George N Netto
To take care of our spiritual needs, Padre Marian once visited our isolated tea estate near Munnar in the 1950s.
02 Nov 2018
It was our only link with Munnar—25 km from the remote, mist-shrouded tea estate where we grew up in the 1950s.
06 Oct 2018
Nothing is more soothing to my eyes than the panorama of vast expanses of manicured tea fields, interspersed with stately silver oaks, carpeting (nay, warmly hugging) the hillsides of Munnar.
24 Sep 2018
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’ was an axiom Munnar’s former British tea planters took seriously.
11 Sep 2018
In the 1950s, pranks in educational institutions never ever descended to the vicious levels one sometimes hears of today.
07 Aug 2018
The dangers of smoking are well known today thanks to widespread awareness. But this wasn’t so in the 1960s and 70s when I was a smoker.
18 Jul 2018
As a kid growing up with three brothers in Tiruchy in the 1950s, preparing to go to the church on Sunday was as much a ritual as the religious service itself. The memory remains etched in my mind.
10 Jul 2018
I have been an Agatha Christie fan for well over 60 years, having read one of her gripping whodunnits, A Murder Is Announced, for the first time at the age of 14.
20 Jun 2018
Addicted to cartoons, I never skip any I come across and usually end up chuckling over its wit. Sometimes I wonder why political cartoons aren’t given the prominence they enjoyed earlier when they were front-paged by most newspapers.
24 May 2018
As one who thrives on a daily dose of wit and humour, I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live in a world totally devoid of these indispensables. I
14 Apr 2018
Nothing boosts drooping spirits like a shot of humour just as nothing dispels gloom like an infusion of wit.
27 Mar 2018
In Munnar, ghost stories have a ‘planting’ flavour of their own. Passed down over the years, these have enhanced the aura of spookiness that halos some of the old colonial bungalows and clubs in the t
26 Feb 2018
It was Christmas day in 1966 and I and my colleague Ivan—young bachelors sharing a quarters in a remote tea estate far from Munnar— were having a guest for lunch. Hugh Muir, a young freckled-faced Scottish lad, had recently joined the estate as an assistant manager.
25 Dec 2017
It’s the bane of tourists and locals in Munnar, especially during the monsoon when it turns hyperactive, nipping unsuspecting passers-by in its unrelenting quest for blood.
11 Dec 2017
Growing up in a remote tea estate near Munnar in the 1950s, we usually had a visitor just before Christmas—Padre Marian on his annual visit to take care of our spiritual needs in preparation for Xmas.
22 Dec 2016