division 'D'

Today is diwali. It's the festival of lights, and a whole lotta mind-numbing sound too. There are fire crackers being blasted just outside my window, as if i was not already that deaf.
Yesterday, I went to meet my school friends.

Surprisingly, it was very fun. I mean these are people who have see you since the time you were about three feet high, wearing bloomers and had a tendency to pee in your pants under extreme pressure. They have seen you with pimples, known when you started your period, probably the only men who would have seen you with leg hair and undone eye-brows. They have seen you at the most awkward stage in your life. They have seen you grow into an individual, they have seen you develop a personality, an identity.

Some of these guys i have known for about 22 years!

22 years and we still talk about school and the teachers and the bad things we used to do. One of the guys confessed that some of them used to drop pencils to look up our skirts... And the fact that after about 8years, they are mature enough to admit what assholes they were...they sweared they wouldn't do it now!

22 years.. you think you know these people! It's crazy, the one guy I thought was a nerd is making games for cell phones.. one of his games is called Cheese! I thought he would be punching numbers in some corner office. One is an engineer on a ship, one is a diver below. We have chartered accountants, teachers, directors of companies, entertainers... copywriters ;-)

22 years, yet whenever we meet it's like a time warp. We go back to teasing eachother, back to talking about those specimens from our class whom we never liked (and who are ofcourse never invited.)

22 years, because of which these guys have the need to treat the girls like ladies, they pick us up if need be, they most definatly drop us home, they pay for our meals if we have no cash, they open doors, they wait until you have your meal served before they serve theirs, they make you feel safe. I know I will be reached home safe and sound no matter what.

We used to be the worst class in that school, always in trouble, we were punished and made to kneel on the corridor, we got caught going onto the terrace, we were a class that almost got suspended, we were the class that rebeled against the teacher who failed us all, we put chalk on the math teachers chair, we stole 'Limca' from a truck parked outside school, we made our science teacher cry, we jammed the english proffs drawer... But we are the only class from our batch who meet, even after 8years.

Division 'D' rocks...