Do You Believe in Destined Meetings???

Some meetings are planned - and some just happen – eleventh-hour rendezvous. And some – guess you can call it coincidence, maybe destiny!

(From left) Vijay, Arun (that's me), Mainak, Suhas and Samuel!!!

En Route to School – Again!!!
So my real old friend Mainak had come over to Bangalore for a couple of days. And he wanted to see the school he had studied in till X (I was in the same school till XII). So we meet up at Gangamma Circle and decide to take a walk – perhaps one and a half kilometers, but as they say – There’s no walk too long.
So we go and take a look at our alma mater and then start roaming around in KG Halli – why, we don’t know. Perhaps we were hoping to catch a glimpse of our old classmates. Anyway, we couldn’t find anyone familiar and so we decide to go back via the watch factory route. And we sit at the watch factory bus stop – perhaps it was destiny which made us sit there, instead of catching a bus.

Luck or Destiny???
So we had been sitting there for some time – seeing buses pass by, but never bothering to catch one! Then we see three guys going on a scooty – and the middle one happened to be Suhas – one of our old classmates! Mainak just kept staring – I don’t know if he recognized Suhas or not. But I surely did. Next second I was shouting, “Suhas!”. He turned to see who was shouting his name. And man – was he surprised at finding us there. Simple reason – neither of us live in Bangalore. Mainak stays in Trivandrum nowadays and I’m in Hosur.

So two become three – and we continue refreshing old memories. The bus stop was turning lucky for us – or maybe we were fated to meet!

Bikers Inc.!!!
Bangalore is a city where almost every college-goer has access to a bike – his or his friend’s (I’m just speculating – I haven’t done a survey on this). So after some time I get a call from Vijay – another old classmate, asking me where we (“we” referred to Mainak and me, he didn’t know Suhas was there too) were. I tell him and he decides to join us – lady luck continues to shine. Soon enough, he’s there on his bike.

So three became four now – I thought things couldn’t improve. But they did – four became five. Samuel (guess you are tired of hearing this – he’s another of our old classmates) calls me and tells he’s also coming. So he comes riding pillion on his friend’s bike. So there were five of the old X-C class.

High five! Yippeee!!!

Together after Years – Memories Keep Flooding!!!
So we go into a nearby park and start chit-chatting. And believe it or not, we might’ve forgotten about our Xi and XII classes, but we do remember our X-C class – the class every other class was jealous of! And incidentally, all the five of us had remained more or less unchanged in spite of the passing years – unless you consider the increase in height of some guys. So the memories came back flooding – where we used to sit in class, how Suhas and I used to have chalk fights with the girls getting caught up in the cross fire (actually, we used to aim for the girls – “Suhas vs. Arun” was just an excuse), how we were scolded by our teachers, and so on. In spite of all the differences between boys and girls, we were always united against an outsider – guess that’s what made X-C different from other classes of the same batch!


Soon enough, it was time for us to go home. So we departed – with a new memory to cherish! All thanks to fate!!!