150 years of saying AMDG

How it went past me, I could never understand. A few laughs initially; the usual slanging-left-and-right and the entire riot of jeering when this rather [in]famous teacher walks by with his [very pretty] [hopefully not] fiance {who is waaaay out of his league}, wearing green tinted glasses, it takes you back to your days. And there, it was gone by me as I laughed and jeered with my juniors, laughing at RS' expense - who would never know!

However, truth to be said, I was never a Xavier's fan; my school days being marred by conflict both external and internal. That said, with most elements of conflict practically gone, in retrospect I start liking the thought of dear old SXCS.
Catching up on the conversations with old friends, meeting dear old teachers, and of course Introductions {with Conclusions}, and Non-Introductions ... with better Conclusions.

Teachers, especially were quite the small-talkers, RB taking the prize as a very good remembrance-collector, watching over the entire flock like the hawk that she is, while SSi, looking as herself as ever spoke in her characteristic mellow.

And people - all wily; and booze - all costly. Too much to bear, I set out with a dear friend- off to lose myself to Park Street, and its blinds.


Oxford teaches us fonts, as we patiently talk while turning pages of Calligraphy, clarity pushing our brains after vodka, chocolate, and a submarine.


And as we waited for the end of the day, the lights dimmed and shadows fell, wreathing the day in the beauty of it all.

Happy 150, Xavier's. Cheers.