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Of pointed humour, digs and Doon’s class of 1971

Dec 17, 2022 08:13 PM IST

My class of 1971 at Doon had a reunion and I met up with several old friends. But if anyone thought age, experience, and wisdom would have curbed our penchant for laughter at someone else’s expense they couldn’t have been more surprised.

They say there’s nothing more cruel than schoolboys. They’re wrong. Far worse are those you were at school with — even after 50 years! My class of ’71 at Doon had a reunion not so long ago and I met up with several old friends I hadn’t seen for decades. But if anyone thought age, experience, and wisdom would have curbed our penchant for laughter at someone else’s expense — what I call digging it in — they couldn’t have been more surprised.

They say there’s nothing more cruel than schoolboys. They’re wrong. Far worse are those you were at school with — even after 50 years! (Shutterstock) PREMIUM
They say there’s nothing more cruel than schoolboys. They’re wrong. Far worse are those you were at school with — even after 50 years! (Shutterstock)

“KT, just look at you!” was how I was greeted when I walked into the gathering. I soon discovered that the old school sobriquet was not used out of affection so much as to emphasise the comment that was to follow. “If your teeth are as white as your hair you could advertise Colgate!”

Less obvious, though no less pointed, was the second greeting with which I was accosted a short while later. This time, however, I required the full recall of my literary memory to understand!

“Hey!” said a familiar voice not heard since the early 1970s. I swivelled in its direction to find a group beckoning me. They were clearly enjoying themselves. “Do you think you’re Mary’s little lamb?”

“What?” I spluttered, perplexed by the simile.

“Well, its fleece was white as snow and so is yours!”

Fortunately, they tired of my hair fairly quickly. Unfortunately, that created the opening for jokes about my loquacity. To be honest, I don’t think of myself as garrulous. But others do. Worse, my old school friends have also held firmly to the belief that I can’t keep a secret. “Telephone, telegram, tell Thapar,” was the saying when we were 15. As far as this lot is concerned, it holds good even today.

After a series of comments such as “who thought Tota would join the Navy!” and “yaar, I can’t believe monkey’s become such a hot shot”, attention turned to me. I knew I was in for another ribbing.

“KT, you chose the right profession.”

“Why?” I foolishly asked, falling into an obvious trap.

“Because you never let anyone talk in school. Now, as an anchor, you can keep on interrupting and claim you’re doing your job!”

“In fact, why do you bother to have guests?” someone else butted in. He was smiling, but his tone was pure stiletto. “The poor chaps don’t get a word in edgeways. Why don’t you call it ‘interview with self’? You know you’d love that.”

To be honest I would have been disappointed — actually upset — if our conversation hadn’t started this way. Schoolboy affection is always disguised behind barbs and innuendo. In fact, I would add that you can always rely on someone whose leg you can pull. Humour dissolves more than differences — it eliminates reserve, eradicates pomposity and obliterates the need for silly white lies.

The gruelling experience of a boarding school — and, of course, our capacity to romanticise memories, forgetting the dreadful whilst exaggerating the comic and peculiar — ensures that a friendship is never forgotten. Whilst you may not meet for years, even decades, when you do, you can strike a chord instantaneously. And even if the rekindled old flame may start to flicker and fade after a bit, it will certainly shine brightly for the duration of a reunion.

The Duke of Wellington was only slightly incorrect when he claimed the Battle of Waterloo was won on the playing fields of Eton. I suspect the roots of that victory more accurately stretch back to the pranks played in the dormitories, the punishments inflicted by prefects, and the homework hastily completed with a little help from the class egghead minutes before submission.

Such incidents may or may not have put iron in the Duke but, for the rest of us, they’ve promoted self-reliance, self-confidence and an ability to see the funny side of any predicament. What’s more, they’ve forged bonds that have survived the test of time.

Karan Thapar is the author of Devil’s Advocate: The Untold Story

The views expressed are personal

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    Karan Thapar is a super-looking genius who’s young, friendly, chatty and great fun to be with. He’s also very enjoyable to read.

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