Category Archives: Articles

Letter from a Cottonian & member of BOG of BCS [Anil Mehra]

Dear OC’s
No one forgets their school years . Memories of BCS grow stronger & each of us have our own memories, but there are many which are common amongst most of us. However, our zest to do good for the Alma Mater still remains our top priority. I also know all OCs wish to contribute in any which way for the good of our great Institution and its stakeholders.
Let me share with you that for several years during the period 1976 to 1986 a huge void was created by the school for ‘not allowing the Old boys to freely visit and interact with the School’. Sadly, you all will agree that this was not in the best interest of the school too. Ravi Sawhney and myself, were determined to set this situation right but did not make much head way due to Brig. Sam Mukand, (the headmaster at that time), in not allowing any OC visitors to the school without his written permission which was unreasonably withheld . Later, through my conviction and ‘never say die’ attitude, I, with the support of D.C Anand Sir (President Emeritus – OCA India), proposed to amend the constitution in February, 2006 to clarify and provide inter alia:

a) All properties and assets of the School shall vest with Bishop Cotton School Society Constituted under the Societies Act;
(b) The President of the OCA (India) will be an ex-officio member of the Board of Governors (BOG) of BCS;
(c) At least 2 OC’s will be inducted as co- opted members on a term of 3 years. The co-opted members are of course eligible for re-election; 

(d) All capital assets shall be approved by the BOG;
(e) The Headmaster BCS will be the ex-officio member secretary of the BOG with no right to vote;
(f) The Recording Secretary will be appointed at each meeting by the members present in the meeting;
(g) Importantly, that the decisions by the BOG are taken according to three fifths of the members entitled to vote etc. And thus the existing Veto rights & casting vote was done away with for ensuring that the normally accepted system of prudent management is in place for years to come. His grace, the Bishop Samantaroy has led the school for almost 3 decades with dedication & admiration from all. Yes, without these statutory changes, the Old boys would not have any formal say in the affairs of the school. And, with the honour of being on the board, a privilege indeed, also goes the fiduciary duty for serving the school. 

At the cost of being immodest let me further list down and share with you all, just a few achievements & challenges over the past few decades including my brief work experience & acknowledgements to OC’s: 

1.(i) ROBUST FINANCIAL POSITION: When I took over the added responsibility of chairmanship of the Finance Committee , the school had losses, debt-ridden situation where even the Endowment Funds & statutory gratuity liability was not funded and the school was burdened with accumulated financial liabilities of about 5/-Cr. In a very short time, the annual losses were not only arrested but converted into a reasonable surplus each year resulting in a healthy cash surplus. And this was achieved despite lower school fees than others. These results could not be possible without the support of the BOG , the Bursar Mr Rajiv Mehrotra & his team. (ii) The challenges of Covid for about 3 years were met very successfully by the management of the School. During this period, while rebates were given to the entire students including higher help to deserving students through the bursary scheme, on the other hand the school did not enforce any salaries cuts for the teachers & staff. 

(iii) The school is today equipped in improving the overall salary structure with higher salaries to deserving teachers based on reviews & recommendations to teachers with proven track record.
(iv) The food menu is good & plentiful 

(2) FINANCIAL CONTROLS: Strict internal controls both financial & non-financial have been implemented. In a nutshell the School’s financial position is sound & robust enough to meet the immediate basic future infrastructure needs of the school . However, OCs are welcome to contribute generously to the School through the OCA for the mutual benefit of all its stake holders.

(3) INFRASTRUCTURE: Reconciliation of the school land under various categories and survey of the land has been professionally done & recorded to ensure accuracy in ownership as a prerequisite before embarking on our various infrastructure projects. The school has an ambitious plan to spend a further about 35/- Cr in next 3 years from its surplus corpus funds. OC’s Jaspal Sawhney current President and Manav Singh, have volunteered to help & oversee the infrastructure demands of the school. Thank you both. 

What has already been done: In the last few years, the School has built teachers quarters below the cart road, the entire bitumen road from the entry to our School leading to the cart road below is cemented which will be good for years to come.
The Classrooms & Senior School dormitories have been heated for the comfort of all students. The Middle/ Junior school classrooms/dormitories are being heated and this project will be completed in time for the start of the 2024-25 academic year. The 3rd flat has fitted with an imported ‘artificial turf’ to provide the best playing conditions throughout the year. Further refurbishing of the entire Junior School is at the advanced stage of completion. 

What is being planned in the next 2 years : Now that BCS has generated the funds, we must upgrade BCS to its pristine glory and chase our quest for becoming an undisputed number one boarding School for Boys . 

(4) CONTRACTS: The processes for awarding contracts for such infrastructure work are totally transparent & awarded to vendors with proven track record. 

(5) TEACHING STAFF: Audit on teaching staff & identifying teaching gaps of teachers & improving their skills /learning through teacher’s training programs are being formalized . Simultaneously, the school has plans to upgrade teachers grades & emoluments for attracting talent & revamping of school faculty & Library. I have seen the Doon School impressive library & hopefully the management will upgrade ours to at least their level. 

