Biscoe Assemblage, 1934

“Principal Biscoe and his family with senior staff of the school, 1934. Biscoe is seated in the front row, second from left.”
From P. N. Dhar’s autobiographical book, “Indira Gandhi, the “Emergency”, and Indian Democracy. (2009)
Image shared by Rudresh Kaul.
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Biscoe’s Cure


When Tyndale  Biscoe started his school, among many problems he had to deal with while trying to correct the character of Kashmiris was a problem of particularly vicious nature. He found most of his students addicted to literature of the dirty kind. He found the problem to be of epidemic proportions. He needed a cure for the disease. The solution he came up had a typical stamp of ingenuity. He talked to Dr. Neve and asked him how much paper can a human body have before it causes any serious damage. After getting the scientific estimate he put his solution into play: Any boy caught with such dirty literature was made to eat it.

Did the Pandit boys, who were probably not even allowed to have Tomato,  wonder if paper is Satvik or Tamasic?

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An Ad from The Indian Express dated December 9, 1942
Grande Odalisque (1814) by Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres.
The painter added a couple of extra vertebrae, an anatomical inaccuracy,
to make the painting more alluring, more eastern, he made the back of the woman more serpentine.
‘Serpentine Head Gear’
Kashmiri Pandit Woman. 1939. [By Ram Chand Mehta]
A recently heard a Pandit priest claim that all Kashmiri women come from ‘Nagas’ or the Snake race. 

The snake woman or Lamia by J. Lockwood Kipling, father of Rudyard Kipling.
It accompanies the story of ‘The snake-woman and the king Ali Mardan’
in ‘Tales of the Punjab : told by the people’ (1917) by Flora Annie Webster Steel (1847-1929). Another version of the story can be found in ‘Folk-Tales of Kashmir’ by Rev. J. Hinton Knowles (Second Edition, 1893. Narrated by Makund Bayu of Srinagar
), in which the snake woman claims to be Chinese and Ali Mardan Khan, actually the Mughal governor of Kashmir, builds Shalimar Garden for her. In Kashmiri the name for the snake is given as Shahmar.

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Kadru, is the mother of Nagas, and wife of Kashyap, the mythical creator of Kashmir. In, Adi Parva, we learn that Kadru cursed her offsprings for not doing her bidding. The curse with played out by King (Arjun’s great-grandson) Janamejaya’s famous Snake Sacrifice. The serpent race was saved by intervention by Astika, born of wedlock between Rishi Jaratkaru of Yayaver and Manasa, sister of Vasuki Naga.

[Near Jammu, Mansar Lake is the spot associated with Mansa Devi. One of the early description of the Lake can be found in Vigne’s travelogue from 1842]

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First Football Game in Kashmir, 1891

A photograph from National Geographic Magazine, Vol 40, 1921

It was in the autumn of 1891 , when I returned from Bombay with Mrs Tyndale-Biscoe, that amongst our luggage we brought a football, the first that our school-boys had seen. I remember well the pleasure with which I brought that first football to the school, and the vision that I had of the boys’ eagerness to learn this new game from the West. Well, I arrived at the school, and at a fitting time held up this ball to their view, but alas ! it aroused no such interest or pleasure as I had expected.

