I have been smiling ever since I got back from Pune.
There was something magical about the two days spent in the
company of old friends.
It is hard to pin. Was it the air of good natured acceptance around
these friendships? The fact that an empathetic silence greeted the most
vitriolic of one’s outpourings? An underlying acknowledgment of one’s struggles
and the journey so far? Affection borne of having known you in those tentative yet fearless years? A stab of fond recognition at their typical gestures you
once saw on a daily basis. The assurance and security of familiarity? A
poignant curiosity about where life took the rest of the batch? The wistful
realization that even though everyone had moved on, nothing could erase the
years spent in commonality all that while ago? The notion that here were the
few people who remembered you when you were haughty, eighteen and frost-free?
I tread softly around the familiar ground! Would I have disturbed
the memories, I don’t know but there was a sense of entering the time machine,
like wading through a kaleidoscope of images in slow motion. I doubt if anyone
on the college campus registered the two goggle eyed women running their eyes
over walls, steps, trees and the pathways. There, that was the spot we clicked
our famous group picture on. Here lay the steps we would sit chatting upon, between lectures. Look at the lab
tables, our names might still be there, eteched on the solid wood. Are those the
library steps we paused on to catch up with each other? I don’t remember all
these dogs back then. Oh my God, there is the college office I dreaded going to. Let’s
chat up these kids sitting outside the Chemistry department, what do they think
of the college today? Fancy the Mathematics Department and was there a
Psychology and Electronics wing in our days. Ah, the cycle stands…click, click,
click…let’s register for the alumni association!
Twenty eight years just melted and dissolved in the first instance of meeting these people. Thank you Fergussonians for the affection, the camaraderie
and the openness. Here’s wishing you all bigger smiles, stronger hearts and
even better memories.
To the good old Bunwada and its fans!
I was, in fact, smiling on my way to the Delhi airport too, for the Pune bound flight.
A college reunion is quite akin to an emotional spa. Renewal follows the sloughing and the mental dusting. Lo and behold, if there isn't all of a sudden, a brand new reference point.
A college reunion is quite akin to an emotional spa. Renewal follows the sloughing and the mental dusting. Lo and behold, if there isn't all of a sudden, a brand new reference point.
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