It was wonderful meeting some friends of Sankar (my grandson) whom I have not seen for a long time. Some others I was meeting for the first time - like Ramya and Sarada. All of them who came home were ever willing to sit by me and chat with me. I was totally touched by their affection towards an old person. All these children (yes, they are children to me though they are in their early forties) had come from far and wide to Chennai in the last week of December with a special purpose -- they were the batch of students who had passed out of Vidya Mandir in 1985 to have a reunion and make their bond with the school further stronger.
This took me back to my schooldays and classmates — I have not seen any of them after I got married and went to Delhi in 1945. I wonder sometimes where they would be and whether they are alive or…
I was the youngest in my class and because of that I had to produce a medical certificate so that I could sit for the public exam that year. I said I had not seen anyone of them,that is right. But I do remember their names and their faces and the good times, and sometimes the not so good times, I had with them. We were together for nine years and as I look back I feel it was a wonderful period of my life.
Susan Grace Varkey and Thresiamma were the most beautiful of them and I greatly admired Susan not only for her beauty but also for her kind and friendly nature. We worked together as president and secretary of the Hindi cultural society in the final year of our Plus Two years, known as Intermediate or F.A. (Faculty of Arts)and became close friends. Other names I recall are Parvati Ammal, Kamalambal, Karthiyanani, Saramma Varghese, Ruth Ommen. Mary Jacob, Madhavi, Anna Ipe, Mary M.George, Kanthimathi, Aruna, Ratna Amma, Lily, Kasturi, Daisy James who was very good in sports and Swarnamma. I know for certain that she is no more.
Well, I can easily fill this page with all the names I remember. We were the last batch of students to pass out of The Maharaja’s School for girls in Palayam, Thiruvananthapuram in 1942. That school building was annexed to the College of Science at the end of that academic year and that was the end of our school!!
We did our F.A. in the College for Women in Thycaud. I am putting all this down so that if anybody reading this remembers her school and college days will also remember me. I hope it is not a vain thought. My name in the school and College registers was L. Lalithambal. May I make a request to the children/grandchildren of the above mentioned classmates of mine, who read this page to contact me so that I could gather some news about them. It is a fact that as one grows old, one’s thoughts do go back to one’s younger days
The generations that followed mine were smarter and luckier. They (including my own children) I am happy to say, are in touch with not only their school and college friends but also with their teachers in school as well as in college. The world has become smaller and closer with all the modern amenities -- by pressing one button you reach anyone you want in any corner of the earth.
What made me so sad was something that happened in September. In the second or third week of that month there was an obituary notice in The Hindu about the death of one Dr Susan Mathews along with her photo, address and phone number, also saying she was originally from Thiruvananthapuram. That set a bell ringing somewhere in my memory. Could this be my old, old friend Susan?
I was in two minds whether to call and talk to her people or not. After debating for a day with myself I dialled the number and talked to Meera who introduced herself as Susan’s daughter-in-law. Talking with Meera confirmed what I was thinking, yes, this was the same Susan -- my one-time friend and classmate!! What a way to find out!
Now what is the use? It is too late. What made me real sad was the fact that Susan was living just a kilometre away from where I stay. If only I had known earlier it could have been a wonderful reunion of old timers!
11 comments:
Dear Maiji,
I enjoyed reading your thoughts on reunions. I was very attached to my grandmother when she was alive. So, when my classmate mentioned in one of our Vidya Mandir emails about his grandmother's blog, I was eager to read what a grandmother would have to say. Your writing is just beautiful.....simple, yet powerful in expression. Wow! By the way, Olan is one of my favorite dishes.
Best wishes,
Kartik.
Maiji,
Friends come and go from our lives. But the friends we made in our childhood days are truly good friends. Childhood in a time when people do not judge others and friendship happens for friendship sake. Hope you find some of your classmates online.
What was bewildering is that none of us have changed. We picked up conversations like it was just yesterday that we had left them unfinished. It is still proving difficult to leave the charged environment of Chennai aside and badger on with work.
Love is the eternal glue
Thank u Maaji! Ur reminscences r beautiful n have an echo like effect.They seem to give a new meaning to our emotions n r enlightning.
MAiji aunty, excellent memory you have.
When we look back , most of us recall the best memories only to school. THis post is oozing warmth.
simply loved it. Would love reading more such posts of sepia toned times.
Wonderful to read about your recollections and was saddened to read about the way you had to find out about Susan. I hope some may reconnect with you again.
Dear Maiji,
Lovely article. Enjoyed reading it so much that it prompted me to look for school friends from 20 years back! I was pleasantly surprised that I would get in touch with so many from across the world. I had never thought that I would meet these friends again like this. Thanks for the inspiration!
Best wishes,
Kavitha
What can one say when everything that can be said has been said and that too so beautifully? Ma I loved reading everyone's names ; your school days peopled by friends who are so fresh in your memory ...i actually stopped for some moments ; many actually and in my mind picture of my class room tried to see how many i could remember from my 8th standard - i navigated desk by desk and you know i seem to remember so mnay of the faces and names. As you say, we are a lucky generation as are our children ; we are in regular touch with so many of our old mates and of course now Face Book and the like is making it even more easy
Dear Maiji,
What a wonderful account of the good old times. It must be a so overwhelming just remembering about the old times. I keep pushing my parents to get back in touch with their schoolmates and succeeded in getting one long lost friend reunited with my father. With technology these days anything is possible. I hope from the bottom of my heart that you get in touch with all your dear friends once again! Please do post updates about any in the future.
Best wishes and love,
Ambika
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