Weeks ago I saw this invitation to an alumni meet in a social network. I said I would not attend. No chance. I got plans lined up for the evening. On the eve of the meeting there were sudden changes in my plans and it cleared the rest of my Saturday night. After a few calls to a couple of former classmates, I was having a good time meeting familiar faces,exchanging grins with more familiar faces, as well as hugging and chatting with the most familiar ones. A couple of ancient-looking teachers also showed up, bless them. The meeting ended at 'children's hour.' Four of us, each from a different batch thought we should make use of the early night. We proceeded to Hard Rock.
Amidst vodka and martini I realized it has been awhile since I had a night life. The case is similar with my companions. Our alma mater raved about "service" and expected her graduates to be of service to society the moment they left her portals. For years we were all work work work. I felt w...
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