I have seldom been so bored as I am now. After a hectic (and quite productive) month of May, June has been somewhat of bummer. So I decided that taking a day off mid-week to attend a friend’s wedding at Hyderabad wouldn’t hurt much. Tuesday morning I was in office, all charged up for a long day at work, had this thought, and found myself in Banjara Hills in the evening. (The Boss Man is certainly the KING!)
First, I must admit that I was really impressed by what I saw of the city, both the new and old. The wide roads, and I think on that aspect, living in Bombay has created a bias; the lovely old city, of which TinMan gave me a late night tour of his city, and then I also walked around a bit later the next day; the food, the bars, the weather- quite nice!
But the high point of the trip was meeting Saffy. We’d been in the same work group for about 90 per cent of our courses at B-School, and whoever has been to such places knows exactly what I mean. Saffy’s now married, and I’d heard that she even had a kid- which she was quick to refute.
We met at a pub called TDS, as it was supposed to play “solid” music on Tuesdays. We were a largish group, and joined later by her “better” half (which in this case I must say was not quite the case), and it ended up being an interesting evening- at times noisy, at times nostalgic.
The thing about meeting old friends is that they have the ability to touch you in a way no one else quite can. That they bring back memories that nothing else quite compares to. So when she took my arm and dragged me to the dance floor, we knew exactly what each of us were thinking. And since we’d danced together often enough, on campus, we knew each other’s moves well. So much can change in life, and yet on the dance floor it seemed so obvious to me that time was such a lie. And then we talked, and talked and made everyone around feel invisible and miserable. But then five years is a long time, and we had a lot to catch up on.
Later at night, as she drove me to wherever I was sleeping over, she said, “You haven’t changed at all, except that you dress a lot better now.” I slept well, ignoring the fact that it had little to do with me, and a lot more with my thoroughbred employer.
(D&C: Saw your post only after I got back. Next time.)
First, I must admit that I was really impressed by what I saw of the city, both the new and old. The wide roads, and I think on that aspect, living in Bombay has created a bias; the lovely old city, of which TinMan gave me a late night tour of his city, and then I also walked around a bit later the next day; the food, the bars, the weather- quite nice!
But the high point of the trip was meeting Saffy. We’d been in the same work group for about 90 per cent of our courses at B-School, and whoever has been to such places knows exactly what I mean. Saffy’s now married, and I’d heard that she even had a kid- which she was quick to refute.
We met at a pub called TDS, as it was supposed to play “solid” music on Tuesdays. We were a largish group, and joined later by her “better” half (which in this case I must say was not quite the case), and it ended up being an interesting evening- at times noisy, at times nostalgic.
The thing about meeting old friends is that they have the ability to touch you in a way no one else quite can. That they bring back memories that nothing else quite compares to. So when she took my arm and dragged me to the dance floor, we knew exactly what each of us were thinking. And since we’d danced together often enough, on campus, we knew each other’s moves well. So much can change in life, and yet on the dance floor it seemed so obvious to me that time was such a lie. And then we talked, and talked and made everyone around feel invisible and miserable. But then five years is a long time, and we had a lot to catch up on.
Later at night, as she drove me to wherever I was sleeping over, she said, “You haven’t changed at all, except that you dress a lot better now.” I slept well, ignoring the fact that it had little to do with me, and a lot more with my thoroughbred employer.
(D&C: Saw your post only after I got back. Next time.)
4 comments:
YA...Agree with that thing on old friends with you:)
You are lucky if you are still in touch with them...
b-school days are like that aren't they...so near yet so far....can't quite believe it was so long back
TO - i don't know who you are what you do. but you connect in a weird kind of way. good work on these pieces. i have read "ah..love" and "drifting.." and "awesome" is the one word i can use to describe what i thot. b-school days.. like anonymous says - so near..yet so far!
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