Saturday, November 28, 2009

When the Alwynian met after 41 years in Sikkim - ii



Dhaba (circled) with Class IX classmates with Mr. Firth  (1968)


After a little while, the teachers came back. Mr. Pakianathan wanted to recharge his mobile voucher and he handed me Rs 500 note. It wasn’t easy to locate an ‘easy recharge mobile shop’ in the nearby locality of Hotel Tibet. Yet just near the SNT office, I found one shop that could do easy recharge. Due to the roaming facility I suppose, there was only Rs 100 balance left when I easily recharged the mobile number with Rs 300. It took me around 10-15 minutes to return back to the Hotel, by then the host and guest were comfortably sitting side by side sharing the affection of the old days.    
I sat on one of the sofas near the window with the partly hidden Mt Kanchenjunga facing my back. I was closely watching from behind the old fellows in their own world of the late 60s. Dhaba had brought a Xerox copy of “The Alwynian”, the annual school magazine of Wynberg-Allen School which had photographs of his schooling days and shared with his teachers. They talked about those days, those students, those colleagues and there were two of us myself and Dhama just giving an occasional smile when we were given a momentary look.
Tea with biscuits was served to us at the hotel but I was more into those faces of persons sitting opposite to me who came all the way from London to spend some happy moments in Sikkim. Mr. Pakianathan would say “Oh! Ganashyam”, in his UK ascent he was a nice student, a leader of a Gardening Club, and a sports enthusiast, in reply Dhaba added what I am today is all due to Mr. Pakianathan’s lesson of mathematics and his morals. Mrs. Pakianathan, Dhaba’s social study passed on a smile whereas Mr. Firth too added his views on Dhaba in his couple of years’ stint as a teacher at Wynberg-Allen School. Mr. Firth, with his light golden hair, looked more of a Hollywood actor rather than a teacher much happier visiting Sikkim. He was to India for the first time after he left Wynberg-Allen School, Mussoorie in the late 60s. For Pakianathans it was their second trip after they left Mussoorie in the 60s.
All of a sudden the topic of conversation shifted to “Gundruk”, yes you heard me right and Mr. Pakianathan recollected his memories of Gundruk, which he in his own words told “He (Dhaba) brought me a sack of Gundruk from Sikkim once and it was Gundruk all the week till it was finished” and we all laughed.  In the meantime, Mrs. Pakianathan sitting on the opposite side of us invited Dhama to look upon her video camera to let her introduce her to her daughter who was settled in Sydney. She was letting Dhama watch one photograph after another and Dhama was just nodding up her head in response to her exchange of words.


Mr. Pakianathan, Dhaba, and Mr. Firth (2009)

I was watching everything as one watched over on a silver screen, I could see the enthusiasm and shine in Dhaba’s face and I could read his mind as he was preparing to come out with every thought possible of those days to make the noon-time more momentous. He also had brought along with him old Wynberg-Allen School Day photographs from his album that had the groups of Sikkim. He showed it to Mr. Firth and he was able to identify a few of them. Well little knowledge of information for all, Ghanashyam Pradhan was among the first 8 students to have got a Sikkim State scholarship to study outside Independent Sikkim.
Joining him at Wynberg-Allen School, Mussoorie was Prem Das Rai, present Member of Parliament from Sikkim and Mingma Bhutia Senior SP Check Post residing at Gangtok. Mingma Bhutia ‘Sir’ needs a special mention here, it was of his kind generosity the small get-together of the Alwynians was made possible and he even hosted a dinner for the guests. Other students to join Wynberg-Allen School in the 60s included Tej Rasaily, Gopal Rai, the late Janak Kumar Chettri, and others. In the meantime Dhaba also made her daughter Pramila Pradhan and his brother LN Pradhan talk with his teachers on mobile.
The wheel of the clock was turning around and a couple of hours went by in a whisker of laughter and nostalgic moments. It was time for us to leave, we exchanged our greetings and left Hotel Tibet with the thought that we would be in touch with each other through letters and mail that I had noted down in my notebook. I was to drop Dhaba and Dhama at Parakha and return back to Singtam with Pranay. It was already late evening when we reached Ranipool; the shops at Pakyong bazaar were bright with lights when we crossed it and finally, it was a full moon showing us the way till we reached Parakha.
After having our dinner we made our way back, just a few kilometres from Parakha is a small village called Linkey where one of my old school day teachers lives. Raju Thapa, but we fondly call him Raju Sir; he is running a private school out there. I do make it a point to visit him whenever I go to Parakha and this time around it had been 4-5 years long that I had not come across him. After a cup of hot tea, we made adieu and were on our way back to Singtam, with a wonderful day behind to be remembered for a long time. 

5 comments:

  1. Stumbled on the blog by chance and was taken back years to school when I saw my class photo, a copy which was also preserved by my late respected mother.

    After school, I have been touch with Singe Rapden (who is now in the USA), Ashok Dhillon, Ranee Sahaney, Jennifer Browne (Tytler) and Philip Dayal and recently met Avril Turner and Romilla Paul. Caught up with Shirley Browne in New York where she took me out for lunch along with Neil Browne. Met her again at the marriage of Ranee's daughter. Bumped into Bridget Arora on the Mall. She is now settled in West Asia.

    Sadly, Nirmal Bans Gujral, who I used to meet regularly,has passed away.

    Went to school last in 1994 and met Hartland. However, I was disappointed that the then Principal,Mr Phillips, did not care to meet me even after Hartland told him that I was on the school campus. In fact, he saw me from a distance and walked away. Met Mr and Mrs Edwards during this time and got a warm welcome. While "Eddy" did not recall me, "Ma Eddy" remembered me vividly and gave a nice present to my then small daughter. A lovely couple.

    Ghanshyam, I remember you very well. Cheers.

    Ravi Sidhu
    Class 1968
    Allen House

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    1. Hello Sir, I am Late Mr. V. Ramsnand's son Sidharth here. Heard a lot of stories from those days.

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  2. Hi...I conveyed the message to my uncle Ghanashyam Pradhan and he was very pleased to hear about you.My Uncle used to tell me about you as a friend who's relative is cricketer Sidhu. I am also very happy to mail you.

    My Uncle wanted to know that whether you can share the email addresses and the contact number of those friends to whom you are in contact with.He has left his mobile number for you if you can contact him @ 00919547116106 and his email address is ghanashyamsikkim@gmail.com

    His Postal Address:

    Mr Ghanashyam Pradhan
    C/o Praveen Pradhan
    Universal Printech, New Market, Rongli Bazar, East Sikkim, (India) 737131

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  3. Hi Shital,

    Nice to hear from you. You are doing a wonderful job with your blog and getting Alwyanians together.

    My e-mail: ivar1951@hotmail.com
    asiar1986@gmail.com

    I prefer that the first one is used.

    Phone: 98880-62618.

    I'll revert later on sending you the mail/phones of others or I'll send them direct to Ghanashyam. I can still recall his smiling face.

    Regards.

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  4. Sir, the person standing next to the person circled (late Ghanshyam ji?) Was my father Mr. V. Ramanand. I remember being shown this picture of a priceless period in time! Regards, Sidharth

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