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With deep regret we wish to inform the sad demise of Inderjit Singh Walia (Kreature to his close friends), early morning of 21st.May 2021 in Chennai.He was suffering from Pulmonary  issues for some time.

A very fine sportsman, especially Cricket & Swimming where he brought great  laurels to the school.

Belonged to the famous Pioneer Sports Family most of whom were  Aluminis of the school.

Photographs posted are from his childhood friend & classmate Mr.ND.Mehra.
He was my chacha (Late Fathers Real Brother).

May His Soul Rest In Peace.

Chetan Singh
Ibbetson 1971.

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Inderjeet Singh Ahluwalia (Creature) (I 1951-1958)

Shock and dismay hits you when a long admired and flamboyant idol of your school days is announced in the obituaries. No, he did not fall to the savage Covid. That was not the way he would ever want to go away. His exit would always be on his terms and on his “feet” as it were. I cannot for a moment imagine Inderjeet Singh Ahluwalia (Ibbetson1951-58, Roll no 370 and surname shortened to Walia, post School) leave this world with a Covid as a cause for his departure from this life. 

He was much too proud, courageous and with so much exuberance in his existence that this virus was simply below his dignity. He left when he had exhausted all that this world had to offer him no longer mattered or simply that the attractions to continue with this life stood exhausted andwhen he had had his fill. No he did not leave this world as a disappointed man but one who had lived it to its fullest, as a consumer to whom that promise had been fulfilled.  

I S Walia was fondly known by all who knew him as Creature. Never figured out the origin of that description but he was a phenomenal creature alright. He was, as I recall, from the distance of being  his very junior Cottonian,  a handsome, dashing, flamboyant, carefree man, who possessed a devil-may-care attitude to life. His exceptionally handsome looks were not put to use in the business world where they would have mattered like, for example, on the silver screen or advertising. He was drafted into the large family business of sporting goods. Pioneer Sports, Ludhiana was the source of their wealth and it was compatible with his personality as well. He was a hugely sporting individual when BCS was invested with great athletic talent that was known throughout the Simla Hills and further afar.  

One memorable and indelible image of him remains in my mind and for all those who remember was his presence on  the cricket field. While friends remind me what a trusty and reliable pair of hands he had fielding in the slips it was his batting ability that mattered.  

Creature would enter the batting pitch, one down. After that the display from his bat was scintillating. Virtually every ball within those 15 to 20 minutes he was at the crease would find the boundary. The game came alive and that sparkling display had us enthralled. When he had concluded his innings he would run up to meet the pavilion steps and I can vividly recall what a dashing man he was. His bat was hauled in the air in front of him, as though holding a sword, as he ran up those steps, with that silk cricket scarf in those lively school colours tied like a belt around his waist. It felt like watching a knight in splendid armour having just exited the battle ground. He was dashing. He was an exhibition of vigour and he was what you wanted to be at that moment!!

It was a delight to watch him swim. Every movement in the pool saw him glide past the others with utmost comfort and no resistance visible in those movements in the water.Superb swimmer. Creature, playing soccer, was a midfielder. He was always the most dominant man on the football ground and easily identifiable. As the most visible and prime mover on the ground he strategized the play with utmost ease displaying an intelligence that he never exhibited, unfortunately, in the classroom. That was not his fault because BCS was never a teaching workshop during those times but an institution designed to give you a well rounded personality and an ability to handle life outside its boundaries.

He was bright and sparkling but his love for sports excelled any other interest except when his desire for fun overtook him. It got him sufficiently often in trouble with Mr Freddie Brown, who was also the man who loved this Creature like no other boy during those days. Creature was the kind of boy that Mr Brown probably had been in his youth, mischievous, full of life and loved by all including a large bunch of admirers from St Bede’s

Creature soon joined the family business and selling sporting goods came to him naturally. He was designated by the family to look after their business in Madras which may have just been the right choice for the outgoing personality that needed to be deployed in conservative Tamil Nadu. It took him little, given his ability to adapt, to make an exceptional business for Pioneer Sports in that metropolis.

