School reunions are always exciting. It is the time for everyone to meet and catch up with old friends. A month back, me and my friend were talking about how it was time for the next reunion and wondered why no one had initiated it. It was almost a year since we met the others.
Personally, I loved to go to these reunions and get together. There are so many people around you and you have a sense of belonging. You can just listen to their conversations and life experiences. They are so interesting.
For someone like me, who feels happy to take the back seat, not indulge in any conversation and observe people, these get together's are exciting. I remember how Rj used to try very hard in convincing me to go with her to these high school get together's after we had passed out of school. Even back then, I would love to go and meet everyone, but I was sure I would never fit in the group. I always felt completely out of place.
The good thing about growing old is that you reach a stage where you just don't care about what others feel. If they like you, they will stay in touch; if they don't, then they will not.
Coming back to the reunion, the dates and the venue details was shared to all of us a few days back. The name of the venue was a place I did not recognize. A quick search on the google showed it as a resto/lounge bar. I just kept staring at my laptop screen, trying to make sure if I got the place right.
My Mind Voice (MV): I knew it, the guyz want a place to catch up and drink until late night. And here I was expecting a lunch at a good restaurant.
Almost a year since we had our last reunion and now, this!! I wanted to scream and yell (well, just being a little melodramatic here!!).
Finally, I couldn't help asking this good friend of mine on who chose this place. So I messaged him in the group and got back the best response I could get - silence 😀😃
My MV: Arive ille R, you never learn from your mistakes. Why the hell did you ask him that question. Why?? Stupid girl
Well, after a call and a few messages, I was sure they were not going to change the venue. Eventually, me and my friend decided to drop in and meet the others for some time and then leave as early as possible.
Before leaving home,
My dad: R, why are you taking the bike? I can drop you in the car. Been almost a week since we drove it
My MV: Sutham. I had told appa that Iam going to a restaurant for dinner. How will I tell him the name and the place. He will then ask for details. Eventually, he will find out when he drops me. Iam never going to forgive these guyz.
Me: No pa. That is ok. It is in G N Chetty Road. I can take the bike.
Deciding to catch up before the actual D time, me and H met at the Coffee Day a few hours in advance. We chatted and kept looking up the time, wondering when the place would open, what do we do if we go in early and no one shows up.
I took H to a store to do some shopping to kill time. And then when it was almost time, we started to the get together venue.
While driving,
Me: See, there is Accord, there is Absolute Barbecue, there is that restaurant XX, YY, ...(loudly reading out the names). Why can't they choose these places.
H: yeah, I know
Me: ok, so how far should I go
H: the map says you need to take this road to the left.
Me: but this is too small a road to take. Call him and check na
H (calls PK): hey, where is this place??.... oh , ok. ... fine. thanks
H to me: he does not know. asks us to follow the map
Me: map aah. Sutham... call N na, he is the organizer
H (calls N): hey, we are at this xxx place. Where is this place. How do we come in there?
After ending the call,
H (to me): he is saying, look at the map. He does not know.
Me: hullo, does he think we don't have sense. Of course, we have the map he shared. If the map showed directions correctly, why would we call him. And he is the organizer, how does he not know the directions..Call him na, let me talk to him.
Finally, after driving in circles, making a few phone calls to ask for the directions, we did reach the venue.
I just took one look at the place and told H that Iam not going in. Poor H, she was trying so hard to convince me to go in. Giving in to her, I parked my bike. That is when we heard the music blaring outside.
H: that is music coming in from the top floor, da. I think that is the dance floor.
Me: what?? no da, i think it is from the next building
H: No da, it is from this place only. Must be from the retro bar.
Me: ok, then call N and tell him to come down. we will say hi and then leave. If you want to stay, you stay. Am going to go to Sangeetha, have one rava dosa and leave.
H: Come on da, we will just drop in, say hi and leave
I finally gave in to her reasoning. We figured it was in the 3rd floor. We took the stairs, with me grumbling that atleast this will do some good to our health.
Let us just say, I have never been to a pub or a retro bar before. I have an idea of how one looks and know of all the details, thanks to all the novels I read. But reality is different from the fictitious world.
