christopher Gomes was a great buddy in school. We hung around a lot together, even after school. Now ,Chris was not somebody you wanted to tangle with at any time.
He had a wild wild temper and would practically foam at the mouth when he was livid. He was maniacal when mad, and had a voice to match. Again for some reason I got into a tangle with him.
He did what was then the accepted thing to do. He challenged me to a bout after school hours in the back gardens. How could I refuse in front of 20 classmates!
I must have looked for every excuse under the sun to get out of it, but i was well and truly cornered. I don't know how I must have passed the day, which must have seemed like a week.
Come 4 pm and the hoopla had reached all the classmates. Chris walked out with his huge entourage of followers, hangers on and gang members. And I was left with, guess who?
Hamza Chaiwalla !! the beady eyed, fair, chubby, fellow (also a real close friend ) fancied himself as an evil genius!! He was whispering in true conspiratorial, hushed tones,
what our strategy should be, when every cell in my body was saying 'run Zerxis run, you stupid bufoon" I managed to stay on my feet before the fight , which was an achievement, considering what
was going on in my gut at the time!
The fight started in real earnest and guess what happened. I swung and connected with Chris's nose. he went down as if pollaxed. I stood there in disbelief at what i had done. no body had done
that to anybody before, much less to Chris! I must say there was somebody up there who took pity on me. Before Chris recovered, I realized Father Molina, and old revered gentleman came running down
from school and stopped the fight. I was picked up on my shoulders and take around as a victor.I could not believe what had just happened, but from that day on me and Chris were buddies.We even shared
a couple of sisters as our girlfriends! His "sister" was the petty sexy one while mine was the scary one. I got a lock of her hair, Chris got a lot more. No names here as their brother was a Campionite
It may seem to you guys that I was a toughie of sorts. Nothing could be further from the truth. I was the biggest coward going, and wasn't smart enough to get out of these situations.
Neil Peck (1966)
Under scout trips photo "0000" I am confident it was at Matheranhis (Refer the "Scouting & Trips" page in the "Photographs" section)
I recognise a number of faces 1) Rajiv Dua, Mr Bhatia and a guy named Christopher Rouse/House (??) he was from the UK I recall him because he used to be the Patrol leader for the Penguin Patrol - and he started the craze of calling it
the "Pengimen" patrol much to the chagrin of Fr MoreThis particular camp was also the first time a guy whom we used to call "Bhudwa" displayed his singing talents at the campfire giving us a rendition of "It's Now or Never" - he turned out to
be the resident comic for the 3 days and by the end of the week even Fr More was calling him Bhudwa - much to the amusement of all concerned - of course we very quickly corrected Fr More
Vidyasagar Puthran (1967)
There is a 1962 Class VII
We were teasing Mustansir (Barma) about sitting next to Miss Rosario and this caused him to edge away from her in embarrassment and practically share Dinyar's chair. Also as you can see, there is a scowl
on David Cullis's face while Chris Gomes, Anil Mehra, Brian D'souza and Mark Baptista are grinning,
this is because when Fr More was not looking we were all trying to push David onto Miss Rosario.
Oliver Moraes (1967)
That cameo moment captured on film had ramifications far beyond that fleeting taste of victory.That Loyola won the coveted Tug-Of-War trophy that year against the biggest,
strongest, burliest guys in school - almost all of whom happened to be in either the Xavier or Britto House. We were the little guys, the no-hopers, the underdogs who knew just one thing -
that if we pulled together, in perfect unison, we could not fail. Proving that, was a lesson indelibly learned.
I built a career from that understanding as did Michael Pereira (the tall angelic-looking guy)
and Chris Samson (extreme right, with cap). Incidentally the guy whose hand is obscuring Keith Lobo's face is a wonderful chap named Innocent Roberts who was all heart and courage.
Only too well do I remember that great group! Lubin Soans (extreme left) with his quiet humour and a smile that could light up a room,
Ray Rufus (to Lubin's left) who could - at that tender age - make the girls go wild,
whenever he sang an Englebert favourite. (Ray, the memory of you strumming your guitar, and your rendition of "There Goes My Everything" will stay with me forever.).
Jyoti Pande - reserved and shy- but undeniably destined for greater things and Keith Lobo (to Fr. Ribot's left) - always calm and unflappable - whose friendship I
valued deeply for more that 40 years.
This is the stuff from which Friendships are forged and Character is shaped.
Oliver Moraes (1967)
Visualize this :the year was 1965. Loyola v/s Xavier. Xavier batted first: 149 runs all out.