His large hearted hospitality resulted in any one visiting that city naturally gravitating to his home where the drinks, the meal and the conversation were always great fun. NK and ND Mehra with their connections to Buckingham & Carnatic Mills, popularly called Binny, were regulars at his home in Madras. Their lifelong friendship endured.

I have little updates about this fascinating personality except seen from the days when I was a teenager. The impressions last with you forever and I never got to see him again. News about him would be often shared by friends. His wife passed away as a result of Big C in around 2009 and Creature was cared for by a loving daughter.

Our condolences go out to Deepak Ahluwalia, his younger brother who now lives in Solan, His cousins and nephews, Surinder AhluwaliaH S Mamik, who brother R S Mamik passed away recently, and Chetan Singh, Pioneer Sports in Delhi

“All things bright and beautiful,

All things great and small,

All things wise and wonderful,

It was God that made them all” 

He made this one special for me to remember him in so many vivid images.

– Vijay Khurana

150 YEARS OF BISHOP COTTON SCHOOL – An assessment of the past … and the future?

150 Years of Bishop Cotton School

– An assessment of the past … and the future?

Vijay K. Stokes
Rivaz 1948-1954

The students with whom I should have graduated in 1956 celebrated their Golden Jubilee in 2007. Over three days in Shimla, classmates and their spouses socialised in the mornings and evenings at a hotel, visited the school, where they had several meals, and attended a service in the School Chapel and an evening of student music competitions. The “56ers” presented the School with an Honour Board and a trophy for the best all-round student, planted a few trees, and presented the non?teaching staff with blankets. And, of course, there was the inevitable staff versus the old students cricket match—watched by the current students—that was won by the staff.

It took no time to break the ice among the 56ers many of whom were meeting for the first time in 50 years; common shared experiences provided the bonding. Not all of them had had all their schooling at BCS; some joined early and left in between while others joined in senior classes to finish with a Senior Cambridge. But, no matter how short the stay, it was enough to earn the brand of being an Old Cottonian and to become a member of an elite club in which one could address classmates by their school?days nicknames, providing an important means of networking.

The camaraderie and discussions brought back memories, some good but others not so good. Almost all the discussions were in English as was most of the music to which the spouses danced as they would have in the socials of their school years. Most of the Oxbridge accent had gone and the conversation was peppered with Hindi or Punjabi words and metaphors. But a sense of belonging to an elite group was still very strong. Although we got along well, I felt that my recollections of school were somewhat different. I would not have mulled over these differences had I not been exposed to the hoopla associated with the School Sesquicentennial Celebrations starting this October, resulting in this critique.   

Some background will help to understand this assessment; my experiences before joining and after leaving BCS were somewhat different from those of my classmates: I joined BCS in October 1948, at age nine years and two months, not knowing a word of English, not even the alphabet. By covering two classes per year for two years I caught up with the regular batch that graduated with a Senior Cambridge in 1956. However, I left school in mid-1954, matriculated privately from Punjab University, obtained a Bachelor’s degree in Mechanical Engineering from Banaras Hindu University—where, for the first time, I was exposed to real Indian culture and also studied Hindustani Classical Music for five years—and obtained a PhD in Mechanical Engineering from Princeton University. Clearly, my path as a student was very different from the preferred BCS-St. Stephen’s College-UK path for the Arts and Sciences or the BCS-Loughborough path for Engineering.

Over the past 150 years, although BCS has changed in many ways, its core philosophy has remained unchanged: a sense of elitism, getting along with the prevailing power structure, and a belief that networking amongst its alumni is important. Its history can be divided into three broad eras: 1859-1947, during which Great Britain ruthlessly ruled India; 1947-1992, a slow transition in which the school lagged the rapid social changes in Independent India and during which job skills started to become important; and post 1991 India—marked by Dr Manmohan Singh shepherding major economic reforms by abolishing India’s Licence Raj, resulting in opening up India’s economy—in which the advantages of hierarchical privileges are increasingly being replaced by a knowledge-based society in which merit counts far more than privilege.

