I generally don’t comment on things where politics has a role but today there are few lines for everyone.
People are destroying their present and future in an attempt to glorify what happened 200 years ago.
You show anger by damaging government vehicles which are used by common people to travel to their homes, workplace etc. This is ridiculous.
If there is no unity within ourselves how will we fight against corruption, terrorism, and other atrocities?
Chalo jo hua so hua abhi kal se normal life jeene ka koshish karo. Focus on your life, family, career, and education.
Siddhant Arora 320+ movies, 15 novels, 18 TV series …still a virgin.
Arun Thevar 672 selfies, 110 TP videos, Samsung J7 user, Axis Bank Account, Daily 40 minute walk and 12 hours talk….not a virgin
How about you?
Have the pleasure of introducing yourself in this laconic style
MM, International Model, Skating expert, Language specialist, Europe traveler, Prozac explorer, Psychiatrist Shopper, Anti-Depressant Nicotine Junkie, Sex Drugs and Rock ‘n Roll. No Television!
Welcome speech by my school friend Mary Suman (87-88 SSC Batch)
Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen,
I am Mrs. Mary Suman been the responsibility to address the welcome speech; an opportunity given with less than 6 months
I officially welcome one and all the members of BPES batch of 1987-88 for the 2nd reunion party. It’s almost 28 years since we left the gates of our alma mater in order to pursue our life long dreams.
This definitely smells like teen spirit as well as fills our minds with the past memories. I believe there to be at least 30 of our friends here. The number will fluctuate by minutes. This morning will be a special and meaningful morning for all of us. Many of our friends who cannot make it today have sent in their well wishes.
Among us now who are here, Shekhar have flew back all the way from UK, Jaqueline from the capital of our motherland (Delhi) Rekha Singh from Chennai and rest from the near and far from Mumbai. This indicates that school friends are the undeletable files of our hard drives.
Friends! Your presence will surely add a soothing effect and make this re-union a successful and memorable one. For our friends who are not here, may this day be a reason for them to find time for our next re-union.
Would you kindly allow me to make a bold proposal? Since this is a rare occasion, shall I use as a tribute to our BPES teachers, give all of you a big round of applause. Thank you.
I haven’t been to the first re-union which was held 2 years back in Kanjurmarg. This time I had the perfect opportunity to meet my friends after such a long time.
If memory is the child, high school is a mother. This is where our mod is, our framework, our philosophies in life have taken its roots. It has always been a fact that high school is the venue for almost all of us, our first towards adulthood.
Time flies, so much have changed. Our looks, our receding hairstyles, our waistlines, our address, still our school memories are fresh in our minds.
Once again I welcome, one and all present here. Have a wonderful time meeting our old friends and classmates. I’m indeed proud and happy.
The very popular autograph message during our school days:
There are big ships,
There are small ships
But there is no ship
Now, I request the newcomers, who hasn’t come to the 1st reunion to please, place your footsteps forward, over to the stage and introduce yourself.
Let me introduce myself. People call me stapler.
I am a rare device from the world of metals. My purpose is to unite two or more pages. You cannot also rely on gums and pastes to bring pages together so people working in offices prefer my use. I accommodate a tiny bunch of pins, usually 100 nos. which is shelved inside me. Every time I perform and I am used, there is the release of one pin from my body.
Due to paperless office concept, I am slightly losing my importance these days. Many of the users who use to keep me at the desk, at a location where I am reachable, have now tried putting me inside the desk drawers. I am deeply saddened and hurt by this negligence shown by the people.
Currently, my owner, Arun Thevar has misplaced me and he is always looking out for my cousins who belong to the staff working at tax department of GI. Riddhi Wagaskar is using my elder brother.