Thanks to a great start by the Rufus brothers Loyola had managed to muster 138 for 9.
Last man in: Juzar Khorakiwala to face Xavier's demonic fast bowler - Anthony De Souza. We were staring defeat nose-to-nose! Never will never I forget the following scene:
I accompanied Juzar to the crease all the while providing some inane advice. All Juzar did was smile softly and ask me how many runs we needed to win. The first ball was a thunderbolt pitched right up.
Juzar goes up on his toes and flicks the ball to the fine leg boundary. Next ball - a furious bouncer. Timed to perfection. Middle of the bat. Square leg boundary. Like a flash. But it was "Annie's" third ball
that took the cake, the cutlery, the linen and most of the kitchen sink.
Every Loyolaite loved Juzar that day! The sight of him dancing down that pitch and elegantly driving a converted
full-toss straight over the bowlers frustrated head for one bounce and over the boundary, was sheer poetry.
We carried him on or shoulders, we whooped, we danced, we hugged everyone in sight! Loyola had won the
Cricket Tournament for the first time since inception! For that incredible moment - Juzar - I salute you and thank you with all my heart.
Raoul Heredia (1968)
I also remember another anecdote about Ricardo (de Mello). When he performed Czardas at the talent contest. there is a point when he had to pluck the violin strings.
This was of course quite astonishing as the music was moving along at a very hectic pace. Whenever he got to that point it would give him incredible delight as he put on his most
impish astonished look and proceeded to surprise the audience gleefully with the string plucking.
Bravo Ricardo, we always knew you were incredibly gifted. You made our lives at Campion so much fun with your pranks, pink cards, My fair Lady ticket and you forgot to mention the one Rupee note
Jaspal Singh Dugal (1968)
I remember the period, or periods, after Mr. Rousse's sad demise when we had a veritable casino running in class !!
I remember it was the 10th, after all the office bearers had been elected / appointed and almost all were from10-B. (we were the elite after all !!)
Fr. Ribot came and said that we were all responsible students and as the school was extremely short staffed and we would hence have many free peiods and that we should use it to
study on our own as we were going into our final year. (Yeah Right !!!! - Free periods and study ? Not on your life !!!).
It started with Ravi Parkash and me playing rummy (as we usually did - sometimes during class too - and we both had been booked for that crime before also - but that's another story !!!)
The next day others wanted in. A few days later it was up and running - with most guys in on the act. I brought playing cards and counters.
YOU were providing cigarettes - and Harmeet Singh raided his dad's bar and brought the alcohol (in several bottles of cough syrup!!!) The serious students - who didn't want in - were politely
advised to study in the library where other "reference materials" were available - and not to disturb us !!
Things went well, very well, till that rat and momma's boy - Irwin Ferreira (who I called Vermin Ferreira) went and ratted on us.
The only thing that saved us from expulsion is that generally the whole class was involved, including the newly appointed office bearers. Phew that was close !!!! But I got a major clobbering from my dad after
Fr. Ribot called him in, told him about it and suggested I was one of the prime instigators. I was grounded for months.
Sekhar Krishnan (1968)
Wearing half pants was compulsory for PT periods. On one occasion, Ravi Parkash came in trousers. He was asked "Why have you come in trousers despite my instructions?".
Ravi's reply "Sir, This is because I feel embarrassed to show my legs!!"
Joe Puthran (1970)
I spent my happiest years at Campion.
It was during the time of Fr Ribot that a select band of us watched the Cooperage Football games from especially the Rovers Cup
The usual suspects as I remember them were
Vidya, Keith and Kenneth Lobo, Glen Gomes, Rajiv Yagnik
and me. I am sure there were many more but my memory needs to be jogged on that. Happy Days! we sat in precarious conditions on the water tanks on the roof/terrace
and even had our own secret way of opening the door leading to the 4th floor on a Sunday. Fr Ribot once asked me to show him how we did it and as I was devoted to him I showed him and he was suitably impressed.
The other highlight of those days was our sorties with the .22 Diana Air gun which my Dad had borrowed from a friend. Apart from target practice, we achieved great pleasure
killing rats around Campion and shooting Pigeons in the building between Campion and Khatau Mansions which burnt down. Keith Lobo's Mum cooked the Pigeons which regretfully I never ate.
