Thanks to the great efforts taken by a friend who was my colleague in a company in which I was employed 25 years ago, I attended a reunion yesterday of some more colleagues from the late sixties and seventies of the last century. The reunion was arranged in Mumbai where seven of the attendees now reside with my friend coming from Bengaluru and I going from Pune to make it a nice nine attendees.

The venue was a restaurant attached to a Gymkhana in the Eastern part of Mumbai and for me to enter that suburb and exit was not difficult as traffic on Sunday was light. When all of had assembled, I was the second last to land up, there was a lot of hugging and shouting at each other and the management of the restaurant seeing the rowdy behaviour of such old codgers decided to give us a basement room exclusively for our use and made two waiters wait exclusively at our table.

All of us are over sixty and two are still employed and one is running his own business in a town some distance away from Mumbai. Bar me, all are grand parents and five of them had children overseas.  Like the cartoon above, all of us kidded each other about our appearances.  I was meeting all of them except one after 25 years.  The one exception keeps coming to Pune and has been in touch regularly even otherwise.

Except for the friend from Bengaluru and the businessman, the seven others were all colleagues who had worked together with me in Mumbai and one had worked with me in Kerala too. We were all salesmen who grew within the company into managerial roles and had a lot of old stories to remember and reminisce about. We caught up with who is where, who died, whose health is bad and so on and bringing the reunion to a close was extremely difficult.

We have now decided that this group, plus a few who did not come due to various reasons, will meet regularly at Mumbai and Pune and keep in touch. What a day!


This morning, I got a phone call from my sister who is visiting her son in Bengaluru who suddenly put me on to speak to another lady on the phone who turned out to be a childhood friend from Chennai from the early fifties of the last century, now settled in Bengaluru and there was so much to talk about our respective mothers who were the greatest of friends and the rest of the family. Another great nostalgia trip that too culminated in promises to keep in touch and meet at Bengaluru and Pune.

Eventful two days.

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    1. I tried to get the Principal of my school some years ago to help me locate classmates for a golden jubilee get together, and he simply could not see the point of it at all!

  1. If I ever catch up with people I used to know decades ago, it’s usually a bit depressing. Either they’re brilliantly successful at something and I feel pathetically ordinary, or their life has gone steadily downhill and I feel guilty that I’m doing okay. So I think on the whole I’m glad to have lost touch with all my old workmates and acquaintances.
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  2. I am not into big reunions from the past, I am in touch with one school friend, I often refer to her as Elly’s second mother. The friend from my first job has been my sister-in-law for forty three years and the friend from my last job before marriage, keeps in regular touch. We move on from each stage in life and even in this ‘now’ world of social media, where everyone is in the ‘friend’ catagory, people come and go, sometimes without a word of explanation. So be it.
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    1. Yes, you have been rather unique. I, on the other hand have travelled a bit and lived in many places and that is why I have lost touch with many people from the past and when reunions take place, it is such a pleasure.

  3. Yes, the pleasure of connections. Reunions seem to round out our history, give us joy in the present and hope for the future. What more can we want than connections. (Don’t I know someone who said that?:)
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