We found N in there and quickly sat down after a round of introductions. I looked around and really liked the place. It was done very well, was cozy and a band was playing in a corner. Since I am never into Western music, they did not make sense to me at all. But I could just imagine, sitting in a quiet corner, with a book in hand and good food.
My MV: Why couldn't this be a coffee shop instead of a pub. I would have stopped by whenever I had time, if it was just a cafe.😈
As we settled in, people started dropping by and the conversations started flowing. I have always been surprised by how men bond with each other and how women bond. With men, they all seem to know each other quite well even if they had never been connected for years. They bond very fast, joke, pull each other legs - they are all part of this big gang.
Women are a little more different - there will always be smaller groups within the big group. We will chat and talk with everyone, but will still look out for that close friend. This is in our DNA. That is how we are at every place - family, friends, office. Just go to any function or get together, the women will always be in smaller groups.
Photos were clicked and the guyz ordered their drinks.
When one of the friend asked me about what my husband was doing, I was a little taken back. Been a long time since someone asked me that question. I had to tell him that I was single and he quickly apologized. After all these years, I should have been used to these questions. Still, it hurts every time someone asks them.
And when they talked about the next year reunion, I didn't have any words to respond.
P: Next year, we should ask everyone to get in their families - spouses and children. We should do a big get together
Me: (smiling) hmmm.. nice..
My MV: Wow, good plan. Will get a chance to meet everyone's family. On the other hand, how will I survive that one -everyone coming in with their family. Who will I bring in. R, this is your last reunion😆😄
There was something else I didn't understand - why is it easy to chat with someone on the phone than talking to them in person? Is it just me or is it that way with everyone else? I feel more comfortable writing to someone - sending an email or messaging. But when I meet them in person, I just don't know what to say to them. All that I had wanted to talk or say to them, goes right out the window. Weird but true. There is a reason to this but that is a thought for another day and another post.
It was getting late and me and H had to leave. We finally bid good byes to the whole bunch. I was sure that they would stay up until late in the night, savoring their drinks and the conversations.
It was nice of two of our friends to come down outside with us and make sure that H got her cab and had no problems. I still haven't figured out if they took this chance to come out or just cared for her. Still, it just felt nice.
Continued - part two
Personally, I loved to go to these reunions and get together. There are so many people around you and you have a sense of belonging. You can just listen to their conversations and life experiences. They are so interesting.
For someone like me, who feels happy to take the back seat, not indulge in any conversation and observe people, these get together's are exciting. I remember how Rj used to try very hard in convincing me to go with her to these high school get together's after we had passed out of school. Even back then, I would love to go and meet everyone, but I was sure I would never fit in the group. I always felt completely out of place.
The good thing about growing old is that you reach a stage where you just don't care about what others feel. If they like you, they will stay in touch; if they don't, then they will not.
Coming back to the reunion, the dates and the venue details was shared to all of us a few days back. The name of the venue was a place I did not recognize. A quick search on the google showed it as a resto/lounge bar. I just kept staring at my laptop screen, trying to make sure if I got the place right.
My Mind Voice (MV): I knew it, the guyz want a place to catch up and drink until late night. And here I was expecting a lunch at a good restaurant.
Almost a year since we had our last reunion and now, this!! I wanted to scream and yell (well, just being a little melodramatic here!!).
Finally, I couldn't help asking this good friend of mine on who chose this place. So I messaged him in the group and got back the best response I could get - silence 😀😃
My MV: Arive ille R, you never learn from your mistakes. Why the hell did you ask him that question. Why?? Stupid girl
Well, after a call and a few messages, I was sure they were not going to change the venue. Eventually, me and my friend decided to drop in and meet the others for some time and then leave as early as possible.
Before leaving home,
My dad: R, why are you taking the bike? I can drop you in the car. Been almost a week since we drove it
My MV: Sutham. I had told appa that Iam going to a restaurant for dinner. How will I tell him the name and the place. He will then ask for details. Eventually, he will find out when he drops me. Iam never going to forgive these guyz.
Me: No pa. That is ok. It is in G N Chetty Road. I can take the bike.
Deciding to catch up before the actual D time, me and H met at the Coffee Day a few hours in advance. We chatted and kept looking up the time, wondering when the place would open, what do we do if we go in early and no one shows up.
