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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Slice from the past Deja vu







 A slice from our past is like Deja Vu .


It happen at times when we remember incidents at times taste of certain food and some places

They say that deep in our subconscious our memory circuits get triggered on these occasions and suddenly we feel we have been there and experienced this some time ago .

On this holiday back home I had a dejavu lasting for a day and more .

The marvels of technology and the efforts of some of my erstwhile schoolmates made a few of us meet together after three decades and then it all came ,all the faces ,the stories ,the tiny things that were shored up and thought as things that would never be unearthed came out with no rust on them .

suddenly we were all back to our Santhome High school in Mylapore Madras ( well this Chennai business came later you see ) ,we talked about all our teachers ,our pranks our jokes our mischiefs like children

we missed the some who had left us unfortunately so early in life and we missed those who werent there



we ate,guffawed reminiced anecedoted and laughed so loud that the waiters of Taj Connemare humbly requested us that other diners werent amused with all the noise but then we shooed tham away with our three decades seperation story

,what did they expect ?

a funeral atmosphere

so we backslapped our day till it lasted

my daughter Sruthi the only special invitee of Gen next was quite amused by our antics and took the photos to be preserved for posterity .

After all this was history in the making you see
























































































A slice from our past is like Deja Vu .



It happen at times when we remember incidents at times taste of certain food and some places



They say that deep in our subconscious our memory circuits get triggered on these occasions and suddenly we feel we have been there and experienced this some time ago .



On this holiday back home I had a dejavu lasting for a day and more .



The marvels of technology and the efforts of some of my erstwhile schoolmates made a few of us meet together after three decades and then it all came ,all the faces ,the stories ,the tiny things that were shored up and thought as things that would never be unearthed came out with no rust on them .



suddenly we were all back to our Santhome High school in Mylapore Madras ( well this Chennai business came later you see ) ,we talked about all our teachers ,our pranks our jokes our mischiefs like children



we missed the some who had left us unfortunately so early in life and we missed those who werent there







we ate,guffawed reminiced anecedoted and laughed so loud that the waiters of Taj Connemare humbly requested us that other diners werent amused with all the noise but then we shooed tham away with our three decades seperation story



,what did they expect ?



a funeral atmosphere



so we backslapped our day till it lasted



my daughter Sruthi the only special invitee of Gen next was quite amused by our antics and took the photos to be preserved for posterity .



After all this was history in the making you see





























4 comments:

vrajesh said...

THANKS FOR SHARING..derove

Bala said...

Nice to hear you could "relive" the past with familiar faces and personalities. You truly make the most out of your vacations.. all well planned and well thought out!

umeshjairam said...

Three decades of separation? Its too much hari. Normally such things never happen in your life.

Swapna Raghu Sanand said...

Awesome pics that Sruthi took. She's looking lovely, do tell her. It was fun to read the post and see all the pics. Do keep blogging more frequently, would love to keep reading.

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