” What is this ? ” said they. 
” A football,” said I. 
” What is the use of it ? ” 
“For playing with. It is an excellent game, and will help to make you strong.” 
” Shall we gain any rupees by playing it ? ” 
” No.” 
” Then we do not wish to play the game. What is it made of?” 
” Leather.” 
” Then we cannot play ; we cannot touch it. Take it away, for it is unholy to our touch.” 
You will see that matters had not turned out as my optimism had led me to expect. 
” All right,” said I. ” Rupees or no rupees, holy or unholy, you are going to play football this afternoon at three-thirty, so you had better learn the rules at once.” And immediately, with the help of the blackboard, I was able to instruct them as to their places on the field, and the chief points and rules of the game. 
Before the end of school I perceived that there would be trouble, so I called the teachers together and explained to them my plans for the afternoon. They were to arm themselves with single-sticks, picket the streets leading from the school to the playground, and prevent any of the boys escaping en route. Everything was ready, so at three o’clock the porter had orders to open the school gate. The boys poured forth, and I brought up the rear with a hunting-crop. Then came the trouble ; for once outside the school compound they thought they were going to escape; but they were mistaken. We shooed them down the streets like sheep on their way to the butcher’s. Such a dirty, smelling, cowardly crew you never saw. All were clothed in the long nightgown sort of garment I have described before, each boy carrying a fire-pot under his garment and so next to his body.’ This heating apparatus has from time immemorial taken the place of healthy exercise.
We dared not drive them too fast for fear of their tripping up (as several of them were wearing clogs) and falling with their fire-pots, which would have prevented their playing football for many days to come. 
At length we are safely through the city with a goodly crowd following and arrive at the playground. Sides are made up, the ground is cleared and ready, the ball is in the centre, and all that remains is for the whistle to start the game. 
The whistle is blown, but the ball does not move. 
Thinking that the boys had not understood my order, I tell them again to kick off the ball immediately after hearing the whistle. I blow again, but with no result. I notice that the boys are looking at one another and at the crowd of spectators with unmistakable signs of fear and bewilderment on their faces. 
On my asking them the cause, they say : ” We cannot kick this ball, for it is an unholy ball and we are holy Brahmans.” I answer them by taking out my watch and giving them five minutes to think over the situation : at the expiration of the time, I tell them, something will happen if the ball does not move. We all wait in silence, an ominous silence. The masters armed with their single-sticks are at their places behind the goals. 
Time is just up, and I call out : ” Five seconds left — four — three — two — one. Kick ! ” The ball remains stationary ! My last card had now to be played, and I shout towards the right and left goals : ” Sticks ! ” 
Sticks won the day, for as soon as the boys see the sticks coming the ball bounds in the air, the spell is broken, and all is confusion. Puggarees are seen streaming yards behind the players, entangling their legs; their shoes and clogs leave their feet as they vainly try to kick the ball, and turn round and round in the air like Catherine wheels descending on any and everybody’s head. The onlookers who have followed us from the city are wildly excited, for they have never in their lives before seen anything like it — holy Kashmiri Brahman boys (in dirty nightgowns) tumbling over one another, using hands and legs freely to get a kick at a leather ball. 
Well, as I said before, all was noise and excitement, when all of a sudden the storm is succeeded by a dead calm: the game ceases, the Brahmans, both players and  onlookers, are all sucking their fingers for all they are worth (a Kashmiri way of showing amazement), and all eyes are turned towards one of the players who is a picture of misery. And no wonder, for this unholy piece of leather had bounded straight into this holy one’s face, had actually kissed his lips. He had never before in his life felt the smack of a football, and certainly never dreamed of such a catastrophe. He thought all his front teeth were knocked out and that his nose was gone for ever. He would touch his mangled (?) features, but he dared not. Once or twice he essayed to do so, but his heart failed him. His face was defiled, so that he could not do what he would, and would not do what he could. He did the next best thing, which was to lift up his voice and weep, and this he did manfully. This moment was a terrible one for all concerned, and especially for me, for now all eyes were directed to the primary cause of all this misery. 
What was I to do? I was not prepared for such a turn of events. I could ” shoo ” an unwilling school to the playground, I could make unwilling feet kick, but how could I make an unholy face holy ? Fortunately the idea of water came into my distracted mind, and I said : ” Take the fool down to the canal at once and wash him.” Immediately the thoughts and the eyes of the victim’s sympathisers were diverted to the cleansing waters and their magical effect on the outraged features of the body. On their return I placed the ball again in the centre, blew my whistle and the ball was kicked off. All was excitement once more, and the game was played with enthusiasm until I called “Time!” 
Everyone left the field and scattered to various parts of the city, to tell their parents and neighbours of the great “tamasha” they had witnessed or in which they had taken part. The remarks made about me and the school in their homes over their curry and rice that night were, I expect, not all favourable. 
I have been told more than twice that I behaved in an un-Christian like manner, and that I had no business to force football or any other game upon boys. against their will. 
Well, we cannot all see alike, and it is just as well that we cannot, otherwise Rome would never have been built and there would not be much progress on this terrestrial sphere. That game introduced the leather ball to Srinagar and to the holy Brahman who lives therein, and although for the first year my presence was a necessity at every game, football came to stay. 
Now all the various schools in the city have their football teams, and in all parts of the city you see boys playing this game with a make-shift for a football. 
This year I watched an inter-class match, most keenly contested, the referee being not a teacher but a schoolboy. His decision was not once disputed, nor was there any altercation between any of the players ; it was a truly sporting game. 
~ Kashmir in sunlight &shade; a description of the beauties of the country, the life, habits, and humour of its inhabitants and an account of the gradual but steady rebuilding of a once down-trodden people (1922) by C. E. Tyndale Biscoe

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This was a time when football was first introduced by emissaries of Raj to far off places like Afghanistan and Tibet too. What is interesting in the description of the event provided by Biscoe is the powerful consciousness on part of the missionary that he was irreversibly changing the social mores of the natives. And according to him, for the better and forever. He was building Rome. Rome or no Rome, he did add a new chapter to how Pandits assimilated some new things from Missionaries too. But the path, as often is the case of evolution of a society or a community, wasn’t as smooth as one would like to believe now.