(6) HEALTH CARE: BCS has a Special program to assess each student’s health at all levels with regular feed back to the parents on the child’s progress on each activity e.g., eyes, teeth, posture, height , weight, sugar, blood pressure etc. I believe BCS is one of the very few schools to have this program which has been restarted post Covid. The school attention towards the boy’s comfort & welfare is utmost. 

(7) IMPLEMENTING SOLAR POWER: The blueprint including positioning of solar panels at 4 to 5 locations to give maximum output in units produced has already been vetted for its implementation when required once the subsidy is restored. Similarly, comprehensive study for water harvesting also needs to be planned & implemented. 

8) INTRODUCATION OF O/A LEVELS: This initiative has been implemented during the current academic year 2024 by the current Director Mr. Simon Weale. This will give the students of BCS the much-needed opportunity for the pre university education options.

Mr. Simon Weale– Director, Mr. Mathew – the Headmaster & their team are doing a wonderful job in maintaining some of the traditions and simultaneously are also doing their best in uplifting the education standards & co-curricular activities with the changing times to meet the Parents increasing demands under various parameters. I hope some of these initiatives will go long way to overcome the challenges being faced by the school for retaining boys generally and particularly after class 10 for class. 

(9) STUDENT STRENGHT: The school needs the Students strength to restore to at least 450 to start with, even though 475 is the ideal strength to commensurate with the facilities and to sustain its financial health & infrastructure program. At present our numbers are about 400. 

(10) ALMA MATER FUND AT SCHOOL: For the benefits of OC’s who may not be aware that we have set aside an OCA fund of 50/- L in the school where the interest (about 4/- L p.a.) can be used by the school for OCA at the OC week/ Annual get togethers at Shimla to facilitate and celebrate students of each class after completing 25 years etc. There is also a Bursary Fund for deserving students including that of old boys. For further improving ties with their alma mater BCS, the OCA & the School have already recruited a separate alumni secretary, based at the campus. 

11) ENDOWMENT FUND: I have an Endowment Fund (present corpus is about 5/- L) set up almost 20 years ago, for the Accountancy Prize at BCS which also allows them Articles hip in one of the big four accounting firms once they have merited themselves as graduates. It is a matter of record that Chartered Accountants (CA) are highly placed as MD’s, CEO’s, CFOs in most organizations worldwide. C.A. has become a fruitful degree requiring minimum education cost that will hold such Students in good stead. I will be happy to guide and advice the students at BCS towards the same. 

(12) SESQUICENTENNIAL: I was privileged to be one of members organizing the sesquicentennial celebrations of the school in 2009 which went off rather well. We wish to acknowledge Vivek Bhasin for doing a wonderful job as Master of Ceremony. Vivek, through courtesy of the India Today FM music channel, used the platform effectively for interviewing OC’s & played Rock Music for everyone’s delight. The historic celebrations were well supported by the school teachers, members of the BOG & many OC’s while the class of 1959 supported financially the maximum. By the way, I was the single largest contributor, but sadly I could not attend the celebrations as just a few days before I was down with Swine flu. Jaspal Singh Sawhney as convenor ensured sufficient funds were collected for the festivities. 

I am glad that in the current year 2024, 165 years of celebrations of the school has been planned and we hope the old boys will participate in abundance & contribute for its success.

(13) ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS to BCS & OCA : My education at BCS has duly rewarded me for building a successful career. After graduating in B.com (Hons) from SRCC, I was amongst the few handfuls of meritorious graduate friends including another OC & a close friend A.K. Puri (Tunu), now based in Florida USA, selected by the RBI to be allowed to pursue the CA in London-UK in 1963. Post leaving BCS, my father made sure I was toughened by going to the ‘Akhaada’ in Old Delhi in the wee hours where I was trained to wrestle both Indian & Western styles and that gave me a perfect platform to get fitter. I say it with pride that I made up in sports by representing SRCC college in Hockey, football, Cricket, Table tennis & was awarded colours in Swimming. Playing Squash in London with some of the partners of the accounting firm held me in good stead. Today, I play golf regularly at weekends at the membership clubs Delhi Golf Club & Jaypee Greens and occasional billiards at the Delhi Gymkhana Club. This keeps me busy keeping up with old friends and make new ones simultaneously. You will all agree that meeting old school friends/ batch mates and remembering & recollecting old memories of those good old school days at BCS gives us immense satisfaction. 

I take this opportunity to acknowledge some of my Cottonian Sirs and friends who have supported me & the school. Let me thank Wendy Dewan (walking encyclopaedia on the history of the school & who also worked for the BCS administration) & Toti Agarwal, for being my guardian angels during my Train journey from Delhi To Shimla when I joined BCS in 1954. I was in BCS for 5 years and was a below par student but excelled in sports (awarded Boxing colours in the years 1956 & 1958). Regretfully, my biggest disappointment was that I could not finish my schooling at BCS but fortunately I caught up with most of my colleagues later at the Delhi university in 1960. I transformed my education status from poor to meritorious one through sheer hard work, dedication & the Cottonian spirit instilled in me without losing my focus on sports. The results were, indeed, gratifying. 

