Memoirs

Posting some of the old emails on Cherian's request. You should all be able to add to these posts yourself.

Regards,

Madan

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An omission on my explanation on the following.

"Cherian, remember you used to move your thumb and the index finger fast twisting them in such a way that the tip of the thumb touches the index tip very fast and vice-versa (did I explain it properly??). I used to try it then but could never do it as fast as you did - let's try now when we meet next...ha, ha, ha..."This is done using BOTH HANDS ie. the index finger tip of one hand will touch the tip of the thumb of the other hand very fast, and vice versa. (Looks like we take our childhood memoirs too seriously!)TP.

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Date: Thu, 18 May 2006 12:50:

Subject: Re: Memmoirs Dear friends,To add to the memoirs (thanks Cherian), I remember calling it 'geometry box', and Chellayan Sircorrected me to call it the 'Instrument Box' (this was what some of us were taught in Holy Angels too, but this somehow later got elapsed from mind). And whenever someone amongst us asked a stupid doubt in maths, he used to yell with a white handkerchief in hand, 'entha chothikunney, avidey irikyooooo'. AND before our SSLC exams, for the purpose of putting on record our identification mark on the SSLC certificate, Chellayan Sir called us one by one to show us two marks on our body. For me it was the easiest - I showed by 6 fingers on the left hand and six toes on the right leg. And these are on record, still - in the 1972 certificate.Cherian, remember you used to move your thumb and the index finger fast twisting them in such a way that the tip of the thumb touches the index tip very fast and vice-versa (did I explain it properly??).I used to try it then but could never do it as fast as you did - let's try now when we meet next...ha, ha, ha...Moses Sir, the English teacher in 6th class always advised us never to say 'Rs.100" but say '100 Rs' - and he was right, even now we never say '$100', we only say '100$'. Right?And the music out of the space between the thumb and index, yes, I very much remember this.The sound will be something like - fwufwufwuvfwu...Not sure, how many of you remember these!Still more to come...warm regards,TP.

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At 05:46 AM 5/18/2006 +0100, cherian koshy wrote:

Hi friendsI think it is essential that our memmoirs should be imortalized in a hard copy.Can someone venture to save them, then it is only a question of 'cutting and pasting' Speaking of pastes I remember 'Kolynoos tooth paste' and the smile it signified.Not forgetting Forhans with its bitter taste and Macleans with its dual colours white with red stripes. What i remember most was in those days of austerity, how I squeezed out the last atom of paste by keeping the shrivelled tooth paste tube near the hinges of the bathroon door and then closed the door.I tell this to my children and you expect them to believe ?The Instrument Box has stories to tell, While at Holy Angels there were few nortrh Indians from Pangode Military Camp who used to inset Chappatis and onions along side the compass and set aquare.I relished making the compass 'erect' ( do not mistake me) and try my skill at targets, generations of students would have done that if the desk surface is any indicator, it helped to overcome boredomBut Ganesh , Remesh , TP and their class of elitist Brahmins were more skillled and innovative. One day i vividly remember Ganesh or was it TP (?), balancing a 10 paise coin between the pointers of compasses and blowing it making the 10 paises coin to rotate with a ' zooooooooom' --acceleration/deceleration force in action with sonic displayI think it was Sri Ganesh who had a sense of rhythum and music who was more patriotic , he started playing the national anthen blowing into the fist web (Thumb web is the space between the thumb and index of an outstretched hand). You need good breath control to play the right note. Rest laterCherian to be continued........... M .K (Lame)......Myth and Reality, Messaih or Pariah