While C. E. Tyndale Biscoe would have one believe that after initial reluctance Kashmiris wholeheartedly gave up their Pherans and Pugrees and started playing football, in a photograph published in National Geographic Magazine (top) just around that time, we can see kids playing football with their Pugrees and some even in the beloved pheran. The truth is that the acceptance of strict missionary ways wasn’t accepted by purist Pandits without giving a tough fight. Pandits employed all kind of tactics as a way to block the path of missionaries. It was almost modern warfare that included media blitz, calling for support from mainstream Hindu Nationalist leaders and employing age old Kashmiri technique of giving nasty nicknames to people who were siding with the Missionaries. The National Geographic Magazine tells us that these Pandits were nicknamed Rice Christians, or ‘Batte Christain‘, one who converted to Christianity for rice. Much late, when communism arrived in Kashmir, the term was modified and became ‘Batte Communist‘ or ‘Rice Communist’, for one who claimed to be a communist for discount in Rice rations (this was probably around 1950s of Bakshi Ghulam Mohammad). Also, around this time moniker Kari was coined for people who were suspected to have changed religion to Christianity.

The above photograph from ‘Character Building in Kashmir’ (1920)’ has Biscoe boys dragging a “dead dog”. The story:

Around that time often leading the social attacks on Biscoe school were Brahmins and the supporters of other “more normal” schools including ones that had the backing of Mrs. Annie Besant, of theosophical fame, who opened Hindu School, on the other bank just opposite the CMS school near the third bridge of Srinagar. Often local Newspapers were filled with News snippets targeting the school and its way of functioning. In one such news story, the paper claimed that Mr. Biscoe made Brahmin boys drag dead dogs through the city. Strange as the news may seem, Mr. Biscoe’s response was equally typical. He writes in his book ‘Character Building in Kashmir’ (1920):

Many of the native papers had done us the honour of telling their readers what they thought of us, and gave accounts of what had not, as well as of what had, happened chiefly the former. For many of the Indian papers greedily swallow the lies made red hot in Srinagar. One of the yarns that appeared is worth quoting :
” Mr. Biscoe, principal of the Church mission school in Srinagar, makes his Brahman boys drag dead dogs through the city.”
This ” spicy ” bit of news took our fancy, and we thought it a pity that one of these yarns at least should not be founded upon something tangible, so we decided to help the editor of the paper in this matter.
We possessed an obedient dog, a spaniel, who was in the habit of “dying” for his friends when required to do so. The rest of the cast was quite easy a party of boys, a rope, and a photographer. The obedient spaniel died, and remained dead while we tied a rope to his hind leg, and placed the boys in position on the rope for the photographer to snap.
So henceforward if ever we find a citizen disbelieving Srinagar yarns, especially those spun against the schools, we can produce this photograph to show that one at least of their stories is true. Papers may err, but cameras never (?).

In one of the still more strange case, Pandits even sought help from Vivekananda on the matter when he arrived in Kashmir in around 1897. Although not naming him directly, Biscoe in ‘Kashmir in sunlight &shade’ writes about Pandits asking a certain Sadhu to intervene in their favor. This man he describes as, “A certain yellow-robed and much-travelled Sadhu” who “visited Kashmir with his cheelas.” and “had travelled in Europe and America, and was highly educated.” Based on the description and chronology of the events this man has to be Vivekananda. What followed was that initially this Sadhu favoured the Pandits but later after talking to Biscoe and seeing his school and work, he did a u-turn and advised pandits to send their children to Biscoe.