Brian Peck (1971)
In 1968 when Eddie Naronha took over the role of sports master along with Bala Govind he set out to form a school team and the only we way
we could enter was by working our way up from Div 3. Which had 20 or so teams in it. After we trained hard for over a year and during the school holidays and only
after we beat Holy Name in a friendly match did Fr Ribot agree to allow us to enter and we then went on to be promoted to Div 2 and I guess it took off from there and I
now hear that the school team is now one of the best around.
I recall we had to buy our own gear and even had to fund our transport costs to the ground for a 7 am start all the way to Lower Parel and then be back in school for classes.
Some of the team members included,
Geoffrey Pinto, Rajiv Yagnik, Elroy Lobo, Cusrow Minocher Homji, Joe Puthran, Brian Peck, John Thomas, and Glen Matthew.
We wore Red & White Shirts with white shorts and red & white football socks
Cyrus Driver (1971)
Costa was our finishing freestyle response to Cathedral's amazing Tingu Khatau. Once in a relay, the reporting time was up and our guys
were standing around the blocks at either end (Soli and self both reps for junior age group) and
Costa was nowhere to be found.
Hodi's temperature was rising and called on a guy to go check where that "useless bugger Costa" was. Though I was just an observer for that race, I could feel the tension rise as we were about to be disqualified. the
the guy checking around for Costa came back with Costa running behind him. Hodi had managed to delay the call for a few minutes, gave the caller an okay and the guys were up and away just as Costa was reaching his
return block for the last lap and the final splash.
Costa trailing by half a quarter body length to Tingu at entry made up the difference and we were ecstatic to win by a fraction. making up water on Tingu was an almost impossible task and Costa got us through.
But the real highlight was the behind the scene story of where Costa was when the scout found him ......
reportedly sitting in the Campion School bus, having a smoke and smooching a chick!
Soli Colah (1971)
One morning, during the Khandala retreat, some chokra boys were still comatose from the after effects of hooch.
Riaz Ismail, taking a leaf out of da Vinci’s book, decided to learn ophthalmology first hand and chose a snoring
Mahendra Khatau as patient. Spotting specs lying on side of slumbering cadaver and with several willing interns assisting, he covered spec’s
thick lenses with multiple layers of white Binaca toothpaste. Snoring continued as accomplished surgeon calmly proceeded with phase two of operation without anesthesia.
Sharp blade scalpel and shaving cream were sterilized in Narangi hooch and half of left Khatau eyebrow was amputated. Binaca’d specs were then gently put on cadaver’s snout and
surgeon and team mopped brows and sat back to observe patient’s recovery. When Mahendra finally awoke, he beheld a universe of virgin white and lay there shock-still for a while, c
onvinced he’d kicked the proverbial bucket and was in never-never land. Delayed relief reaction was followed by raving incense at missing eyebrow.
Patient declined Surgeon’s offer to reattach eyebrow for no extra charge as successful pioneering procedure was celebrated with much hooting
Soli Colah (1971)
I was privileged to have a ring side seat for the Spectacle War, starring Idris Khorakhiwala and Cyrus Driver. Cyrus, sitting in front of Idris,
didn't have enough space to push back his chair and get up. So he asked Idris, most politely I might add, to pull back his table a tad. Idris, who was on an empty stomach and
not in his right senses, told Cyrus something about where he could shove his chair. Cyrus threatened Idris with dire consequences. Idris remained nonchantly stoic and reiterated his
stance on chair and where. Upon which Cyrus twisted around in a Houdini inspired contortion, whipped off Idris’s huge, black rimmed spectacles, shoved them under leg of chair and started a trampoline act.
Idris in a panic too late, moved his table and Cyrus, now able to get up, compounded already shattered specs into fine grist with his miners boots, custom designed at Jean Junction.
Riot ensued, class disrupted but lynchings somehow averted and everyone lived happily ever after. Except for Idris who legged it to Cairo to get new specs and stayed on to open a cake shop
Deepak Wadwani (1972)
This resurrection of Fr. Ribot brings back memories of my traumatic encounter with him (in his first incarnation), in the hallway after an 8th std. mid-term exam, when I absent mindedly neglected
to turn in my math exam answer paper. After returning from recess and finding my test paper still safely ensconced in my desk, I ran in a panic to try and find someone to hand the paper to, and who should
I run into but a stern faced
Fr. Ribot who looked at me in stoned silence as I explained my predicament to him. Without a word, he took my exam paper and ripped it in two in front of my eyes and walked away.
