Unbridled & random thoughts during a Re-Union of 1967-70 batch at KV.IIT, Chennai….. 07.01.12.
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Through the window I could see some of them playing, while others just stood by watching something of interest to them, few were huddled within the shade of large trees, couple of boys and girls were walking along talking and giggling….they were the students of various classes in the Kendriya Vidyalaya, IIT, taking it easy and about to go home, on that Saturday afternoon..…. the school now has a new multi story building, in place of the single floor structure resembling an aeroplane built in 1965, … within the confines of the uniquely styled structure, were all of us, about 33 in numbers that spent few teen years of our school age….. and now seated in the new auditorium, facing the podium of dignitaries… in the midst of a re-union of ex-students of the very same school, from a by-gone era…
What separated the students outside on the playground and the ex-students inside the auditorium, was not just the window pane or the concrete wall…. 42 to 44 years of a journey through life… the transparent glass in the window, suddenly seemed to reflect our own youthful days of carefree abandon, when our entire future and the destiny was before us, waiting for the choices we would make ….. the choices we did indeed have taken and that which have taken us to this day… . seeing and contributing to the building of 2 generations growing up, giving our best to the society, in a chosen walk of life to enrich ourselves while making life meaningful to others, stories of success, failures, lessons learnt, wisdom gained, shared destinies, tales of woes, moments of ecstasies, pangs of agonies, times of joy, pangs of sorrows .. what a bag of mixed experiences each of us held within our memories … … if the children hanging around in the playground were to watch us through the glass window, they would have seen their own reflection, at the end of their career path… their faces slapped with the wear and tear of a 44 year travel or travails… !!
I felt like we were in a Theme Park, as if we were watching these young ones about to enter a “Time Tunnel”… out of which we had just emerged.. and we felt, if only someone had cautioned us of the danger zones ahead and precautions to be taken…!! The temptation to stop some of them and caution them of the pitfalls ahead …. was overwhelming, but had to restrain consciously … almost like a ‘spirit’ wanting to touch and feel and speak .. but cannot be heard or felt…
Almost all the 33 ex-students assembled were seeing others for the first time after leaving the school. Each of us could so easily identify many of those who had shared our fun filled days at school… the girls and boys of yesteryears are today grandparents having borne witness to the spectrum of a 44 year time span – the passage of time, unable to dent the raw enthusiasm bursting forth from many as each face was recognised and acknowledged!
On the podium were a handful of ex-teachers who chiselled us to the present shape, status, titles and Character … one of them opened his speech with the remark, “if it was about 44 years back, I would have addressed this gathering as ‘my dear children’, but today I can only greet you all as esteemed ladies and gentlemen..” … as a rejoinder, another elderly august faculty member addressed us as “my dear children”.. and suddenly we felt indeed as children once more.
44 years ago, the eldest student and the youngest teacher may have been separated perhaps by about 10-15 years … this difference then, was very significant. One was a student and another a Teacher… but now in the re-union, this apparent difference was narrowed to insignificance… both being branded as “senior citizens” for all practical purposes.
The fragmented pieces from the panorama of the past jelled into a brilliant seamless mosaic … where the details and contexts can be vague or inaccurate… but the feelings and the experiences would weave over time, to form a beautiful tapestry.
As the curtains came down to a few hours of a re-lived camaraderie, we could understand the full significance of the famous expression – the child is the father of the man. Did the poet in Wordsworth go through a re-union experience to have felt as we all did ?... perhaps, we may have still come up with this saying to sum up our feelings… on our own, if the poet had not penned those words.
Mohandas KP. (1968 )