Since I left the school couple of years before finishing, I was even more determined to give back to the School in any which way. After my return from London in 1969, I, along with Mr. R. S. Sawhney, who we lost very early, Ini Bawa, Jogi Kohli & others registered the OCA (India) as an association in 1969/70. Maj. General M.N. Batra, a senior distinguished OC was the unanimous choice as the president of the OCA. I have been associated with the school ever since my return from London in 1969, initially as the secretary & later as the President of the OCA (India). I wish to thank my friend Mr. Ravi Sawhney, the President – OCA India during the 80’s (now in Bangkok) for sharing the burden under difficult & frustrating times during Brig Mukand era. 

I also thank Mukhi & Sukhi for their hospitality and whose residence at Villette was raided by us frequently. I also thank Teji, whose residence at ‘Knollswood ‘was available with open arms to the OC’s. Both these Heritage Estates in Shimla were ‘homes away from home.’ For several years in the past, the premises at Plaza Cinema (Sawhney’s) and Bawa’s residence at 6 ,Hailey road were used for OCA meetings/ get- togethers till we moved our annual Lunch get-togethers to the splendid location of the Anand Group headquarters, at 1- Aurobindo Marg, courtesy Mr. Deep Anand (President Emeritus ), a very successful businessman, who will always be remembered for his advice at the Board & even otherwise for his generous financial support to BCS & his ever supporting wife Kiran towards the OCA fraternity. On behalf of myself & the OC’s we thank you sir for your unstinting support. 

I also wish to thank The Sawhney’s, R.S. & Jaspal & the Bawa’s Ini, Sweety & Lovely for their support & hospitality to OC’s at the premises at Plaza & 6 Hailey road respectively. A special mention to my friend late Col. S.M Jain (past President-OCA), who kept the OCA flag flying for many years, for his huge support to OCA & BCS whilst he was with the Anand Group. I wish to thank my Childhood friend & Cottonian Tunu Puri, for donating a large sum of money to the Samuel Foundation Trust (headquarters in Germany) to operate in Delhi where hundreds of women, mostly house-wives, were given the opportunity to be self-employed in making garments for their livelihood and which also gave them the recognition & respect from their husbands & in- law families. Thank you Tunu for imposing your faith in me and allowing me to partner you in this Philanthropy. 

I also wish to thank OCs Late Jasbir Sawhney, who helped the school with his Architectural excellence, Past Presidents of OCA (India) – B.M.Singh, Justice R.S. Sodhi, Sukhinder Singh, D.S Jaaj (was also the Schools’ auditor), Justice S.S. Saron, the current President Mr. Jaspal Sawhney & their team of Cottonians spread over all the chapters in India & abroad for their support. I also wish to thank my seniors, the legendary Virbhadra Singh, Chief Minister of Himachal for many years who was invited by school as chief guest on occasions, The Batras, Gen. Rawley (my neighbour), Chand Pasrich (past President – OCA), K.C. Anand, G.P. Singh, (The legendary Freddie Brown acknowledged G.P. as having the Best handwriting in School), N.D. Mehra, Soni, A. S. Dulat (Judy), Vishi Anand, Guri Sandhu.

I also wish to thank some of my colleagues who frequently attended the annual get togethers in yester years viz: Vijay Singh (Piloo), Mehra Bros., Vijay Khurana, H. Janartha (ex-member of the BOG-BCS ), Captain Vivek Bhasin (Sweden – who articulates the history of BCS better than anyone & narrates many nostalgic events of the school with flair & colour). Vivek has given much time to the school to provide courses to students on Etiquette etc., Chickoo Daljit Singh, Badal, Chetan Ahluwalia of pioneer sports, (key person in organising golf events for OC’s), Prem, Thomas Banon, Nakul Anand of ITC (who recently received the Hall Of Fame Award from the International Hospitality Council & whose good offices catered the Delicious Lunch at numerous Annual get togethers), Pillars of OCA – Ash. Virk, Vijay Singh, to name a few and of course many other old boys who have given much time & support for their Alma Mater. Forgive me if I have missed some names. 

Simultaneously, the OCA in London was galvanised during the 80’s through courtesy Anil Bhasin who hosted the annual get together lunch at his hotel on Half Moon street, off Green Park. Thank you, Anil, for rekindling the OCA- UK. Later the annual get togethers at London continued to be held each on the last Saturday of June each year, first under the Presidentship of the dynamic & pleasing personality Gay Niblett sir -member of the BOG -BCS & his charming wife Christine. Thereafter, the reigns were taken over by the President Kuljinder Singh Bahia of the famous South Hall Travels who achieved the heights of excellence in his successful travel & hospitality business. The dapper dressed Vivek Bhasin & my friend Raj Lamba (Whom I stayed with in Scotland), Padam Singh & Vinod Nanda were all there attending the annual get togethers at London. Bar a few years till covid, I attended the Annual Get togethers in London each year in June where I was privileged to meet also many of the legendary & Cottonian stalwarts like Arthur Jones, Lumbo Evans, The Krischner Brothers, Bob Myers, John Philips, John Whitmarsh Knight, Tony Sinha, Alan Bapty, Ken Richards, Behram Irani, Daljit Jaijee, Jogi Chahal and of course the ever-green Hindi speaking Peter Stringer. We must also thank Peter Stringer & his wife Margaret for their generosity in hosting lunch for some of us each year & set the ball rolling just before the annual Lunch get togethers. 

