I had alluded to the fact that when I woke up in the morning, usually around 5 or 6 am, I used to see Princi Sircar walk to the Chapel at 7 am. I used to be sitting on the verandah facing his home, usually with a glass of hot Horlicks or Ovaltine brought to me by Kundan Singh and reading the newspaper, as I had my own copy of the Times of India delivered under my door the first thing in the morning.
Before reading the newspaper, i used to do the crossword, something I had been doing in Bombay, beating my dad to the newspaper every morning.
I did not complete the crossword in the morning, and I would usually try to complete it by the time I went to bed. I loved the anagrams.
Besides the sports column, (AFST was really humorous besides touching on important issues), I was an avid news junkie in that I read all the news in the paper from cover to cover. Except for the Tender Ads (no pun intended) and the classifieds, I usually spent more than an hour or two reading all the news.
In those days I was not compelled to write Letters to the Editor, although I held strong views on what was fair and right and what was justice.
I hated the cold bath, even in summer, as the cold water made my spine to shudder and shiver. In winter, Kundan used to make sure a bucket or two of was made available, and as I was usually the only one awake so early, I managed to get the piping hot water before anyone else. (If I went for sports practice, I usually had a bath in the evening as well.)
After Chapel, I used to come back to the room and then gather with one or two of others from R, S or T Block and trudge for breakfast.
I cannot remember, for the life of me, what we got for breakfast, but it was an important meal as we had to last till lunch with that. (Toast, Butter, Jam, Eggs??? And the Veg breakfast???)
Maybe someone can remind me what was served at breakfast!
1 comment:
You're asking what I had for breakfast 45 years ago (1967-1970)?! Good question. I can't remember last week's breakfast either!
Amit
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