There are about six of us, seated on beds in Squeallery. We are the first arrivals at the beginning of the first term of 1938. I am what is termed a ‘New Boy”. So are Rudra Rajasingham and Surat Singh, a towering Sikh from India. With the three of us are R. R. Rajaratnam and a few others. They start ragging Surat Singh, calling him “Suruttu”. I don’t quite  [ Read More ]