Munchi Cama's carping wit and comments were memorable
Berjis Desai
I met Munchi (Muncherji) Cama when he was five and-a-half and I was six in the portals of the Bharda New High School. He was a good looking child who stepped out of an imposing black Dodge or a red Plymouth, while the rest of us came to school in a chocolate colored school bus run by a Parsi called Panthaki.
The annual prize distribution function, as it was called, was organized at the Birla Matoshree Auditorium, where a first standard teacher named Ms Daruwala, a kindly woman who made the most mouth-watering papeta per eedu (eggs on potatoes), would every......