Neville Kapadia (1974)
Our Marathi teacher was Mr Miranda, who wore trousers made out of shark skin material (very hep in those days) and
Vinay did provide the hair oil! He (Miranda) also bought another school teacher's motorbike -Yezdi or Enfield and initially insisted on depressing the leg kick start pedal with his hands to get going! Also remember previous to him was the thin and tall Marathi
teacher Mr Kadam (nickname 'hipless'), who said " It was so cold, so cold, that it was like froze!" and also "surrender your culendur" (Campion School's student diary) to me! so he could write a teacher's remark. He then left
and joined Air India. It was Father Donnely who got pasted with black ink from
Mehernoosh Irani's pen-I sat next to him when he did it! needless to say Jamnadas from the office who gave us a mouthfull, was not impressed as the sprays of ink also went onto the wall below the blackboard.
And Mr Leslie's -Chinese Bangle torture when you pissed him off with a wrong answer!
Who was the one that used to pull your side burns up? Mr. McGready or Leslie?
Hodiwalla -"Headache in the stomuch!" when you tried to opt out of his marching class
Yazd Goiporia (1978)
Brother Tort applying mercuro-crome on our elbows and knees after Hodi made us crawl in the backgarden because some of us hid behind a tree during his "four rounds of the feld"
The time Gomes kept the entire school waiting in assembly in theTagore Hall and warned us not to move "or even breath" as punishment and I had this terrible itch on my leg
Dadiba Pundole (1978)
In the ninth, Patrick & I shared the last row in the long class room. Once in a while he would give me money (I think Rs.2.50) to get him a pint of Arlem beer.
It was his responsibility once I handed him the bottle. He would very generously share the contents with me between periods while willing to take the entire blame if caught. The empty bottle
would stink up the desk but Patrick the senior citizen I guess had a liquor permit by then and did not seem unduly concerned. Disposal of empties was his problem.
I think the only thing we both missed was a cigarette with the beer.
Sanjay Parikh (1978)
We used to have a Moral Science teacher in the 7th....Mr. Varghese. He reads out from the text...."Call no one else your father, but the one above".
Sridhar asks him, "Sir, what do we call Fr. D'Mello". He spends the rest of the class kneeling. Mr Menezes - Was sitting next to Khozema in the 9th. One of the lenses of my glasses had broken. This dude puts them on, and when Manju comes to class he scratches his eyes from the front. Don't remember Manju's reaction
Sanjay Balan (1984)
And so as I remember all the incredible Campion moments .... here's my compilation of top 10 favorite memories.
#10. Miranda (Marathi teacher) coming into class (several times) when Dora Noronha nee Fernandes was teaching and saying "Dora, one minute". I think it was more the action that he made rather than what he said. It was said with one of his legs off the ground, his upper body kind of leaning into class and his thumb and forefinger placed together.
#9. Karanjia telling Jerry Levi (what happened to him?) -- "That blessed Levi, his father is a gentleman but he's not a gentleman". As an aside here, I think Karanjia had easily the best handwriting of anyone in Campion.
#8. Juzer (or Zooza), carrying on this hilarious monologue with Mrs. Paes about how Kapil Dev was a PACE bowler and how Madan Lal was a medium pace bowler and on down the list to Lillee, Thomson, Holding etc., until Paes had to tell him that she had never heard of anyone of these people!!
#7. Bhal throwing his glasses when he got into a foul mood which incidentally was almost every class. Amazing that those glasses never broke . Should definitely consider it as an advert for LensCrafter or Lawrence & Mayo.
#6. Jay Nayegandhi's ' Harassing the Class Monitor' speech in the assembly. This was a really funny speech and it actually ended with Fr. D'mello's --- Devotion to Duty quote !! Jay, actually got into some trouble because of it and had some explaining to do to Sheth (Prefect of Discipline).
#5. Arvind Puri telling Joe Sheth -- "Look who's talking" when Sheth told him that he was getting too big for his boots. Man, Puri you had some guts !!
#4. Tellis on the 7th standard picnic, demanding an "Orange Squash -- Manshani Special" at 2 am. What a great picnic that was ? This totally inebriated guy falling over people, using bad language and keeping us up throughout the night. For all of Tellis' misgivings one must hand him the fact that he was really entertaining !!
#3. Leslie pulling up his pants in this amazing one-two maneuver. He would have his forearms perpendicular to his body and his elbows would scrunch his pants against his body and slide them up into position. Quite astounding, I've actually tried doing it and its much harder than
simply using your hands ..
