'Ivide C'mon'
It started with four guys having lime soda and mango juice in Hotel Kairali at Madivala, Bangalore. And it has consumed the last one week of my life. I walk around with a permanent goofy grin pasted on my face because I am recounting every one of those incidents which I read and re-read in the Orkut community we have created.
We are classmates – who studied together in high school till the 12th. New people joined. Some left in those years. But it doesn’t really matter who studied when because we have a common identity – a single identity. And I realize that now.
For me, School was part of life, like college was after that, like primary school was before that, like work life has been since. I haven’t really given it too much thought. Personally, I don’t make an effort to maintain past relationships. If I have friends, I believe they were meant to be. I don’t go out of my way to keep them, to make them feel special.
I have met many of these guys at different times in my life later. We have talked, exchanged a few words, laughed at a couple of old jokes, asked about a few of the others and gotten along with our lives. As if we were late for something. As if we had more important things to do.
We are scattered across the world and till now no one was quite sure where.
The community has changed all that. It started out as a meeting place, probably a place to exchange e-mail IDs so that we could reach out to each other, if ever the need arose. Slowly, the jokes started filtering in, the ones that everyone could identify with. And then the more intimate ones. And then the exam and teachers incidents, the ‘classic’ incidents and it has been a deluge ever since. We have rediscovered Orkut and have our community page open in office and at home, always looking for the next update. We have rediscovered the heroes of our class, the ones who painted those years in such beautiful, riotous colors.
It is safe to say that I haven’t laughed as much and as hard in the last decade of my life, as I have in the last one week. We call each other up and laugh again, recounting incidents that we have just read and re-read and laughed a 100 times over.
We are rejuvenated, sentimental, happy and comrades again.
Pleasantly surprised for having rediscovered something so precious.
And so, For having started this all: Sreeraj, Anil, Kittu & Ram….’Ivide C’mon’ :-)
We are classmates – who studied together in high school till the 12th. New people joined. Some left in those years. But it doesn’t really matter who studied when because we have a common identity – a single identity. And I realize that now.
For me, School was part of life, like college was after that, like primary school was before that, like work life has been since. I haven’t really given it too much thought. Personally, I don’t make an effort to maintain past relationships. If I have friends, I believe they were meant to be. I don’t go out of my way to keep them, to make them feel special.
I have met many of these guys at different times in my life later. We have talked, exchanged a few words, laughed at a couple of old jokes, asked about a few of the others and gotten along with our lives. As if we were late for something. As if we had more important things to do.
We are scattered across the world and till now no one was quite sure where.
The community has changed all that. It started out as a meeting place, probably a place to exchange e-mail IDs so that we could reach out to each other, if ever the need arose. Slowly, the jokes started filtering in, the ones that everyone could identify with. And then the more intimate ones. And then the exam and teachers incidents, the ‘classic’ incidents and it has been a deluge ever since. We have rediscovered Orkut and have our community page open in office and at home, always looking for the next update. We have rediscovered the heroes of our class, the ones who painted those years in such beautiful, riotous colors.
It is safe to say that I haven’t laughed as much and as hard in the last decade of my life, as I have in the last one week. We call each other up and laugh again, recounting incidents that we have just read and re-read and laughed a 100 times over.
We are rejuvenated, sentimental, happy and comrades again.
Pleasantly surprised for having rediscovered something so precious.
And so, For having started this all: Sreeraj, Anil, Kittu & Ram….’Ivide C’mon’ :-)
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