And yet the Pandit hatred for Biscoe, this man who was challenging their way of life, didn’t subside. They didn’t understand all this strange business of swimming, rowing, mountaineering, cricket, cleaning street and rivers. They expected the school to just to teach their children maths and essential skills that will help them get a government jobs. But they saw that Biscoe was in-effect changing their children into little Europeans. And he was doing it with a certain brashness. If children drowned while rowing in Wular, Biscoe believed that other children would readily filled their place. He believed in football and its power to change a society. But the ripples that his little experiment was causing in the Kashmiri society can be gauged from writings of Biscoe’s son  E. D. Tyndale-Biscoe. In his book  ‘Fifty years against the stream. The story of a school in Kashmir’ (1930)* he writes that the children in order to avoid football would often puncture the ball and their parents would shoot off angry letter’s to CMS headquaters in London. One of the letter read like this:

“We, the inhabitants – Hindus and Muhamadans of Kashmir – want this, that if Mr. Biscoe is allowed to remain in Kashmir as a Principal of the school, not a single boy will attend it, and the Society will have to close it for good. Therefore, please sir, transfer Mr. Biscoe for his is exceedingly a bad man, illiterate, deceitful, ill-mannered, uncultured, cunning, and a man too fond of cricket.”

And yet Biscoe stayed on, building his little roman empire in Kashmir, little by little, with diligent social work and an unshakable faith in his unconventional methods.

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* Mentioned in ‘Confronting the Body: The Politics of Physicality in Colonial and Post, edited by James H Mills, Satadru Sen.

Jump, the angreez bai are here!

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A funny little tale from Biscoe about what happened when girls first started attending English schools in Kashmir:

“It was somewhere in the nineties that one of the mission ladies started a girl school in the city; it was of course by no means popular, as it shocked the prejudices of all proper thinking folk in Srinagar. The girls who were brave enough to attend were very timid, and their parents were somewhat on the shake, as public opinion was very much against them. The school continued until the first prize day. The Superintendent had invited some of the European ladies of the station to come to the function, thinking it would be an encouragement to the girls and their parents. All the girls were assembled in the school when, on the appearance of the English lady visitors, some one in the street shouted out that the Europeans had come to kidnap the girls. Others took up the cry, and ran to the school windows and told the girls to escape by jumping from the windows, the man below catching them as they fell. Before the visitors could enter the school the scholars had literally flown; the girls of course lost their heads on account of the shouting from the street. It was terrible moment for the Superintendent as she saw her girls disappear out of the windows, for she feared that they would be damaged by the fall. It is said that one of the lady visitors was wearing rather a wonderful hat which upset the equilibrium of the citizens who were standing outside the school”

~ C.E. Tyndale Biscoe, Kashmir in Sunlight & Shade (1925)

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Summer, 2008

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Vintage Kashmir in National Geographic Magazine

In 1927,  a year after his wife died, Franklin Price Knott (1854-1930at the age of 73 embarked on a 40,000-mile tour of Japan, China, the Philippines, Bali, and India during which he took a lot of photographs using a then recently developed technique of creating color photographs – autochrome. These  vivid images of his travels created a sensation in America. Franklin Price Knott was one of the first to have his color images appear in National Geographic magazine. 


Today Franklin Price Knott is credited as one of the pioneers of color photography, for giving public an appetite for color and in developing this appetite, Kashmir played a vital role as the scenes colored by him for Kashmir are believed to be his best work.


Franklin Price Knott’s Kashmir was printed in October 1929 issue of National Geographic Magazine.

Here are some of those famed photographs (via nationalgeographicstock.com)

Kashmiri Girl

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Potter

A boy awaits the arrival of the Viceroy and Lady Irwin with flowers. Jammu (not Kashmir).

Native state officials float downriver to meet the Maharaj. Srinagar.

The above two images illustrate how these first ”color’ photographs were created

Students of a school [C.M.S] gather outside for photo. Srinagar.

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The Maharaja summoned me to the green and blue tiled pool in the royal palace at Jammu where he was bathing with a dozen natives diving and splashing. After the swim servants brought to him tray after tray of exquisite jewelry; pins, necklaces, rings and bracelets. From some trays he would select a piece and wave the rest away. When I finally photographed him with his aides, he was wearing, I was told $4,000,000 worth of pearls. 
[…]
It is regrettable that in this Vale of Kashmir surrounded by glitterng ice-capped mountains and considered the world’s most beautiful valley, there are almost no womeen except those of the laboring classes, to be seen. It is contrary to social custom for women of the better classes to be seen on the streets or in public places.”

~ an American news report from 1927 of Franklin Price Knott’s trip to Kashmir.

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Here are some other photographs of Kashmir published in National Geographic over the years (minus the more recent ones). Their site offers no information on year of the photograph. So here I have added  some additional notes. Now Rewind.





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Medical Missions, 1919

A photograph from ‘Ministers of Mercy’ by James Henry Franklin, 1872.