I know that friends made in boarding schools are invariably the only insurance policy one can rely on and I am indeed fortunate to still have a few, thank you, BCS.

NOSTALGIA & WAY FORWARD : Some of us do feel that the school up to the 50’s & early 60’s was at its pristine glory when standards & traditions remained high, but I feel nostalgia alone can turn toxic if we believe that the school has gotten worse. I agree that Parents’ expectations are high in today’s ever-changing education and digital environment and the school needs to focus more on Science/ technology including AI. Financial literacy is another area which we don’t teach in schools & should be part of the education system. Further, Chess through online classes can also be conveniently included in boarding schools. BCS needs to play a vital role in fostering an environment conducive to intellectual & social advancement by encouraging the faculty to innovate & develop new relevant courses that will push boundaries of knowledge & our heritage at the forefront of our students & make BCS a stronger brand. 

BCS is fortunate that the members of the board are all persons of proven track record in their respective field & I am indeed privileged to work with them & take this opportunity to thank them for their support. 

I know age is just a number but now that I am an Octavian and a proud great grandfather, I am doing my best to continue with the same gusto as before for the benefit of the school. Memories & habits in school are hard to die. I am still polishing my shoes, making my own bed & driving my car to office. I am happy for it and that keeps my reflexes in better shape. I do wish & hope that the old boys give their suggestions in any which way for the benefit of the school. Please write to the President OCA & based on merits of your proposals, I have no doubt that the School will look at these positively. 

In the end, with all humility, I thank the Board & BCS for recognising my services for over 30 years as Board member & as Chairman of the Finance Committee by conferring the prestigious “SPARTAN” at the recently concluded annual get together in February, 2024. This mail may also be taken on record as my formal set of brief achievements & my dedication to OCA & BCS collectively for 55 years since 1969 for being conferred this honour. 

Three Cheers for BCS. Best Wishes,
Anil Mehra (Dimpy)


After graduating as B.Com (Hons.) from Shri Ram College of Commerce, Delhi University, Anil Mehra qualified as a Chartered Accountant & is a Fellow Member of the Institute of Chartered Accountant of England & Wales and the Institute of Chartered Accountants in India.
He started his career with Thomson Press, Printing arm of the India Today Group, and Retired recently as Vice Chairman and Managing Director of the India Today Group, a Multimedia Group with over 47 years of association and continues as an Advisor to the India Today Group. 

He was Instrumental in creating various new generation businesses, spanning across Multimedia, Education, Finance, ecommerce and other business verticals. As a Professional his expertise lies in Financial Management, Tax Planning, Legal & Corporate Affairs and Corporate Structuring. He was Instrumental in creating various new generation businesses, spanning across Multimedia, Education, Finance, ecommerce and other business verticals. As a Professional his expertise lies in Financial Management, Tax Planning, Legal & Corporate Affairs and Corporate Structuring. He is a Governor/Trustee of leading Educational institutions & Director in companies. He has served as a Member, General Committee Co-Chairman Membership committee and Treasurer during 11-12, 12-13 of the Delhi Golf Club. 

He has served as Past President of Institute of Internal Auditors (Florida) Delhi Chapter, and currently is the President of Association of UK Chart & VED Accountants in India. Recently, he was privileged to be included in the Book “Building Strong Economies” launched by ICAEW in December 2017 as one of the achievers in India amongst members of ICAEW. 

Compiled by: Ash Virk


PDF File from Ashwani Virk attached here:
An accomplished Cottonian

Article on Fali Nariman’s school days at BCS

Posted by Mr. Lakhanpal on the OCA Mumbai Grp.
Sent by Ms. Deepa Kennedy.

Click for full view of photos

“Questions, Descriptions .. Answers and the Luminous Green Letters on white paperT R A L E E ( please..)- we pilgrim hitchhikers..”

