Ek sham woh tha jab bichade the kai dost banke ajnabi.......
Ek sham yeh tha jab bhichade the kai ajnabi banke dost...................
What is it that drives a bunch of people to travel all across the globe to meet each other after being perfect strangers for almost two decades? What is it that brings people who hardly knew each other when they were in school to almost create new ties? There is something that defies all logic here. There is something that seems to work beyond comprehension.
And that is the magic of the Class of 89 that defies logic.
When destiny sent us separate ways I never thought I would meet my classmates like this. The chances of meeting them seemed bleak and I didn’t care any less. It hardly made a difference if I knew what had happened to any one of them as my life didn’t seem to have any place for them.
But then again on the 7th of August 2010 destiny ensured that some of these people resurfaced in my life.
As I reached the school, I felt my heart skip a beat. Here I had travelled all the way to meet a group of strangers. Would I recognise them? Would they recollect me? Well some did, some did not but once the old photographs in our minds were distorted to fit in the new images, the class of 89 took no time to warm itself up.
Time seemed to have just vanished into obscurity. As the day progressed and as the ‘class’ went through the various activities, the 20 years had melted away. No one even felt it existed in our lives. As we caught up with each other’s lives, we discussed husbands, wives, babies and jobs. Each one of us unravelled the timelines of everyone else’s lives.
But then all that didn’t seem to matter anymore. What mattered was that at the Taj, on the 7th of august i was just myself, I was not the daughter, not the the daughter-in-law, not the wife, not the mother, not the teacher, I was just me........as it had been 20 years ago.
Going through the various roles in life( none of which I would want to change) I realised that ‘ME’ had been pushed into the background and today ‘I,me,Myself’ had resurrected over 20 years.
As the day progressed the more I got connected to someone who I had forgotten in the daily humdrum of life, to someone who was hidden so deep within that even if she screamed aloud, I never heard. But today she was laughing, and relaxing, being just herself, letting herself be..Just be
I had no ‘role’ to play; I was not slotted to be anyone I just grew up to be. I was just me.
It was a day destined for me to fly; destined to feel free, destined to occur just to reconnect
Reconnect not with just people who went out of my lives 20 years ago, but also to the one little girl who got engulfed within my soul!!!!!!!!!
Agar doston se bichde the bees saal pehle,to unke saath kahin humne apne aap ko bhi ghuma diya tha.....
Agar doston se mile hain ab bees saal baad, to unke saath humne apne aap ko bhi paa liya tha.......