In the 1859-1947 era the interests of the staff and students—who almost exclusively were wards of British functionaries charged with keeping India within the British Empire—were antithetical to the interests of the subjugated Indians. During this period, which overlapped the industrial revolution and the age of the steam engine, British society was very hierarchical with children of the upper classes attending Public Schools—such as Rugby and Marlborough on which BCS was modelled—the products of which fed major universities, such as Cambridge and Oxford, and then went on to join the ruling class. Except for the highest tier of British functionaries in India, such as the Viceroy, whose children must certainly have been schooled in Britain, hierarchically most of the expatriates were second tier persons who did not have much prospects in Britain; it is mainly their children who attended schools such as BCS. The much smaller number of Indians came from upper-class families who toed the British line; it was in the interest of the Raj to attract Indians to their cause by offering them titles such as Rai Sahib, Rai Bahadur, Rajah, Sir, and Lord.

During this period high-quality jobs went to the well-connected upper class for which form was very important, content and intellectual attainment were not: since the pace of innovation was very slow, all that was necessary was to maintain existing institutions. What mattered was the proper accent and deportment, the ability to make polite conversation, and proper mannerisms. Jobs resulted from one’s connections and status in society, so belonging to the right club and wearing the right tie, indicating one’s affiliations were important; therefore going to the right “finishing school” was important.

The changing environment is best understood by considering what India was like just before and after Independence. Thanks to the freedom movement a generation of younger Indians was becoming more aware of their heritage. Inqilab Zindabad was in the air. What better manifestation of this change than my maternal uncle, whose father was made a Rai Sahib in 1915, telling me, when I was about fifteen years old, that “Rai Sahib ka khitab angrezon ke pitthuon ko milta tha.” In contrast, my paternal grandfather, an American who settled in India and made it his own, fought for Indian freedom, for which he was jailed. For his family taking pride in being Indian was important. He would not have countenanced my attending a school such as BCS. After he died in 1946, my mother sent me to BCS.

Although I did not know a word of English when I joined BCS in 1948, I had had a few years Urdu and Hindi and had memorized the 16×16 multiplication table. Because of my age I was able to pick up English fairly quickly. To my horror, I soon learned that most Indians outside the school system were referred to as chhokra boys, with whom one did not associate. Indians were also refereed to as dhoti parshads. By the time I left school in mid-1954, by which time the number of Indian students had increased dramatically, these appellations referred to “lower class” Indians, such as those who frequented the Lower Bazaar. Even students of the close-by St. Edwards School, a fine institution in its own right, were not considered worthy of attention. In some sense, the Indians at BCS had taken on the mantle of the British as being superior to other Indians. The music at school was entirely Western as were the affected mannerisms and Socials with the local equivalent girls’ schools. It was important to dress the right way: khakis and greys for everyday wear, Sunday suits for special occasions and for forays into Shimla town. And of course, wearing the right clothes and shoes for each sport was very important, perhaps even more important than the sport itself.

Some really good things about my school years: Irrespective of their backgrounds, a rigorous enforcement of the uniform and pocket-money codes, a strict enforcement of the leave policy, and an equal treatment of all parents made all students “equal.” Personal integrity was considered important as was telling the truth. One did not do underhand things—that just was not cricket! The school motto, “Overcome Evil with Good,” was in consonance with Mahatma Gandhi’s ideals.

Encouragement to participate in all activities resulted in well-rounded persons; more importantly, it brought out the best in every person. Dividing the school into four houses introduced a sense of competition which drove students to give their best. While this atmosphere inculcated an intense sense of competitiveness—which many outsiders admired—it also resulted in making people somewhat self centred; while they might have talked about what the UN was doing, there was very little interest in Indian society at large.