I took H to a store to do some shopping to kill time. And then when it was almost time, we started to the get together venue.
While driving,
Me: See, there is Accord, there is Absolute Barbecue, there is that restaurant XX, YY, ...(loudly reading out the names). Why can't they choose these places.
H: yeah, I know
Me: ok, so how far should I go
H: the map says you need to take this road to the left.
Me: but this is too small a road to take. Call him and check na
H (calls PK): hey, where is this place??.... oh , ok. ... fine. thanks
H to me: he does not know. asks us to follow the map
Me: map aah. Sutham... call N na, he is the organizer
H (calls N): hey, we are at this xxx place. Where is this place. How do we come in there?
After ending the call,
H (to me): he is saying, look at the map. He does not know.
Me: hullo, does he think we don't have sense. Of course, we have the map he shared. If the map showed directions correctly, why would we call him. And he is the organizer, how does he not know the directions..Call him na, let me talk to him.
Finally, after driving in circles, making a few phone calls to ask for the directions, we did reach the venue.
I just took one look at the place and told H that Iam not going in. Poor H, she was trying so hard to convince me to go in. Giving in to her, I parked my bike. That is when we heard the music blaring outside.
H: that is music coming in from the top floor, da. I think that is the dance floor.
Me: what?? no da, i think it is from the next building
H: No da, it is from this place only. Must be from the retro bar.
Me: ok, then call N and tell him to come down. we will say hi and then leave. If you want to stay, you stay. Am going to go to Sangeetha, have one rava dosa and leave.
H: Come on da, we will just drop in, say hi and leave
I finally gave in to her reasoning. We figured it was in the 3rd floor. We took the stairs, with me grumbling that atleast this will do some good to our health.
Let us just say, I have never been to a pub or a retro bar before. I have an idea of how one looks and know of all the details, thanks to all the novels I read. But reality is different from the fictitious world.
We found N in there and quickly sat down after a round of introductions. I looked around and really liked the place. It was done very well, was cozy and a band was playing in a corner. Since I am never into Western music, they did not make sense to me at all. But I could just imagine, sitting in a quiet corner, with a book in hand and good food.
My MV: Why couldn't this be a coffee shop instead of a pub. I would have stopped by whenever I had time, if it was just a cafe.😈
As we settled in, people started dropping by and the conversations started flowing. I have always been surprised by how men bond with each other and how women bond. With men, they all seem to know each other quite well even if they had never been connected for years. They bond very fast, joke, pull each other legs - they are all part of this big gang.
Women are a little more different - there will always be smaller groups within the big group. We will chat and talk with everyone, but will still look out for that close friend. This is in our DNA. That is how we are at every place - family, friends, office. Just go to any function or get together, the women will always be in smaller groups.
Photos were clicked and the guyz ordered their drinks.
When one of the friend asked me about what my husband was doing, I was a little taken back. Been a long time since someone asked me that question. I had to tell him that I was single and he quickly apologized. After all these years, I should have been used to these questions. Still, it hurts every time someone asks them.
And when they talked about the next year reunion, I didn't have any words to respond.
P: Next year, we should ask everyone to get in their families - spouses and children. We should do a big get together
Me: (smiling) hmmm.. nice..
My MV: Wow, good plan. Will get a chance to meet everyone's family. On the other hand, how will I survive that one -everyone coming in with their family. Who will I bring in. R, this is your last reunion😆😄
There was something else I didn't understand - why is it easy to chat with someone on the phone than talking to them in person? Is it just me or is it that way with everyone else? I feel more comfortable writing to someone - sending an email or messaging. But when I meet them in person, I just don't know what to say to them. All that I had wanted to talk or say to them, goes right out the window. Weird but true. There is a reason to this but that is a thought for another day and another post.
It was getting late and me and H had to leave. We finally bid good byes to the whole bunch. I was sure that they would stay up until late in the night, savoring their drinks and the conversations.
It was nice of two of our friends to come down outside with us and make sure that H got her cab and had no problems. I still haven't figured out if they took this chance to come out or just cared for her. Still, it just felt nice.
Continued - part two
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