25 is just a number. We have many more to come

 It started as a chance statement "Are we doing a 25 year reunion?". Like a snowball gathering momentum, this avalanche became the driving force for us for the past 3 months. Tickets booked, arrangements made, T shirts printed. There were tiny angels in our class volunteers of Raghavan and Akila. 

There were willing partners in crime who joined at once, and then the reluctant attendees. A few recalcitrant ones stayed silent. But as the date got by, the tide became higher. What was amazing is that people who had left the school mid way were as eager to come as ones who had graduated out of it. This boisterous bunch had an impact on people, irrespective of the time they had been in it.

For me, It started with an early morning road trip with BK and Siva. We three hadn't even spoken a dozen times in school, but bonded like old buddies. Aided by common love for contextual comedy, music and gossip, 7 hours seemed like a breeze. The actual meet up at the beach resort was seamlessly arranged with games and beach walks. The group of 24 connected irrespective of gender and the time spent together at school. We had all grown up together, had shared experiences. Watched the same movies, listened to the same teachers drone on. This is the stuff that stands the test of time.

The party and stories went till late in the night, and began at the crack of dawn again. Like the waves on the beach, the reunion washed up memories we didnt know we had. Most of us had only acted as if we had grown up. The teenager was well within reach. 

When the time to say good bye arose, we made promises of meeting again. Chennai, Bangalore, US - everyone couldn't have enough of it. Whatsapp had a hangover of a few days more, before become yet another dormant group. The photos though, still bring a smile. The stories are  yet going around. We were always the trendsetter class. To the jealousy of our other batch-mates, we still are. 

To all my friends. Kudos!