Kuch Kuch Hota Hain
Listening to ‘Tum pass aye’ from the movie KKHH…This song brings back memories, very precious memories, not strong, but something thats very dear to me...
I saw this movie…No, WE saw this movie during our Annual Hostel Outing (sponsored by Mr. Vasudevan Pillai) when we were in our 12th. I can even remember the day & date, 7th November 1998, a Saturday; we were having Maths special class at school, which we hostellers got special permission to attend just the first half. Jenny Miss was our teacher, a sweet lady. When she dismissed us girls to go for our outing, Nidhi all relieved, mistook it for the end of session for the whole class, and we hostel girls had a good laugh over it.Thinking of it amuses me even now.
We - Raji, Divya and myself were a gang. We were a great trio at school, hostel and the much-famed Mess Hall. Our gang didn’t have fancy names like ‘The Bubbles’ or anything, we were good enough as we were, adventurous, fun loving, fun seeking, mischievous.
We were all so excited to go out together, watch the movie together, the hit diwali movie of the year, a Shah Rukh-Kajol movie, one with a totally new outlook, one about friends. Yes, that was the highlight of the movie.
While this song was playing in the movie, we were holding hands and wishing that our friendship should last forever and for always, for we were best friends among each other and were about to part ways in a few months.
The movie had a love triangle. It’s ironic to think that back then, with the Raji-tug between Divya and me (a friendship triangle), the more obvious ties didn’t last in the long run with me now having virtually no contact with Raji (!!!!!) while I do exchange an occasional mail with Divya once every few months. Despite the differences of opinion I have with Raji, she will always have a special place in my heart, my first real friend, my best friend for years. And Divya, though more than once while in school I had thought I probably wouldn’t correspond with her much after school, both of us grew beyond our age and the few times I met up with her were really memorable. I know she's very dear to me.
Funny that while in school we used to squabble over who would get to wish ‘happy birthday’ first to the other, and whose greeting card would be read first, whose friendship band would remain longer. Now even though their birthdays are etched in my memory, we don’t send birthday cards, new year greetings, not even the very impersonal e-cards. Frankly, those days aren’t special anymore, at least not as sacred as they used to be. But regardless of all that, whenever (not often, but not never) I think of them, I am surrounded by a hundred fond memories.
Our mess hall events (countless events), our ’99 New Year celebrations amid model exam preps, lots of incidents revolving football (Anoop, Nidhi, Gerry’s funny running, and many more of ‘em), Our farewell preps for our seniors, our juniors giving us a farewell party, the preps for that- the dresses, the guys' attire, Juniors singing ‘Mustafa Mustafa’ in the end, our photo session upstairs after the party, our almost failed attempt at semi-ragging Divya Ravindran (Nidhi’s pyare sis :D ) which reminds me of ‘Phoolon ka taaron ka’, Savitha’s ‘Don’t ask me’ Medicine, Biji Miss, Our old (read senile) Warden, the thousand Wondercakes Raji bought weekly which we’ve all consumed, her 1-pound ‘Thirunelvelli Halwas’, Divya’ Mint chocolate (8 o’clock) – I liked it but the other 2 didn't, Our Fanta drinking adventure which I sponsored after the Inter–School Football Tourney, Our thermos flasks and our tea breaks which finally ended with Divya’s flask breaking, which further initiated her Greeting card business, Divya introducing me to the wonderful world of fiction Novels- Daniel Steele, Sidney Sheldon, Robin Cook. Anybody remember 'Akiko'? Divya giving us Classified info she reads from books, parting Autograph/Slam-book writings…….there are just too many of those ….Sometimes painful coz reminiscing those I realize all those will never be recreated, I can never live it again. As I always claim, I was very lucky to get great friends for a sound foundation, for now I have built a wonderful set of friends. Though the base (mainly Raji and Divya) is not visible in the periphery, their influence has been nothing short of excellent.
Divya, Raji, this one’s for you, to let you know you guys still mean a lot to me.
I saw this movie…No, WE saw this movie during our Annual Hostel Outing (sponsored by Mr. Vasudevan Pillai) when we were in our 12th. I can even remember the day & date, 7th November 1998, a Saturday; we were having Maths special class at school, which we hostellers got special permission to attend just the first half. Jenny Miss was our teacher, a sweet lady. When she dismissed us girls to go for our outing, Nidhi all relieved, mistook it for the end of session for the whole class, and we hostel girls had a good laugh over it.Thinking of it amuses me even now.
We - Raji, Divya and myself were a gang. We were a great trio at school, hostel and the much-famed Mess Hall. Our gang didn’t have fancy names like ‘The Bubbles’ or anything, we were good enough as we were, adventurous, fun loving, fun seeking, mischievous.
We were all so excited to go out together, watch the movie together, the hit diwali movie of the year, a Shah Rukh-Kajol movie, one with a totally new outlook, one about friends. Yes, that was the highlight of the movie.
While this song was playing in the movie, we were holding hands and wishing that our friendship should last forever and for always, for we were best friends among each other and were about to part ways in a few months.