The book briefs out works of first few medical missionaries working in places as varied as Afghanistan, Arabia, Persia, Japan, Africa, China, India and Kashmir. Here’s an extract dealing with work of Neve brothers operating in Kashmir. The part I found interesting involves Srinagar “The City of the Sun,” being described as “The City of Appalling Odors,”, a city portions of which never received sunlight, and whose canals at times only offered pestilential odors. I found it interesting because I have heard people still describe the city along those lines. And then there is the part about Biscoe boys cheering for Cholera.

The Kashmir Mission had been opened about
1863 by the Rev. Robert Clark. The first attempt
at medical mission work met with great opposition.
The governor and other officials were antagonistic
and apparently permitted, if they did not incite,
mob violence. In 1864 Mr. Clark made the following entry in his diary :

” The house was literally besieged with men and
noisy boys. They stood by hundreds on the bridge,
and lined the river on both sides, shouting, and one man striking a gong, to collect the people. Not a
chuprasse, or police officer, or soldier, or official of
any kind appeared. The tumult quickly increased,
and no efforts were made to stop it. The people
began to throw stones and some of them broke
down the wall of the compound and stables. Our
servants became greatly alarmed, for they threatened to burn the house down. The number present
was between one thousand and one thousand five
hundred. When I went to the Wazir to ask for
protection, it was said that he was asleep. He kept
me waiting for two hours and then did not even
give me a chair. He promised to send a guard and
never did so. The police also announced that if
any one rented a house to the missionaries, all the skin would be taken off their backs.”
A few weeks later Mr. Clark wrote in his journal:

” Men are again stationed on the bridge, as they
were for weeks together last year, to prevent any
one from coming to us. Our servants cannot buy
the mere necessaries of life, and we have to send
strangers to the other end of the city to purchase
flour.”
[…]
The capital city, Srinagar, is surrounded by
scenes of Alpine beauty. The Kashmir Mission
Hospital, perched on a jutting hillside overlooking
the city, commands also a view of a vale of purple
glens and clear, snow-cold streams. Srinagar has
a population of 126,000 people, living in crowded
houses, and using for their chief and central high-
way the Jhelum River, with intersecting canals that

could make of Srinagar a second Venice, if people
and architecture only lent themselves appropriately.
While Srinagar has been called “The City of the
Sun,” it has also been suggested that it might be
called “The City of Appalling Odors,” The dense
population is ignorant of sanitation. The drainage
of a city without sewers runs into stagnant canals
in which people bathe and wash their clothes,. and
from which women fill their jars with water for
drinking and cooking. Portions of the crowded
city never receive a direct ray of sunlight, and in
consequence there is a deposit of vile black mud in
winter and nothing less than a riot of pestilential
odors in summer.
 In 1886 Dr. Arthur Neve was joined by his brother, Dr. Ernest F. Neve, who had also studied at
the University of Edinburgh, where he established a
record for thorough work in his classes, activity in
religious organizations, and service for the poorer
classes. The younger physician declared that Srin-
agar, from a sanitary standpoint, was like a powder
magazine waiting for a spark.
The spark fell into the magazine a few months
after his arrival, when a case of cholera appeared
in the city, and soon he and his brother and the
Superintendent of the State Hospital were face to
face with a baffling situation. When the outbreak
occurred, the Mission Hospital was crowded with more than a hundred patients, while great numbers
daily thronged the waiting-rooms. On one day
alone the two doctors admitted thirty patients to the
hospital and performed fifty-three operations. Two
of the patients died from cholera, and in a few
hours the hospital was empty. The people were
panic-stricken. In two months, more than ten thousand died in the city. Dr. Ernest Neve, cooperating with the state physician, took charge of a large
section of Srinagar; and Dr. Arthur Neve visited
almost every section of the valley (nearly ninety
miles long) where deaths were reported. Wherever pure water could be secured in good supply, the
people escaped to a great extent. To teach the
populace a few simple principles of safeguarding
their health by suitable food and water was the
privilege of the physicians.
Srinagar suffered again and again from the
scourge of cholera. In reporting an epidemic Dr.
Arthur Neve wrote:

“The turbid and lazy stream sweeps against the
prow masses of dirty foam, floating straw, dead
bodies of dogs, and all other garbage of a great
city. How can one admire the great sweep of snow
mountains, the deep azure of the sky, and broad
rippling sheet of cloud and sky-reflecting water,
when every sense is assailed by things that disgust.
Upon one bank stands a neat row of wooden huts. This is a cholera hospital. Upon the other bank
the blue smoke, curling up from a blazing pile, gives
atmosphere and distance to the rugged mountains.
It is a funeral pyre. And as our boat passes into
the city, now and again we meet other boats, each
with its burden of death. All traffic seems to be
suspended. Shops are closed. Now and again,
from some neighboring barge, we hear the wail of
mourners, the shrieks of women as in a torture den,
echoed away among the houses on the bank.”
In 1885 the Kashmir Valley was shaken by a
terrific earthquake. It was most violent near Baramula, where villages were reduced to ruins and
thousands of persons were killed outright In one
hamlet only seven of the forty-seven inhabitants
survived, and four of these seven were severely
injured.
Immediately after the earthquake, Dr. Arthur
Neve hastened to Baramula and opened an emergency hospital. Other missionaries visited the devastated district to collect in boats the wounded who
could be taken to Dr. Neve. In two weeks’ touring,
they visited villages where the roll of the dead included not less than three thousand. Besides the
dead, there were many injured whose cases became
more serious daily, as bones began to knit in unnatural forms, dislocations to stiffen, and wounds
to mortify. Such service as was rendered by the missionaries could not fail to reach the hearts of
the distressed people.
In times of special need, the missionary staff at
Srinagar could always rely on the help of the older
boys in the Mission School which, by 1912, enrolled
about fifteen hundred students of varying ages.
Dr. Elmslie, the first medical missionary in Kashmir, had begun the educational work. Fortunate
the mission whose pioneers are wise enough to
establish good schools and thus prepare the native forces for leadership in Christian movements
in their own lands! The Kashmiri boy was not
an encouraging subject for Christian education, but
Dr. Elmslie and his successors, — such men as the
Rev. C. E. Tyndale-Biscoe and the Rev. F. E.
Lucey — had faith in the power of the gospel, taught
through daily example as well as by precept, to
transform the characters of the unpromising lads
of the Kashmir Valley. “In all things be men,”
was the inspiring motto of the school. A pair of
canoe paddles, crossed, was the crest The paddles
signified hard work, or strength. The paddle
blades, in the shape of a heart, suggested kindness;
for true manhood was described by the teachers as a
combination of strength and kindness. The crossed
paddles suggested the Christian symbol of self-
sacrifice and was intended to remind them from
Whom they should seek inspiration to be true men.
Throughout the city, schoolboys might be seen
wearing this badge, and any one in danger or distress might appeal to them for assistance, since they
had been taught to be ready always to serve those
in special need. Their sports at school were taught
not for their personal pleasure, but to make them
stronger in the service of the weak. One of the
practical results of the aquatic sports was the saving
of eight lives in a single year. If a conflagration
was discovered in the city, the school was quickly
dismissed for the day, while the principal and his
boys hurried to the fire, taking along the fire-engine
from the mission-compound and fighting the flames,
thus saving the lives of women and children.

The boys were taught to protect women from insult, to show kindness to invalids and old people, and
to prevent cruelty to animals. One winter a hundred starving donkeys were fed by the boys. Occasionally, a sanitary corps would visit some
especially unwholesome section of the city and, with
pick and shovel, show what was required to prevent
the spread of disease. Convalescents from the hospital were taken out on the lake for an airing. The
boys assisted the police in running down gangs of
men who terrorized women and children, and they
held boat-races on the river when cholera raged, in
order to enliven the people and relieve their mental
tension. Once, when told that the plague offered many opportunities to them to play the man, the
boys actually gave three cheers for the cholera! When floods swept the valley, they rescued families
that were stranded on roofs of houses or on small
spots of dry ground. Native teachers in the school
gave their personal assistance to the medical missionaries in caring for cholera patients. The big
task which Mr. Tyndale-Biscoe undertook was ” to
teach the boys manliness, loyalty, charity, manners,
cleanliness, truth, and Christian doctrine.” 

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Old Biscoe School Photograph collection

Old photographs related to Biscoe School found in Tyndale Biscoe’s book ‘Character Building in Kashmir’ (1920) –

 
Second fleet on the way through Srinagar
 
Embarkation Contest: The first boat afloat wins the prize

 
One of the School Boats and the Crew
 
(Clockwise:) Schoolboys at Road making, Peace Day Celebration, Carrying Logs for School Building, Dispensing Medicine during Cholera Epidemic

 
The Wular Lake, Kashmir

One of the popular spots for boating expeditions

 
The C.M.S. School for Girls, Srinagar
 
One of the Brahmin Lies Reproduced on Paper

The above photograph has Biscoe boys dragging a “dead dog”. The story:

The school and particularly the methods of Mr. Biscoe faced stiff opposition from orthodox people of Srinagar, often leading the attack were Brahmins and the supporters of other “more normal” Schools including ones that had the backing of Mrs. Annie  Besant, of theosophical fame, who opened Hindu School, on the other bank just opposite the CMS school near the third bridge of Srinagar.  Often local Newspapers were filled with News snippets targeting the school and its way of functioning. In one such news story, the paper claimed that Mr. Biscoe made Brahmin boys drag dead dogs through the city. Stange as the news may seem,  Mr. Biscoe’s response was equally typical. He writes in his book ‘Character Building in Kashmir’ (1920):

Many of the native papers had done us the honour of telling their readers what they thought of us, and gave accounts of what had not, as well as of what had, happened chiefly the former. For many of the Indian papers greedily swallow the lies made red hot in Srinagar. One of the yarns that appeared is worth quoting :

” Mr. Biscoe, principal of the Church mission school in Srinagar, makes his Brahman boys
drag dead dogs through the city.”

This ” spicy ” bit of news took our fancy, and we thought it a pity that one of these yarns at least should not be founded upon something tangible, so we decided to help the editor of the paper in this matter.

We possessed an obedient dog, a spaniel, who was in the habit of “dying” for his friends when required to do so. The rest of the cast was quite easy a party of boys, a rope, and a photographer. The obedient spaniel died, and remained dead while we tied a rope to his hind leg, and placed the boys in position on the rope for the photographer to snap.

So henceforward if ever we find a citizen disbelieving Srinagar yarns, especially those spun against the schools, we can produce this photograph to show that one at least of their stories is true. Papers may err, but cameras never (?).

 
Helter-skelter: School Cleaned in Twenty-five Seconds

They still play these “cleaning” games in schools across the J&K state, but I doubt anyone can beat that number, they can barely manage the students to take these exercises seriously.

In the above  photograph you can actually see the famous “Monkey-Poles” of Biscoe School.  I was admitted to the school in the later 1980s as a young boy, only six or seven years old. Perhaps LKG, and stayed till 3rd standard. I distinctly remember relatives asking me if I had seen the famous  “Money-pole”. I had no idea what they were talking about. From their talks, I could infer that in Biscoe school bad boys were made to climb up the “Monkey Pole”. I didn’t know what the big deal was with that. Sounds fun. Unless. Unless, the pole had nails. So I always imagined that the pole had nails.

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Biscoe School Images from “Beyond The Pir Panjal: Life and Missionary Enterprise in Kashmir” (1912 ) by Ernest F. Neve –

 
Fleet Paddling Past The High School

 
School Sports. A Splash Dash.
[Update: Photographer Randolph B. Holmes, (‘Holmes of Peshawar”)]. Year 1915.

I love this photograph. [A story for later]

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“In all things be men”. Missionary exercises for Character building in Kashmir.

In response to a comment by Dipen, who I know is still a “Biscoe Boy”.

Dipen pointed out Mr. Biscoe’s campaign of making “man” out of  meek Kashmir. In fact, making a “Man” out of Kashmiris was one of the main objectives of the Biscoe (in particular) and early Missionaries sent to Kashmir (in general). And Kashmiris had to be forced into this new mold. So they came up with many methods and exercises and exercises.

[Image: The motto and crest of Biscoe School engarved on its main gate. Taken in June 2008 while I walked past my old school]

Here’s an extract from “Beyond The Pir Panjal: Life and Missionary Enterprise in Kashmir” (1912 ) by Ernest F. Neve that shed light on how this ‘man-making’ exercise was carried out:

The character of the Kashmiri boy is not good. He is often studious, but is usually untruthful, conceited, superstitious,cowardly, selfish and extremely dirty. The motto of this school is ” In all things be men.” “The crest is a pair of paddles crossed. The paddles represent hard work or strength, the blade of the paddles being in the shape of a heart reminds them of kindness (the true man is a combination of strength and kindness). The crossed paddles represent self-sacrifice, reminding them from Whom we get the greatest example and from Whom we learn to be true men.”

All over the city, boys may be met who wear this badge and they may be appealed to by any one in difficulty, distress or danger, as they have been taught to be ready to render service at all times to those who are in need.

