The year 2015 went by rather too soon. Like every year this
one too had its ups and downs but one event that stands out and will forever be
a thing of joy for most of us from the class of 1985 from St. Mary’s convent
High School, Raichur is the formation of the group “school friends forever” on
whatsapp. Even a critic like me has had to admit that technology is not that
bad at all.
Old friends were searched through social net working sites,
neighbours of the friends, friends of friends, through siblings and through all
possible venues and added on the “school friends forever” group on whatsapp. Each one of us was ecstatic to be in touch
with child hood buddies who we thought we would never meet. And the conversations
flowed round the clock. Whoever was online at that time chatted and caught up
with each other filling in the details of the past years or reminiscing the
good old school days, the pranks, the punishments, the laughter shared. There
was so much to talk about..pulling each other’s leg, complimenting on the
looks, discussing about shopping, sharing recipes, homemade remedies and what
not. Some were housewives, some had
careers and some settled abroad. All of us were scattered and caught up in the
whirlwind of life yet flocked together on whatsapp. We were miles away but on
whatsapp all we needed was just a ‘tap on our touch screen phones’ to connect.
And we would be instantly transported to a totally different world where we
were like the adolescent girls walking down the familiar corridors of our alma
mater.
Soon the topic veered towards having a get together of all
the old friends -Reunions having become the trend these days. After much deliberation
the reunion of St. Mary’s batch of 1985 was finalized for 10 and 11th
of October 1985. More excited discussion on finalizing the colour code for the
2 days. And even more discussions on the agenda for the 2 days. Each one of us
had our own ideas and we were all filled with excitement.
The colour codes were finalized, the place of stay and the
agenda also finalized because this was the discussion for one whole month.
Votes were taken where necessary. Tickets were booked to avoid last minute
rush. A majority of our class mates lived in Bengaluru so expected a decent
gathering of at least 25 to 30 friends. But gradually other priorities took
over and some of them dropped out of the reunion plan much to the dismay of the
others. But somehow the responsibilities are laden
more on the women when it comes to children- their studies, health, nursing
aged parents and in-laws.
The rest of us who were going were counting the days for the
D Day. And finally it arrived. It was a warm sunny day the 10th of
October, Saturday in Raichur when 16 of us met at a common point dressed in
navy blue and white - the colours of our beloved Alma mater. We were all
talking at once greeting and hugging each other with ecstatic joy complimenting
on how pretty the other looked or how much our friend had changed in
appearances or not changed at all despite the years. Selfies and group photos were in order. And
then we took the path to our school as decided. Even on the way we chatted
excitedly talking about the miscellaneous stalls just outside the school gate
where sweetmeats, wild berries were sold and how we used to throng to buy them
even though our elders and teachers were against it. We wondered if the vendors
would still be there but when we reached there we were disappointed that the
place was empty. None of the little stalls with the women vendors warding off
flies were there. They were a thing of the past now. Children no longer
preferred those goodies now.
In, the school gate we walked, remembering how as late
comers we used to stand at the gate fearfully. And if there was a slight chance
we would sneak in and join the last row in morning assembly. We met the present
Head Mistress and asked her about our old teachers who were all retired and a
few already in heavens. The Office room was also another place we dreaded
because this was the place where we were called only when we had done a
grievous mischief and deserved punishment from none other but the school head.
We walked around the school compound gazing yearningly at
the primary section, the play ground, the water tank where we fearlessly drank
water that was neither filtered nor boiled. The church where we used to quickly
kneel for blessing to pass in the test had received a makeover and was prettier
now.
At the exterior there were changes but those classrooms were
still the same and our chatter and giggles probably still echoed in the
memories of time. We gathered on the dais for photos, posed at the coveted
piano in the school auditorium, sang the school song and other hymn at the very
place where our morning assembly was held, had small talks with the present
girls studying there, walked around the play ground and the grotto reminiscing
those golden days of our school hood. We could just never have enough of it but
we had to move on because that is the law for all living things – to grow and
outgrow.
An elaborate lunch and visiting 2 of our senior teachers
took place as planned followed by a noisy evening and an elaborate dinner.
In the nights there was much laughter, cracking jokes and
laughing gleefully at the adult jokes like school girls sharing something
private. We were seeing this naughty side of each other now after 30 years
where the naughtiness in the school was something else. Maybe a trick played on
a unsuspecting girl or doing something slyly to escape punishment.
Day 2 was spent at a local resort singing, dancing, talking,
laughing and posing for photographs. And
most importantly, catching up with each other. So much had happened with so
many of us in all these years.
Photos, video clips were sent in the group to those who had missed
out on the reunion. Each place we went
to was informed in the group so they too could actually get the ‘feel’ of being
with us.
The 2 days with friends passed quickly and the time to
depart arrived…one by one each one left to her place with a heavy heart but
laden with memories that will be treasured.
There may be more get togethers in the coming years but this
one – the first one will be the best one – I reflected. The year also saw its
worst floods and some of our friends were caught up in the storms and they
braved out of it. These two major incidents one that gave us a high and another
low. There were many lows in the lives of other friends who lost their loved
ones but life goes on and friends give us a all new high each time we log on to
the whatsapp group.
Friends from diverse backgrounds, each having her own
individual battle but when we are in the group everything becomes everyone’s
concern and sorrow and each one’s happiness becomes everyone’s joy.
Girls who were brilliant and teachers’ pet and girls who
were average and some even wall flies were all one now with no sense of
insecurity or inferiority. Because today, each one of us has managed to garner
her own place under the sun.
The caravan of friendship never ends. It is indeed true that
poor is a person who has no friends. And here we were rich beyond words because
we had friends from our college days, friends from our work places, friends
from our towns/ cities and best of all friends from childhood. We all owned the
wealth of friendship and today are richer than any rich person in the whole of
the world.
“Each friend represents a world within us” – Anian Nin. And so
it was each one of us was similar to the other in some way and different in
some other way and yet we were all one.
Those 2 days we re-lived the school days. And it was just
not enough. There was a feeling of emptiness after we departed.
A friend of mine had written in my autograph book in school,
the lines were something like this “Into that garden we shall meet where friends
never depart.” Somehow I never found my school autograph book again but these
words along with some others still linger in my mind.
And I conclude this blog here with hopes of writing any more
memoirs of moments spent with friends, with this quote found on the internet
and which suits my write up aptly:
"I know we'll be
friends for life, sharing our dreams together. As we walk down the road, we'll
never think twice, these memories are made forever. And though we're off to
different worlds, somehow we're together...because deep within our heart...these
memories are made forever."
- Mystic Pizza -
PS: Friends o mine who are reading this especially who made
it to the reunion, please suggest editions if needed. Will edit the blog and re
post. JJ