The movie had a love triangle. It’s ironic to think that back then, with the Raji-tug between Divya and me (a friendship triangle), the more obvious ties didn’t last in the long run with me now having virtually no contact with Raji (!!!!!) while I do exchange an occasional mail with Divya once every few months. Despite the differences of opinion I have with Raji, she will always have a special place in my heart, my first real friend, my best friend for years. And Divya, though more than once while in school I had thought I probably wouldn’t correspond with her much after school, both of us grew beyond our age and the few times I met up with her were really memorable. I know she's very dear to me.
Funny that while in school we used to squabble over who would get to wish ‘happy birthday’ first to the other, and whose greeting card would be read first, whose friendship band would remain longer. Now even though their birthdays are etched in my memory, we don’t send birthday cards, new year greetings, not even the very impersonal e-cards. Frankly, those days aren’t special anymore, at least not as sacred as they used to be. But regardless of all that, whenever (not often, but not never) I think of them, I am surrounded by a hundred fond memories.
Our mess hall events (countless events), our ’99 New Year celebrations amid model exam preps, lots of incidents revolving football (Anoop, Nidhi, Gerry’s funny running, and many more of ‘em), Our farewell preps for our seniors, our juniors giving us a farewell party, the preps for that- the dresses, the guys' attire, Juniors singing ‘Mustafa Mustafa’ in the end, our photo session upstairs after the party, our almost failed attempt at semi-ragging Divya Ravindran (Nidhi’s pyare sis :D ) which reminds me of ‘Phoolon ka taaron ka’, Savitha’s ‘Don’t ask me’ Medicine, Biji Miss, Our old (read senile) Warden, the thousand Wondercakes Raji bought weekly which we’ve all consumed, her 1-pound ‘Thirunelvelli Halwas’, Divya’ Mint chocolate (8 o’clock) – I liked it but the other 2 didn't, Our Fanta drinking adventure which I sponsored after the Inter–School Football Tourney, Our thermos flasks and our tea breaks which finally ended with Divya’s flask breaking, which further initiated her Greeting card business, Divya introducing me to the wonderful world of fiction Novels- Daniel Steele, Sidney Sheldon, Robin Cook. Anybody remember 'Akiko'? Divya giving us Classified info she reads from books, parting Autograph/Slam-book writings…….there are just too many of those ….Sometimes painful coz reminiscing those I realize all those will never be recreated, I can never live it again. As I always claim, I was very lucky to get great friends for a sound foundation, for now I have built a wonderful set of friends. Though the base (mainly Raji and Divya) is not visible in the periphery, their influence has been nothing short of excellent.
Divya, Raji, this one’s for you, to let you know you guys still mean a lot to me.
7 Comments:
How ironic? A movie about friendship reminds us of how unattached we are to our old friends! KKHH is a movie that I watched with my then best friend shehar banu. And she is also a friend like no other. My first best friend! And now, we call once in 6 months. Really ironic.
Nitin
In a world without them, a sadistic me would have ended up much worser than Hitler and his swastika.
But the feeling of belonging, the feeling of association to moments and things, is addictive and finds me back where it all started inspite of my despise for the place that it has turned out to become.
Div, firstly its nice to see the words flowing once again, I was always captured by your talent for words.[btw,there is one more incident that I missed mentioning.. Our head-girl candidacy :D ]
Secondly, I was frankly quite unsure of how you guys would take this & the mail I had sent, actually more unsure of Raji. Though she was not as eloquent as you, I am happy by the feeling I'm receiving from both of you.
Thirdly, I think I accomplished my mission..I so wanted to revive our memories..
Nijaz, my addiction is for the feeling of association to moments and things..I get my high then.
Nitin, As a continuation to my reply to Nijaz, the word 'IRONIC' reminds me of you, for after one of our exams you passed on the lyrics of Alanis Morisette's 'Ironic' to Shruthi which I happened to see.
hey,
nutty...so shall we resume our conversation like b4? jus lemme know...shud it be thru this blog or via e-mail...ok? btw, it is ur impeccable style of presentation and amazing art of stirring memories and touching our hearts that i unashamedly admire now and not vice versa....Bravo,sweetie. keep the 100 watt smile ON always!
hehehe...'my funny runnin'...hmmm those days...Hey you know what I am pretty impressed with the way u write..got a way with words, eh? I, myself used to blog some time back..but well, that died an early death...still love reading blogs, though...Anyway keep up the good work
Gerry
G8 u remind me of Maths class...U havent forgotten anything!!!Maths ws never my cup of tea..I cant imagine myself wit nos and theorems..I somehow wanted the class to end tht ws the reason for the funny incident..haha.I can never forget the tution class by Jenny miss.She had long nails which served the purpose.U wont believe it my mom had got inot terms wit her and made me go to her for extra classes during the annual exams...Gerry s funny running bought him great fame.Bt he ws lucky striker for us and thr many goals to his name.Gals in other schools used to be very much impressed...Hehe..ANyways keep goin..
Nids
Its ok Nidhi, it happens 'aisay bade bade deshom mein chotte chotte baathe hote hein'. You needn't explain yourself. Besides, the only ones reading this who know you are Gerry, Divya, Raji and probably Shruthi.
I thought Gerry was famous for his mumbling-like talking and his Leonardo di Caprio hairstyle!!
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