Now that I have found this forum, I feel as though I was at Arusha School just yesterday. In fact I attended in 1967 to 1969. My name is Mitash Patel. Reading the postings from Kirti and Bharat Jani, Riyaz Manji, Kirit and Deepak Patel, the good old days just sprung to life.
One of the post requested the name of the Horse Riding Instructor. I think it was Ms. Debbie Pope. Ms. Pope was the one who had taken us to see the Humpty, a white horse, that was purchased by the school after the sudden death of the horse Bahram.
Each Saturday we would talk to the city center and would load up on candies and Match Box cars that would later be used for racing along the dirt walkway to the swimming pool area. Some of us would wake up early in the morning and practice field hockey with Mr. Singh (Head of Maintenance).
The brotherhood was reflective when one of us would be detained and would have to miss dinner. Many a times we had put bread slices under our shirts for the detained friend/brother. We would meet in the bathroom after the lights were tuned off and feast. The fun would end the night before we leave on the buses to Dar and Mbeya respectively for holidays. The pillow fight between the dorms would be on tap.
These were the good old days. Hope more alumni of Arusha School would join this wonderful social networking site.
Mitash Patel
mitash@bellsouth.net
(985) 634-8995
One of the post requested the name of the Horse Riding Instructor. I think it was Ms. Debbie Pope. Ms. Pope was the one who had taken us to see the Humpty, a white horse, that was purchased by the school after the sudden death of the horse Bahram.
Each Saturday we would talk to the city center and would load up on candies and Match Box cars that would later be used for racing along the dirt walkway to the swimming pool area. Some of us would wake up early in the morning and practice field hockey with Mr. Singh (Head of Maintenance).
The brotherhood was reflective when one of us would be detained and would have to miss dinner. Many a times we had put bread slices under our shirts for the detained friend/brother. We would meet in the bathroom after the lights were tuned off and feast. The fun would end the night before we leave on the buses to Dar and Mbeya respectively for holidays. The pillow fight between the dorms would be on tap.
These were the good old days. Hope more alumni of Arusha School would join this wonderful social networking site.
Mitash Patel
mitash@bellsouth.net
(985) 634-8995