School reunions is quite a fad these days, right? You hear everyone talking of all types of school reunions, beginning from 'a decade later' to all possible types. Currently I am co- editing a souvenir. Surely it is not about the school days. The articles, however, are some proof of "looking back in love-n-admiration".
Yes, all the reunion types are always mushy and senti. It makes you wonder if it is more a convention to be so very senti-n-mental about the past. Such nostalgia always has an agenda hidden within; namely, critique-ing the present and, not to forget, the mundane attempts at 'connections' which matter much in the real world.
Whenever I hear of school reunions, I always remember the following laughter riot. "I said, "Oh, Lord, life as an adult is truly tough. Please make me a school kid again." Agreed Lord, the God, " Sure! Once again your companions would be trigonometry, axioms, rules, algebra, formulae, chronologies, climates and crop patterns in far away lands..." I shivered and shuddered at this rattling off. Before he could go any further, I stopped him, and said, "No, thank you, Lord! The present is much better!"
I suppose the bountiful crop of films about the rosy romances during school days (I have always wondered who had the time, given the flurry of constant tests and eternal homework, and the pre-puberty spunk, given the teachers' strict stares !?!) has increased the yen for such reunions, at least in Maharashtra! So sorry single sex schools, no? You never know though!
May be, school reunions are more about showing off, and, oh, yes, yet another occasion for eating out! Sorry for the cynicism! Honestly though, why do people hate something so intensely what they would nostalgically gloat over a few years later?!?
Yet again another quote from a cartoon, and I shall sign off. It is the famous wor(l)d of the most lovable Dennis, the menace. My topmost favourite cartoon strip. In this particular cartoon, Dennis' mother is trying to feed him. Grimacing, he is refusing even a spoonful. Says the harassed Mom with irritation, "Eat it fast. Some twenty years later, you are going to tell some unfortunate girl how much you loved the food your Ma cooked!"
Nostalgia nourishes!
Pratima@ Distant mountains are always easy to scale, right?
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