Memories of Nawang from Hanoz Dadrewala
Hanoz is a schoolmate of Lt. Nawang. They studied together in St. Xavier’s Boys’ Academy in Mumbai and graduate in 1992
Itâ€™s been very long since I wanted to write to you all, but I never really could gather the courage to do so. I donâ€™t know if you really recollect meâ€¦ but I was the Parsi student in Nawangâ€™s class in SXBA. Maybe, just MAYBE your father might recollect a mischievous Parsi boy on a hiking trip with other SXBA students.
We, the class of 1992, Nawangâ€™s batch, recently managed to contact each other on emailâ€¦ around 8 of us. We were recalling our school days memoriesâ€¦ those were the days. Am penning down a couple of those to youâ€¦ You may edit and post them on the web if you think they are apt enough:
1. I recall how Nawang and myself used to harass a colleague named Bhavesh Parikh (I hope I have the right surname)… He used to be vegetarian and we used to show him our empty hands and tell him, â€œIMAGINE THIS IS AN EGG.. NOW WE WILL FORCE YOU TO EAT ITâ€ And that guy, Bhavesh would make faces n run like we were really feeding him eggs!!! I do miss Nawang a lot.
2. He always used to help me in writing my speeches n stuff. Oh boy, how can I forgetâ€¦ he used to be my eating partner, very often coz we both could hog on non-vegâ€¦ any kind 😉 any time 😉
3. In the 9th standard, when I stood for the elections for school captain, Nawang told me, â€œI WONâ€™T VOTE FOR YOUâ€¦. COZ I WANT YOU TO CAPTAIN THE NEHRU HOUSE AND NOT THE SCHOOL. WE WILL BE IN OUR LAST YEAR AND WE HAVE TO WIN THE HOUSE CHAMPIONSHIPâ€. I told him, â€œARREY YAAR, NEHRU HOUSE WILL WIN ANYWAY, BUT I REALLY WANT TO BE THE SCHOOL CAPTAINâ€¦ ALL THE MORE COZ MOST OF THE TEACHERS FEEL THAT I AM A VERY MISCHIEVOUS GUY AND CANâ€™T DO ANY GOOD WORKâ€.. I won the elections by around 30 votesâ€¦. But am not sure whether he had voted for me 😉
4. When we were in school, I used to tell him: I’M GONNA GROW UP AND GO AND WORK IN DUBAI, COZ MY UNCLE, AUNT AND COUSINS ARE THERE… (in Dubai) and he used to tell me SAALA GADDAAR… I WILL GROW UP AND JOIN THE ARMY…
At that time I didn’t know that I was really going to come to Dubai… it was just a childish dream… but he knew what he wanted to do… donâ€™t know what to say… I’ll end this mail with tears in my eyes.
Regards to Geeta aunty and Harish uncle.
Love & Peace,
St. Xavierâ€™s Boysâ€™ Academy – Class of 1992.