This new year started with a flood of memories for the GMC batch 87ians. Literally. *ROFL*.
WhatsApp and Facebook were flooded with photographs. There were nearly a 1000 photos according to Mono, official and brilliant photographer. What Manoranjan did was nothing less that heroic. Trying to cover 2 days of events and almost 150 persons single highhandedly with a professional camera (not a cellphone camera, mind it).
There is so much to write. In the flood of words, many are drowned before they can be typed on the key board, and for many emotions, the appropriate word is getting difficult to find.
First on the electronic print is the feelings of immense gratitude for the team of organisers who made these 2 days into such flawless occasions. The picnic buses were on time and perfect. Everyone reached the picnic spot uneventfully. The picnic spot was perfect despite the the dry dustiness in every other location. The food was on time. The T shirts were perfectly designed. The drinks, the games, the perfect engagement of the children. When no problem is faced, it only indicates that an immense amount of planning, hard work and coordinated efforts are responsible.
Santanu, Pankaj, Deepak, Gitali, Upasana. Heartfelt gratitude to the heroes who designed such an awesome feast which we 87ians enjoyed so much. If I have missed any names, do let me know. Will update it in the blog.
How beautiful, coordinated and together we have grown. So evident in this last get together. 25 years is a long time. Bonds get created, lost, forgotten in 25 years. It is amazing that we have feel closer than ever before despite not being in constant touch with each other. This can of course be attributed to WhatsApp and Facebook too. Dhriti obviously gets a lot of credit for keeping us together on WhatsApp.
I'd like to capture Manoranjan first. I met Manoranjan properly after passing our MBBS, in 2012 when he brought his photographs for the souvenir which I was supposed to create for the Kaziranga reunion. There was chicken cooked for lunch in my kitchen and I bonded with him over chicken and bread. I think. Facebook revealed his multifaceted talents. His beautiful house. His manicured lawns and potted and non potted flowers and plants. His passion for photography and the awesome food he had for his meals. Drooling over the food pictures and envying him for having such a good cook as his wife. His photography-such a palpable passion. His lovely,handsome sons. His fitness. His love for his wife and family. His love for life.
He regrets not being able to capture everyone well enough being the only photographer. What he did capture was nothing less than heroic. I repeat this from para 2 above.
More to follow in the subsequent blogs. Ciao for now. Ummah ummah. (Those were kisses by the way. You are free to imagine who they were meant for. *wicked smiley*)