#2. Stephen D'Lima going into hysterical laughter when Fr. Miranda was telling us about the 'Johari Window' ? This was some kind of window into your inner self and how it would help you to feel your body or something. Now, why Fr. chose to say this to a bunch of 15 year olds, I will never know... but I digress. Anyway, Stephen is in the throes of absolutely uncontrollable laughter and Fr. Miranda asks him to stand up because he doesn't think he was paying attention. And of course the very action of standing up sends Stephen into even greater convulsions of laughter. Meanwhile, the entire class is laughing at Stephen laughing . Stephen easily had the most contagious laughter of anyone in class with Navin Prabhu being a potential second.
#1 (Drum roll here....)
Situation : Goosey in the middle of reading a chapter from either Darpan or Chune Huey Phool. All of a sudden, a compass comes flying onto his desk with a note stuck in it. This infamous compass and note was actually making its rounds in class with Goosey being completely oblivious to it. Somehow, someone is bold enough to stick it on Goosey's desk. (Ok, fess up whoever you are... we will be lenient !!)
Anyway, Goosey is totally stunned and picks up the compass and the note and reads the note. Goosey's face turns pink and then a shade of purple. He looks over his reading glasses and a small 'Ope' escapes his lips. He doesn't say anything, being absolutely shocked by the contents of the note and actually hands the note to Sheth (Prefect of Discipline) at the end of class.
Now for all those who don't remember the note and are dying to know what it said... hang on I'm coming to it. Anyway, Sheth is actually really amused by the note and doesn't make a big deal out of it and comes to class and tells everyone that it was a pretty amusing note although he doesn't say what it said. Well here's what the note said
"NEXT TIME IT WILL BE YOUR P---K !! SIGNED... COBRA"
How do I know what was in the note ?? I wrote the note and I think I put it on Tushad's desk and he passed it on to someone else and it kept going around until its final destination. I must admit that I had absolutely no intention of actually sending it to Goosey.
But in hindsight I'm glad that it did. Made for another funny and indelible memory.
Nadir Karanjia (1984)
Anyway, enough of this self - depreciating humour; lets talk about the Hodi.I remember one perticular time where he stood on my knees, and made me do that WAND exercise in the back garden - the guy was enjoying himself . I can still hear his booming voice over the microphone amidst Hitleresque Marching Band music from a scratchy record "NAAADDDIRRR KAAARAAANJIAAAA yoooou FATTIELUMP !!! THAAAAAT BLOOODY NAAAAAAADDDDIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRR" - just loud enough to humiliate you not only in the backgardens but all across Nariman Point and the Fort business district too !!!
There should be a support group for ex NCC Air Wing victims. One very clear memory I have is when we were free of the shackles and were at HR college we saw the Campion bus coming back from CCI one after noon and my ex-batch-before-this one colleague Sanjay Gadvi ran into the middle of the road and started dancing in path of the oncomming bus - much to Hodi's FURY. And finally when Hodi looked like he was about to
fly out of the front window and kill Gadvi - Gadvi in a flourish stepped aside and permitted the driver to lift his foot off the brakes , raising a toast (his cutting-chai glass) to Hodi as the bus zoomed past . Wow - Hodis face was unbelievable - just unbelievable as he passed - he kind of looked like a strussed up owl in a window
Tarun Theogaraj (1996)
My most vivid memory is of sliding down the banisters rather than walking down in the accepted "young gentleman" fashion. C'mon, we've all done it haven't we? On one occasion,
I rounded a corner and was all set for the next section when I see Stan Gomes waiting at the foot of the stairs. For some unfathomable reason, rather than jump off and walk down (or run up!),
I slid all the way down while he waited there, foot tapping. If I'd been a cartoon character, that's the point I
would have just melted into the floor. Inexplicably, and uncharacteristically for Gomes, he didn't say a word. Just made a funny disgusted sound and stalked off. It was enough though, and that
was the last time I slid down the banister!
Another memory involves Goosey and Sean Fernandes (or was it Abhijeet Patel?)... Goosey used to have the habit of pulling your sideburns when he was irritated. For Sean, it happened often enough that
one day he came to school without any... he must have been shaven clean halfway up his head! Left us in splits to see Goosey struggling to get a grip, and getting more irritable with each unsuccessful tug.
Sean was also responsible for an extended break between periods in the 10th standard once... Caloo (Colaco) was in the habit of taking off his watch and putting it on the desk while he taught...
the temptation was too much, and Sean changed the time, and of course we all began clamouring that the period was over. Caloo stalked off to find out from Jammy why the bell hadn't rung, while we
enjoyed a brief respite. It was short lived, because he came charging back in 10 minutes later demanding to know who the culprit was. Luckily he found it pretty funny himself and it all ended well