Who are you
Why are you here
Where have you come from
Where to …you go ..
When did you smile
When did the rain fade away..
When did it return with a hush
When did the grass turn green lush
When too did the  🍀 🍀 turn green three n’four leaf…?
Questions ..
We stood on the edge of town
reminiscing
our days of flower children
hitching rides to Kathmandu and Manali
with floppy hats, medallions of peace, Hare Rama-Hare Krishna Kurtas, flares and kohlapuris…
hair of course-long as George the Harrison..
..we see another saintly soul with flowers long hair and bojangles
standing with his donkey 🫏 Jack.. a sad intelligent soul.. both waiting for nothing but unbelievable faith .. and a placard “ give Vietnam back to the Irish  🍀 “..
keeping demons at bay
with
green jolly giants they say..
.. Charles Manson was a monster ..
claimed he was a Michelin star chef who could make the best blue-cheese-celery-rocket-soup by wading through mountains of garbage and selecting the finest ingredients from the quagmire of insanity..just a cross jinxed thought that came to my mind .
as we waited and waited overtly patient for bus 266 that never came..
Kilfountain-Dingle-Castlemaine to Killarney was our route with the bus that never came ..
..now standing at the edge of town as pilgrims on Camino Road..
..fair chance nothing would happen ..
Yet.. a lady fair swung towards .. braking at the kerb..
Gods were kind to’erd us
Aye..she too was one
Yearning-welcoming-spirited on the road through the high mountain pass with curves n’ bends she drove towards Tra lí-Tralee ..
..teaching history with warmth n’smiles so Irish  🍀 🍀 🍀🇮🇪
Learnt much we did as the crisp cold air added to the lady’s love for country, cows, sheep, the mokes jacks and jennys..and folks and peregrinos we..
She-spoke-we-listened, descriptions and bands that rocked our soul ..
Ever-she-was-she-was a wonderful lady fair n’about the banshees, chieftains and Bally ..St Brendan the Navigator I mapped his voyages in my mariner’s compass…
.. all roads lead to the end to start again..
This-lady-fair-Irish-dame added pastel shades, old glacial lakes, the mountains, the dales…
Descriptions .
with some regret we arrived ..
with some regret we said adieu
we saw her leave on four wheels ..
we knew her name the first..
should we still search for her amongst the small wanderers
waiting for Answers..
or return to Dingle .. yet again
to miss the Bus to Killarney
we…waiting for her ..
on the road to Tralee..?

to a Pilgrim, A Goddess
to an Irish Brother Cottonian..
to that Lady-Fair-Irish-Dame..
her name was Gayle..

Bonnie “ Vivek “Bhasin
.. never STOP walking ..
7th May 2024


The morning is still velvety dark..
The storm has passed and a new moon appeared with Venus Arcturus Dubhe and Polaris
the darkness awakes the pilgrim..
he has been dreaming of the poppy fields the vineyards and the almond trees he saw yesterday as he walked in deep reflection..
Now this is a new start on a dark morning as he rises
His body a wee bent
it’s time to move on to a new end..
It’s time to walk further go higher ..
His body a wee bent
but as yet
His soul is intact ..
.. he never stops walking ..

Bonnie
On the path from Villafranca to Torremeija

The  2022  Winter Christmas Letter – someday we will return..

..loads of snow over Sweden
frozen lakes in January..
stubbornly determined long walks over ice I do trying to average around 13000 steps ..10km stubbornly determined
through pines those branches stooping low with the burden of snow ..stunning live beauty far far better than a photoshop postcard
looking up at the sky i see migratory birds in perfect line swooshing south to the wetlands of Africa and Bharatpur India
the ants have hunkered in their hills
Bjorn the bear too has dug deep and now snores gently .. a long winter…the reptilian folk too have sunk in deep … dandelions have withered and are iced !!
A yearly occurrence across yonder where I once grew up or should I say “in transition to Simla..”.. a sort of granted happening  ..a poisonous blanket of deadly chemicals stills and engulfs Delhi NCR with the highest levels of pollution! Debaters rest… Topics dissected yet still it’s blacker than that London Fog…..
Finally an accolade, a trophy, a massive Cup  made of garbage pollutants and acid is presented to the city of Delhi… a man in a black shroud with steam hissing out of his body staggers to the podium where three sparrows now blacked present  him the same as he lifts it up like Sir Lancelot and tries to say something inaudible in his hoarse voice ( later analysed as “ Yes Finally My City is the Number One Polluted City in the world ! Mission Accomplished!)… A Fireworks display !…from everywhere as Trucks Busses Tractors Motorcycles roar  up engines the black exhaust spews out to everywhere ..many vomit out  thick acrid black liquid and a song reverberates ..”Black is Black.. I want my Baby Back …”
is this the 21st century or are we back to a few hundred years ..?
Face masks always donned by the Far Easterners
Face masks during Corona
Face masks during the winter
Face masks during bright blue skies a rarity because then balls of heavy dust roll in from Rajasthan…
Rather confusing but one has to do what one has to do..
The day before yesterday’s generation is now more tranquil reflective and nostalgia a halo around them …
Too long in the tooth…?
Who knows .. but them crazy rocking days have come around full circle …
Crazy in words acts and deeds
Now crazy upstairs isn’t it?
We all did stuff in 2022 for the good the bad the mischievous and possibly the ugly…
January: a cold dark heavy difficult month
February: A golfing delight at ITC Classic with the young guns !
March : the ides of March beware … look around when he tread
April: The Aries .. My Mum turned 90
May: That hot sweltering month with salt loss as i trudged from Lisbon to the Cathedral Santiago de Compostela…heat stroke and possibly “C”.. tough but determined we Cottonians… a bonus was Porto a delightful town that I enjoyed in the company of fellow pilgrims .. 1.2 million steps 800 km
June: I returned to the Arctic Circle – Midsommar as Young fair maidens danced around the Summer Totem pole with flowers in their hair..
July: I met Christine and Gay Niblett at the Sloane Club and the fine gentleman Mike King
August: I returned to my native country and a small reunion at Tonino’s works wonders for the body, tonic for the soul…
September : Remember… I experience the last few drops of the monsoon ..
October : All over is what I learnt as Captain sailing in the Caribbean… All over .. the Hurricane season finally ended as it starts cooling in West Africa..
October was Mashobra and our BCS… The Slater’s.. XVth Anniversary ..*
November: The OCA week.. nostalgia personified..representing my Class of 1970.. Sunny crispy skies – Thank You Sardar Manav Singh.. the doft of pines drifting in through the picture windows.. Thank You Praveen, Dinesh, Rebecca,Rohit, HM John and Director Simon … your warmth and hospitality was incredibly genuine.. The Chapel glowing and I felt the immense vibrations as I spoke in our sacred place…
December: with -21C in 🇸🇪 Sweden saw me with my entire brood .. at Bharatgarh Fort Punjab, Thanks OC Gursagar, Deepinderji Gaurah Maninderji
.. and on to Rajasthan feeding elephants.. and the forts of Neemrana and Tijara..
Heralding in the New Year with deafening ear exploding cacophonous Bollywood unmelodious outpouring ( absolutely deafened.. but the DJ gave a rat’s ass to my request) …the grand babies rocked ..as the night sky over Chomu Palace lit up with bright sparklers … and then it was over ..
January again ..2023
taking long walks along the Klara River that meanders down from Norway.. I reflect on the tides of my life…
It’s so quiet after India …
an occasional sparrow searching for food grain so generously placed in the woods ..
Still too early for the birds to arrive ..though the ducks 🦆 never left ..they always stay..
Young children in thick winter overalls .. bright chirpy an occasional scream … they all look like trolls …
Whatever Whatever
What does it matter
It’s time to glide over the ice
until it melts and the sun gets warmer …
In the meantime we all hope
peace will return from those far places where turmoil rules…
We should all stand on the first flat and see the setting sun
whilst the lights of the hill train go past Tara Devi and disappear into the tunnel…
Someday
we all
will return …..

