Monday, June 28, 2010
Raymond Barnes
This pic of Robert Cooke, myself, Raymond Barnes and Russell Carville was taken recently near Spence Hall.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Sports Day 1969
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Picnic 1960s
Fwd: college
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Kanshi Ram 20 years ago
Monday, June 14, 2010
Fwd: Fw: [oldmartinians] Learning starts with irreverence
Subject: Fw: [oldmartinians] Learning starts with irreverence
To: George Shepherd <georgeshepherdlkw@gmail.com>
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Subject: [oldmartinians] Learning starts with irreverence
http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/extraordinaryissue/entry/learning-starts-with-irreverence
Learning starts with irreverence
La Martiniere was the only school I ever went to. I joined it at 3 and passed out completing my Senior Cambridge. This is the school currently in the news because a student hung himself after the Principal caned him reportedly for not doing his homework. Corporal punishment is always a silly idea. It achieves little, hurts a lot. Depending on which part of your anatomy gets the stick. In our time it was the posterior, and as we all padded that well in advance with notebooks and towels, the Principal (who swung the cane) would first instruct us to drop our pants.
No, I wasn't caned for not doing homework. In our time, students were far more irreverent. Not doing homework was the least of our transgressions. But the ecology of schools was so different then that even when we were punished, we took it easily in our stride. Studying was never a big deal. Learning was. And the real things I learnt out there were either on the rugby field or in the boxing ring and, yes, I made a few friends who have stayed on for life. That's what schools were about in those days and La Martiniere was a fine example. It was there that I learnt music, theatre, swimming, writing, waltzing, carpentry and how to smoke grass. Geography I learnt much later while travelling the world. Poetry I found after I unlearnt Shakespeare. History I picked up from the movies. But the subject I hated the most, maths, is the one I love today thanks to Martin Gardner who taught me the art of artfully resolving any complex mathematical problem.
Caning was commonplace then. No one gave it a second thought. If anything, your classmates saw you as a hero if you got whacked. Like the time the watchman caught me climbing down the waterpipe at night from the Girls School dorm next door. A sudden burst of pigeons from the corner of a ledge woke him up and almost killed me. Another time I was caned for scribbling love notes with strong sexual undercurrents to my junior school teacher, Miss Martin. I was also whacked for helping a friend during an exam. The notes in his underwear had fallen off. The hardest whack I got was for writing an essay which questioned the existence of God and said that if I had a choice I would rather go with Madhubala. Yet I was let off with a warning when they found me, at a social, waltzing with a girl not where the others were, but behind the Tech School in the dark, under the starry skies. My school tie was off. So was her shirt.
Yes, we were punished for many reasons. But we never felt humiliated. We went back and did the same things again, just making sure we were not caught. Caning was like a badge of honour. We were heroes every time the Principal (Mr Chalk and Mr Vyse, the two fine men who wielded the cane on our bottoms) announced our names sternly at the morning service and called us to his office. We knew what that meant. But it never embarrassed us. In fact, I took bets on how many whacks I would get. Three was the max. I always got away with one. I suspect we were caned only because the Principal felt it was his duty to do so. It was an intrinsic part of the Coming of Age ritual. There was no viciousness there. Nor a mistaken belief that caning would make better young men out of us.
Today, the entire ecology of schools has changed. The charming irreverence that made our years there such great fun has all but vanished. What we have instead is a strange combination of fear and stress. The love, the warmth, the humour, the camaraderie that was an intrinsic part of our growing up years has gone. Everything is judged purely by academic performance, the marks students get. It's an edgy, competitive scenario where you perform or perish. Everyone's under great pressure. When I got a first division, I remember how disappointed I was. It was not what I wanted in life. I would have much rather run off with Mr Vyse's charming daughter, the lovely Suzette who danced like a dream and won every race at the school sports. But no, she was not mine to be. She finished school, married an Anglo Indian boy and vanished into the Great Outback.
It's this ecological breakdown that makes corporal punishment look even uglier. When a young boy in Class VIII kills himself for being caned it can only mean one thing: A total breakdown of communication between him and the world around him. School is not where you go just to get some good grades. It's a place where you grow up, make friends, learn a few sports, discover yourself and the world around you. And if someone whacks you once in a while, you take it in your stride. There's a whole world out there to be conquered. You can't give that up so easily.
Pritish Nandy
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Shahab M Khan
Hodson House
Lamartiniere Lko. 1983 - 90
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Sunday, June 13, 2010
Pat Lewis dead
Friday, June 11, 2010
Fwd: Kolkata Martiniere
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Froms="gmail_sendername">george shepherd <georgeshepherdlkw@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, Jun 11, 2010 at 11:22 PM
Subject: Kolkata Martiniere
To: george shepherd <georgeshepherdlkw@gmail.com>
I wonder how much of this is politics?
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Derek (Daku) West
I remember the time, Derek West (bottom right)a prefect, walked into London's hair dressing salon and Kenny Caleb and myself were waiting for a haircut. He didn't say a word to us. He first wangled us to the chair, had his s---, s---, s---- and shampoo, paid, asked us if we had exeats, which we didn't, and walked out. In the night he caned us in the dorm. Those were great days!
Happy days!
Testing my memory for names: From L: Rod Simeon, Bruce Abrahams, Robert Jordan, Dhannu 'Douglas' Ram, James Peters, Cedric Innes, Kochin Wu, Jumbo Roberts. Ram passed away a few years ago in Delhi. He was with the Delhi Police. James Peters was with the Oil and Natural Gas Commission when I met him many years ago. Haven't heard of him since.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
You have got Mail from OMA !!!
From: gautam bharadwaja <jumbo.1951@yahoo.co.in>
Date: Wed, Jun 9, 2010 at 7:41 PM
Subject: Re: Fwd: You have got Mail from OMA !!!
To: hodsonhouse@westnet.com.au
I fully agree with Gautam Kaul,this advt businee is a hoax to suit some guy who has been chosen already,the reqd qualifications r being modelled to suit this chappie.Its difficult to swallow this bullshit.Shame on the scamsters who have set this in motion.The Chairman of the board should be appraised of this development immediately.Cedric Innis., MLC who stays in All'bad could be asked to take up cudgels on behalf of the OMA. Bharadwaja
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Tuesday, June 8, 2010
From across the Gomti
Friday, June 4, 2010
The CM's Riverfront plan
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Fwd: Passing - Fitzgerald 'Fitzie' Lawrence
From: hodsonhouse@westnet.com.au <hodsonhouse@westnet.com.au>
Date: Jun 3, 2010 7:12 PM
Subject: Fwd: Passing - Fitzgerald 'Fitzie' Lawrence
This is to inform you of the sad passing of Old Boy Fitzie Lawrence in Perth on 1 June 2010.
Fitzie attended Lucknow Mart 1930-1936 and led a very active and adventurous life.
He was a stalwart of the OMA in Perth.
Attached are photos taken of him at Founder's Day functions and a brief write up of his life published in 1996
Our sincere condolences to his family
May he rest in peace
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
LUCKNOW - PMG - OFFICE 1956
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Residency pictures
These pictures were taken in May 2010. The little boy seen in some pics is my 6-year-old grandson, Darren Hopkins.