Before Indian Independence a large number of the teachers had degrees from Cambridge and Oxford. In my earlier years, when Mr Fisher was the Headmaster and Mr Whitmarsh-Knight—who set a very high standard as a role model for integrity and as a teacher—was the Senior Master and my House Master, the school was well run. Later, as the qualifications of the teachers declined, many of the good practices became rather lax, and richer parents could ask for the rules to be bent; the school tended to become more of a “finishing school” for the rich.

The high point at school for me was the association with Mr Jones, fondly known as “Taffy,” when he was our class master for Upper II. He was an empathetic teacher who encouraged and brought out the best in everyone: Besides overseeing swimming, teaching fretwork, paper mache, and a host of subjects, penmanship was important. Each student felt that “Taffy” always looked after his interest.

Although I was not particularly interested in the many sports that we had to participate in, the absolute low point in school had to be the then gentlemanly sport of cricket. To have to be all dressed up, complete with the school cap, and to sit on a bench for two days to see a match with a visiting team, and having to clap from time to time, was the most painful experience of my career. But then those who were good at this slow-paced gentlemen’s game were considered role models.

During most of my stay, other than joining the family business, the three jobs that people most aspired to be in were to become a covenanted officer in a British bank (they served beer and sandwiches for lunch), or a manager in a tea estate, or join the National Defence Academy; of which only the third has survived as a desirable career path. Later, joining the Indian Administrative Services also became desirable.

Through three of my younger brothers—the youngest of whom was the School Captain during 1967—and several cousins who also attended BCS after I had left, I vicariously kept up with the changes in school. Evidently, while the food became more indianised, with changes in several Headmasters, school discipline, the core values of equality, and the quality of the teachers declined. While the products of the school were still able to fend for themselves, they continued to be highly anglicised—conversed mainly in English, have core Western cultural values, including enjoying Western pop music. Most had a very poor understanding of Indian cultural heritage and values.

After the economic reforms instituted in the early 1990s India has been on the move at an ever increasing rate. The changes at BCS have not kept up with the times: Although the current administration is producing much better results, with many more students passing out with first divisions, BCS has been in a reactive mode. It has not contributed to the debate on academic reforms necessary for tooling up for the needs of the 21st Century in which knowledge is becoming obsolete at alarmingly rapid rates. In an era when students are able to use computers to access the highly processed information on the World Wide Web, what and how should the students be taught? Only when the school is able to attract the calibre of teachers who understand the exponential changes that are taking place will it be possible to create the kind of stimulating environment in which students will enjoy stretching their minds.

Indian schools are trapped by rigidly defined curricula and evaluation systems in which students have to cram enormous amounts of information. The ability to think independently and creativity, which should be the main aims of education, are casualties. This system has to, and will, change. Decentralisation of the curriculum will have to occur; it will allow schools to experiment with curricula for this century. Will schools such as BCS have the necessary intellectual horsepower to generate ideas for new curricula? Or will it continue to react to the fast-changing academic environment?

While producing well-rounded persons is important—and I have no issue with the unnecessary focus on the time-wasting activity of cricket, even though other sports provide more active and healthier group activities in much shorter time—this knowledge-based century will place a high premium on thinking and creative persons: The focus of education must shift to training the mind to think—which is the essence of education—and to inculcate a sense of curiosity and enquiry that best prepares persons for rapidly changing environments. This will require high-quality teachers who can make science and mathematics more exciting than cricket. The status quo will just not do.

The future elite, or the “privileged”—that BCS caters to—will be thinkers, innovators and entrepreneurs, who will look for schools that understand the revolutionary changes needed, and have developed the proper learning environment to prepare them for the rapidly changing world. Working out the required revolutionary changes in education is certainly beyond the ken of the current staff; new education models may have to be developed by external think tanks. But the current staff may not even have the horsepower to implement the coming revolutionary changes.

To maintain its position as a premier school BCS will need to make major changes, starting with a well thought out vision for where it wants to be. Else it will again degenerate into a finishing school for the second-tier rich. And while there is nothing wrong with being interested in Western music and culture, it would seem that students and their parents would want to have a deeper understanding of what it means to be an Indian. There is nothing inherently more attractive about western culture—this perception of students results from the conditioning that the school environment subjects them to: hopefully, this too will become more India-centric.