Karlstad Sweden 🇸🇪
Orange skies reflected on the Klaraälven River… last evening
Capt Vivek (Bonnie) Bhasin
Lefroy 1961-1970



Kindest Regards and Best Wishes,

Bonnie/Vivek Bhasin

“Living a Life” – memoir by retired IAS officer Ravi Sawhney, (Lefroy 1959)

Earlier this month, Former J & K governor N.N. Vohra unveiled “Living a Life”, a memoir by retired IAS officer Ravi Sawhney, (Lefroy 1959), in the presence of former foreign secretary Shyam Saran and former principal secretary to the prime minister, S.K. Misra (in 1990, when Chandra Shekhar was the PM. Our best wishes!

BCS is our School – Vivek Bhasin

BCS is our School.. We the boys who went through the corridors , sang and read in the School Chapel, played our part in the Irwin Hall , ate side by side in the Dining Hall, flung our boots on to the rafters in the dorms , played on the flats, ran the incline from Green garages to First Bridge, mugged in Class and occasionally bunked to town on the darkest narrowest short cut ( I believe now sealed by the residents of Knollswood), lifting our school 🧢 in humble greetings …
and watched the setting sun through the Tara Devi gap…
We left in our propelling wake, tradition, respect and strength…
Perhaps some of us created mountains and some remained in the trough of life’s changing waves…
But all in all we were the cut of the same cloth..
We are the Blessed sons of Bishop Cotton School.
Amen  🙏

Kindest Regards and Best Wishes,

Bonnie/Vivek Bhasin

Walking past those who’ve gone before

with such a hot summer here at 60 degrees north past mid way into the Summer of ‘22
the lakes are glistening,
the river flowing with its usual flood, slack and ebb,
the roads dry and hoovered daily
whistling wind and gentle leaves,
I could neither feel nor smell any advance of thunder lightning nor rain … yet the air is clean and clear and exhilaratingly good for the lungs..! But it’s getting heavy hot..England too was suffocating and forests burn where I walked in Portugal and Spain ..

(… like four winter years earlier….. I was walking through a blustering storm that evening.. The wind was howling and crystallised ice stung my face like sharp missiles… My hair dishevelled across my forehead , my trench coat acted like a huge sail blowing against me as I was stopped in my tracks unable to move.. Just swaying from side to side until a bigger blast, beaufort 10 just carried me in the air and flung me against the glass doors of a quaint little store .. now closed with it’s signage for its next opening at 0900 the next morning . I fell hard on the ground and nearly smashed my nose and teeth but some redeeming force saved me..what I saw through that glass door was a childish writing on a small blackboard …’LOVE IS SOMETHING ETERNAL.. THE ASPECT MAY CHANGE, BUT NOT THE ESSENCE’ …..
And that for me was said enough..)

…but not this year nor last …the weather is no longer in control of itself..

( of course I still see some youngster on the green organic train and sections of humanity fighting for change; us humans are inhaling plastic and air with heavy particles and absorbing acid rain … it’s a rage within the youth .. it’s not their attitude … but Gratitude…)though I do would like to tell them as a sailor seaman captain we ensured the seas were clean if not we’d get six of the best .. and rightly so.

