FF to 1969, my Std. III, domesticating the boys

1967 - nothing particularly comes to mind save for the fact that our class Miss had hand-made beautiful Christmas cards for each one of us students, before the winter break. Mine is in an almirah, at home in BAM. A dark tall lady with kinda curly hair.

1968 - Betty Taylor our class Miss. Perhaps the only full blooded Miss of English origin.
With more folds in the grey matter, images of Sarita, Reena, Nigar, Sheila, Sushma, Vimal, Sohail, Josephine (wonder why we called her Jespin), Khwaja, Joseph, Kevin (Dr. O'Brian's son), Neelkantha, Harjinder... get clearer. Of course Bhabani and Lalaji (Swaraj Medical Hall, ring a bell?) were already etched ;-)

1969 - An incident, perhaps the only one of its kind in SVC. So it was a rainy day. And as always a major part of the "interval" was used for games. Rmbr. the game, Kings? Mark a circle on the mud, put your right foot on the line and bounce a ball, and one guy gets out? Anyways, that day it really got out of hand, downright brutal, and the guys who were getting "out" very vengefully hitting the ball at the remaining ones and at the end, 3 had to go to the infirmary, and those that didn't had mud stained marks on the back of our shirts covering up bruised skin (i don't think even the King was spared).
Long story short - Sister Rosalie noticed; no games for our class boys for 1 month, and instead we would do "sewing". Yes, sewing. And we did (from Bhabani to Vishnu), grudgingly of course. In the midst of that a wonderful thing happened - Class Miss Ruth Garreth! Every game period, that we boys stayed behind and sewed, she would tell us a story (one was about Uroshima Taro), and a story-teller she was. By the time the curfew was lifted, we missed her stories, at least for a few days, I think.