Introduction

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 hour 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!

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Our 2nd Getto Welcome Speech

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

Like FRIENDSHIP.

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.

THANK YOU.

Where in the world are you?

At my office desk, the condition of which you will not be able to visualize. Let me describe the master setup in bullet points. Here I go :

  1. There is a 500 ml bottle of AMLA JUICE which is also called Indian Gooseberry of which i have consumed just 50 ml until now.
  2. There is a diary which I use as a graffiti board. You will find all colors of inks used to pen down points here.
  3. A stapler lying like an orphan which I rarely use because I love paperless office and rarely prefer card files and box files to preserve documents.
  4. A stabiliser with few plug points which is exclusively used to charge my laptop and mobile phone. The extra socket in this stabilizer is causing problems for me. You can see my team members coming here with their mobile phones and requesting me with the words “May I” This now seems to be a public property and I am losing ownership title.
  5. There is a Gigaset phone which I have to use to call my UK colleagues. He is ORPHAN NO. 2.
  6. There is a telephone instrument, two water bottles and quite a sizeable area of blank space in my desk which will be occupied soon by papers, objects, materials, gadgets and what else…..

By the way – Where in the world are you?

What should I do when somebody calls me useless?

Put a smile on your face and relax. This is the best thing you should do when someone passes such remarks. One thing is understood if the person has the privilege or enjoy the rights to say anything like this to you, he is not a stranger to you. He should have avoided saying anything like this to you. Only mediocre people have such opinion about others who are familiar to them. In nutshell, people who call you useless are senseless. They will get habituated and keep passing remarks on others until some day an insane person cause damage to them both physically and mentally.

Why are simple people cheated most of the time?

They are vulnerable to ploy and tricks. Simple people generally listen to their hearts and react. They don’t use their brains to evaluate others. They go with the flow in the relationships. I know many people who are smart and intelligent enough to know the conspiracy and planned behavior of others, but do not think of revenge or betraying the fraudulent friends and companions. I am a simple person who would prefer to stay away from people who intend to cheat me. I remain alerted.

Why are we always thinking?

Because this is the only thing which we can easily afford and costs nothing. You use things which belong to you for this exercise and there is no borrowing from the outside world. The mind, body, brains, soul, heart and everything that is within you.

You are not asking other’s participation and intervention. The habit does not demand the specific place to cultivate within oneself. You can start thinking while traveling on a train, sitting in the rest room, climbing the mountains or while having a bath. There are no limits and barriers. You can think like a cop or like a hardcore criminal. Like a tech savvy obsessed to gadgets or like a saint and scholar who believes in Upanishads.