Whilst up in Simla, Mashobra and Kufri the weather Gods sent the rain down and the landscape transformed from dry dusty hard earth and brown pine needles.. to lush green .. just like in Kerala where comes vetiver in colognes to that freezer freshness..

…As in past winter years folk trembled with freezer fever wearing more indoors ( than outdoors ) like overloaded elephants in the plains of Chandigarh, Amritsar, Delhi and Jaipur….I’m told.

… but here in July 2022 wearing my linen shirt to look the dandy I was, I cranked up the Toyota and went to pay a visit….

..I arrived at the entrance and looked across the stone wall, that low stone wall and saw them all… those special ones who lay in rest … The Bells tolled and folk all huddled for Sunday Church..

Stepping out of my jalopy I felt those “ special ones” magnetic force envelop me and I floated in like a shy swan…. the winter birds still around as I was; too soon but soon they will wing off and shoot past to the bird swamps in Africa and India and further south; little do they know it’s gonna be a mild winter next .. so far..so they could actually stay.

.. I walked on soft moss and found the path that lead towards them… there was but a dry patch of grass, parts unkempt but then it was still summer and no real whiff of winter…

I stopped right above them…
and heard their whispers questioning all changes above and past since ..
what would the next day bring, pray ..?

I knelt on hard ground answering whispering “ much has changed since you were here..
we wrote letters to each other then with fountain pens and Prussian blue ink…
waiting for replies ,
anticipating good news
sitting on rocks and sand banks .. passing time ..
just waiting … we met at family reunions that we never wished to end, years and tears flowed freely.. we walked hand in hand amongst the trees picking mushrooms and blue and lingonberries..
played golf at 0100 and saw a pair of Moose staring at us in our world of tranquility..don’t you remember? There was no sound, no rattle trap, just sailing clouds and fresh crisp pine air..and the bouquet of arabica and delicious cinnamon buns”

“…enjoying those moment..yes we did” the voices said in unison ..

“…steamers arrived at sand heads.. you shook the German Captain’s hand wishing him calm seas, following winds and a school of dolphins frolicking across the bows..
clambering down the pilot ladder your canvas bag followed you
as you stepped on to the pilot boat, a last wave, a goodbye until…
as you spent two days on the Pilot Vessel “Samudra” playing bridge with your mates, they called you Omar Sharif and the Aga Khan for at dances at the Calcutta Club and Club 100 ( yes members maxed out) you held a fair damsel intoxicated by your charm and flair to glide across the floor…with habana cigars and cogñac and crisp white collars, hand wrapped bow ties; you loved your brogues .. did you not..?”

“ and humans …?”they ask..
..”too many tooooo many” I respond …. “no space only squeeze and packed like sardines is also a new emoji”..

“Emoji.. what..?”
I say “ these are new ugly signs to express in an idiotic way… vocal human affection and warmth no longer exists …there is a small little bit of hell called a mobile telephone that you carry with you and sleep with … no not with your lover but with people called Apple Samsung Sony.. these people have entered our lives our bodies our brain and our mindset….hypnotism ? Oh no… it’s called e-invasion .. they have conquered they have succeeded… Rotary telephones are now perched on stands in forest museums as folk exclaim .. what strange bulky ugly things those were… surprise teardrop … yes that’s the F-ing emoji… 😡 this one is deep soul angry or properly pissed to perfection .

… I was then but a school boy at Boarding on a spur at 7500 feet..

But I grew along the years, along my ears and a long… filling out too…

“ is that a tinkering of some strange bell “ they ask…

“.. yes “ I say..” life is strange and fast and hurriedly stressed ..so to keep distress at bay we de-stress with organic food, yoga and Buddhist chants and sit on mats..and gong ourselves out…”

“.. and the cars? Which cars ply the roads now ?” One* of them whisperingly asked ..
I sigh “ The Big wheels still zoom but fossil fuels are being cut and so El-driven cars abound, the trains are more silent, but on the Delhi-Kalka route the coach still clanks and rattles and surges and lurches forward and I spill tea on my jeans…whilst the X-3000 from Stockholm to Karlstad shoots clean as a whisper… steam and coal engines are now in museums… we go and look at them once a year but we look at our photo albums and remember you all as you smiled and held us and loved us truly… and I at least felt the warmth, your compassion and in your April
the strength of feeling happy and secure…”

“My roots are deep secure and solid
I drive a hybrid .. but if I could I would walk as I have walked about 6600 km in the last + 800 days ; that is a simple stride, a simple walk and all I see in the distance… yonder are the silhouettes of Catedral Santiago de Compostela..”

I hear sounds, melancholic sounds.. someone singing and the strains of a harp..I strain my neck and my ears to see who…
It’s the wind chimes amongst the pines..

And then … they’re gone.

Bonnie Bhasin
No comments on today’s ways of the world.

26th July 2022

Global Warming “Garm Dharti” / thoughts by [regular contributor of writings] : Vivek Bhasin

Global Warming – The New Yorker

Dear Ma’am / Sir,

Greetings from Karlstad Sweden
A scantily few probably get to read your wonderful paper rag; I am ashirwaded* to read it as an attachment.