Class of 1956 Golden Jubilee 2006


The following 22 OCs from the class of 1956 ( we were 28 in school ) contributed Rs.10,000/- each towards the Golden Jubilee Award for the all-round Best Cottonian of the Year, besides booking themselves in for stay at Eastbourne Hotel :

Curzon:  Ashok Batra, Anil Sikand , Ashok Sopory
Ibbetson:  *Amarjit Singh, Chhattar Singh, Gurpratap Singh, I.S.Walia, N.D.Mehra, *P.Nanda, R.K.Malhotra, Satinder Singh, S.S.Ahluwalia, *Subir Basu, *V.Nayar
Lefroy:   *Ajit Singh, Inderjit Singh, *Y.B.Bhatt
Rivaz:  A.S.Dulat, S.Sondhi, Surinderpal Singh, Vijay Singh, V.K.Stokes


The ones shown with an asterisk were unable to attend, though most regretfully, on account, differently, of back injury, death of near relation, and unavoidable international commitment.


Dear Mr. Robinson

This letter should have been with you a few days earlier : a letter carrying the grateful thanks of the Class of 1956 for your wonderful cooperation and support, all the way, in helping mould our Golden Jubilee Reunion into the magnificent event it has really been. The Special Order of Service ( bearing our name ) in the Holy Trinity Chapel, the lavish High Tea, the detailed round of the School Estate ( inclusive of Rifle Shooting ),the Cricket Match with Special Rules (no LBW, no run outs and five extra overs! ) The Inter – House Music Extravaganza ( well done boys ! ) and the Grand Finale in the shape of the HM’s Dinner, embellished with the lovely Souvenir packet ( those fabulous etchings of nostalgic school buildings ) will live with us all the way through. While thanking you personally Mr.Robinson, we should like to thank, also, all the members of the School Staff, as well as the Class IV friends who played their part in making our Golden Jubilee so colourful and memorable. We should like, also, to recall some of the landmark events of this spectacular Reunion which, too, indeed, could only have been possible with your spontaneous cooperation and support :

The Award, in its parameters, as well as in its distinguished status, will work as a silent, yet forceful, motivator in raising the all-round performance of all Cottonians, and, in so doing, will help enhance the image of BCS in the comity of Public Schools in the country. Apart from seeing one’s name go up on this extraordinary Honours Board, the Silver Salver and the accompanying Cash Award of Rs.5000/- would put some more extra shine on the metal of motivation
The Silver Salver.
The Class of 1956 carry the pride and satisfaction of having raised the Corpus of Rs.2,20,000/- between themselves to finance this outstanding Award, through annual interest accrual, and undertake to swell it further, should inflation so require. The First Winner, the Golden Jubilee Winner, of the Award for 2006, should be in the process of evolution !
The Granite Stone on the way down to REMOVE, while commemorating the Tree Plantation carried out by the Class of 1956,seeks to splash the message to present and future Cottonians, to Green BCS, Green Shimla, Green India. In short, to value the urgent need to prevent denudation of this valuable natural resource and to protect and promote the greening of their environment, wherever they happen to be.

Distribution of BLANKETS to Class IV Staff
This has a message too : In the midst of your jubilation, remember to remember your foot soldiers. They, and their welfare, come first : Always & Everytime.

So, that’s it Mr Robinson. In the forge of your Headmastership, and with your active participation and support, the Class of 1956 have had the privilege to set a road map for succeeding Jubilarians to follow. May they do better, for in their so doing, the biggest gainer will be our beloved Alma Mater, the School of Bishop Cotton.

Last year, we had all dreamt a dream. The dream has come true. Our renewed thanks to yourself, to Mrs. Robinson, to all the members of your Staff, and last, but never the least, to all our young Cottonians.


Most nostalgically,

Gurpratap Singh :

For, and on behalf of the Class of 1956