The object of the principal of the school, the Rev. Cecil Tyndale-Biscoe, is to train all his boys and not only those who are clever or strong. In a little book entitled Training in Kashmir, he explains his methods. ” We give fewer marks to mind than body because Kashmiri boys prefer their books to their bodily exercise. Marks in sports are not given necessarily to the best cricketer or swimmer but to the boy who tries most. If we always reward the strong, as is the custom of the world, we discourage the weak and often they give up trying. The energy of the staff is not concentrated on turning out a great cricket eleven, or great anything, for all those boys who are good at any particular sport are naturally keen and do not need spurring on ; where the stress comes, is hi the case of the weak, feeble, timid boys; it is they who require attention; it is they who specially need physical training and careful watching. Of course this system does not make a brave show, for the strength is given to the bulk and not to make brilliancy more brilliant. We are working for the future, the race of life, and must therefore fit all the boys for it, not a few special ones in order to make a show. Then again sports are not entered into for sport’s sake, but for the results. Boys should have strong bodies so that they may help others who have weak ones. Again boys are not rewarded by prizes for sports, as we feel that true sport in the West is being killed by * pot-hunting.’ We pit one school against another, giving marks to the school and not to the boys, and the school that wins the greatest number of marks in regattas and sports wins the challenge cup. In this way we hope to take the selfishness out of games and create a true desire for honour for the school and community, as opposed to the individual.”

The method of marking adopted in this school gives an idea of the thoroughness of the education, and will show the immense value of such an institution, both from a moral and political standpoint. One-third of the possible marks is allotted for moral proficiency, one-third for physical, and the remaining third for scholarship. The advantages of this are not only that every boy has a chance, but above all that the boys are trained to regard conduct and good citizenship as at least as important as book learning, and that sound bodies are as necessary as sound minds. With regard to conduct, it is not passive good behaviour that gains marks, but actual deeds of kindness. The activities of the Mission School are very varied. A large fire breaks out in the city and spreads with the utmost rapidity among the wooden houses, 3000 of which are burnt. The school work is stopped for the day and the principal and boys take along their fire-engine and fight the flames, sometimes at risk to their own lives, saving those of women and children in danger. The protection of women from insult, kindness to old people and invalids, the rescue of those in peril of drowning, and prevention of cruelty to animals, are some of the works of ministry, which the boys are encouraged to undertake. Although Brahmans may not touch a donkey, they may drive it or lead it with a rope. And one winter hospitality was shown by the Mission School to over a hundred starving donkeys, some of which would certainly have otherwise perished in the streets, where they are sent by their owners to pick up food as best they can. Physical training includes gymnastics, drill, boating, swimming, football and cricket, and the aim is to make the boys healthy and strong, promote esprit de corps, discipline, reverence for authority and a due sense of obedience and subordination. In scholarship there is an ordinary curriculum, including daily Bible lessons. Many of the boys are very young and their instruction elementary. Of the seniors not a few have successfully passed the matriculation examination of the Punjab University. In connection with the school there is a sanitary corps, which, armed with pick and shovel, will often give an object lesson to the people of Srinagar by visiting some specially dirty court or lane and showing the inhabitants what is required to keep it clean. Sometimes, too, at the hospital a group of Mission School boys arrives to take out convalescents for an airing on the lake, where they provide tea at their own expense and bring them safely back in the evening.

Most of these stories became part of local legends connected with this fine institution.

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The meaning of motto and crest of Biscoe school in words of Mr. Tyndale Biscoe, from his book ‘Character Building in Kashmir’ (1920):

As some people do not quite approve of the motto for the mission school, let me explain what it means to the staff and the boys, whatever other sinister meaning it may appear to have to others.

I will first say what it does not mean by the following incident. A certain lady, visiting the
schools many years ago, asked one of the little boys what was the meaning of his school motto, and he answered : ” In all things we must not be women.” This lady, knowing only too well the superior attitude taken by men towards women in this country, naturally did not think we had chosen a very gallant motto. As a matter of fact, we mean by men true men, i.e. those who combine kindness with strength. For we have all met the half-man specimen, the kind fools and the strong brutes. The perfect man is after the pattern of the Man Christ Jesus.

The paddles stand for hard work and strength.

The heart-shaped blade for kindness.

The paddles are crossed to signify self-sacrifice, and remind us of the one great Sacrifice for all on that Cross of shame which is now an emblem of salvation, sacredness, and service.

This school badge means service. The boys understand that, if they wear this badge (they may wear black and red rosettes instead if they wish), they must be ready to render service to any one who calls upon them in difficulty and danger, as the people in England look to the police to help them. And I am glad to say that of late several boys have not been called upon in vain. This idea has quite taken on and adds much to their self-respect, since it is a badge of honour which must be lived up to. This service includes animals as well as humans.

[Image: “Second fleet on the way through Srinagar” found in book Biscoe’s “Character Building in Kashmir” (1920). More Old Biscoe images here]
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