With Europe going through an unimaginable heatwave with two jet streams having locked in the hot hot air or should I say 🐉 dragon’s fiery breath; it is time to dictate a few simple lines about this GW or Dharti-Garmi** not with technically obscene jargon only those fat assed decision making people sitting on their asses having breakfasted with sausage beans croissants dollops of butter and thick cut marmalade at the Breakfast Restaurant of The Waldorf, The Ritz or The Imperial Hotel, feign to understand and then put the hammer at another jostle meeting at another exotic locale flying first class.

Neither am I implying the Greenies coming out of the woodwork after Woodstock, Isle of Wight, Sundance, Stonehenge  barefoot in their Khadi wearalls on the other end of the prism are doing an extreme job trying to sing to the trees, the grass and pray to the rain gods so rivers will again gush with passion and ice reappears on the glaciers and Mount Everest. There object is fierce and passionate.

.. all I am saying is the heatwaves have one one root cause.. the overpopulation that continues…

Factories would spill the soot only from Monday to Friday 0900 to 1700 if there were less of us hungry humans wanting to eat drink drive crawl and marry their mobiles which we all have done..

I mean how can we possibly listen to another human being as he lectures on the good the bad and the ugly as we silently secretly shamefully remove the bulge of the mobile from our pockets and start communicating with someone outside the room, many a million miles away ending with 😘❤️😀🙏🥵🌹👍? We have no real friends any more; the large global corporates are our superficial friends, they are our Mums & Dads who don’t look after your money but find ways and means to scalp you and drain you completely..

Sorry Chapess and Chaps making an example of getting on a rowing boat from Land’s End to New York or getting on a train to kill the plane is a sidewinder poor example. Walking is much better, healthier like on the Camino to Santiago de Compostela..

Being a Sea Captain and hauling my cargoes across the oceans with utmost care and still being penalised saving my ship and lives after a hammering hurricane because “Captain we wish to see the oil record to calculate if you cheated with the quantities of oil… and sorry we cannot contact the owners because they are sitting on their fat assess having breakfast“ I realised too soon…there are those who belch burp and fart and there are us .. scapegoats.

Someone has to take the fall for GW…

Bonnie Bhasin
(the other day, some wierdo asked me as to why I was wearing white pants whilst everyone else was in shorts and shitty rubber slippers ….)

Did the Lone Ranger riding on Silver wear shorts in the hot deserts of Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona and Utah..?

*ashirwaded : Blessed
*Garam Dharti : Global Warming

Kindest Regards and Best Wishes,

Bonnie/Vivek Bhasin

Farewell speech: School Vice-Captain 2021 Udit Jain

Farewell Speech – Udit Jain:

I still remember joining this institution in Class 4, where my matron helped me settle
and adapt to the school. Then came a time when I was crying not wanting to come back to school but here I am standing and delivering this speech and not wanting to go.

This is what Bishop Cotton is and the essence of being a Cottonian is.
There is a universal truth we all have to face, whether we or like it, everything
eventually ends. As much as I’ve looked forward to this day, I’ve always disliked
endings.

[click for a larger view]

Since my BCS journey comes to an end, I would like to thank my teachers (academic as well as sports faculty), batch mates, matrons, wardens, my seniors as well as my juniors and each and everyone who has been a part of this exciting and memorable journey.I laughed, I cried, I learned and laughed again. I have had good days, bad days, highs and lows, and what not that this journey has shown me. I really thank each and everyone who supported and guided me all the way long. I would like to thank my teachers, PTI’s, matrons and wardens for motivating me and moulding me into a wholesome human being.We thought controlling our laughter in a class full of silence was the most difficult thing to do, but little did we realize that controlling our tears on the last day of school would be a million times harder.

If an important, exciting and memorable chapter of my life is coming to an end but there is a whole new chapter of life awaiting for me and my batchmates, for which I wish each and everyone all the best.

Well, I would like to express it through a short poem:
We entered crying,
We are leaving crying,
Memories are such traitors,
They always leave us sighing,
With tearful eyes we settled our ties,
O God, we don’t want to
But it’s time to say goodbyes,
Now as our school life comes to rest,
We try and stifle the pain in our chest,
Now, finally when it’s time to leave,
This place bids us all the best.

In the end, I wish all Cottonians good luck for their BCS journey ahead and my advice to all Cottonians is that they should respect their seniors and love their juniors. Also, I
hope that the Traditions of 163 year old BCS remain intact as they were in the recent past.

Thank you.

The True Essence Of Nature Conservation by Bittu Sahgal [BCS class of 1963]

Let’s get BCS to take the lead to start a Nature-focused, India-wide, public Schools Initiative.

Sanctuary Nature Foundation could do this at no cost to the school, or to the kids.

We already run Kids for Tigers a one-million-strong network that looks upon tigers, elephants, leopards and what have you as metaphors for all of nature.

Essentially, we wish not just to leave a better world for our kids, but better kids for the planet too.

– Bittu Sahgal

https://youtu.be/GxAeLOcHgoc