Roadmap to 25th Reunion Class of 1998
The usual Sunday quietude in crisp wintry air of college would suddenly be alive with love, laughter, and chinwagging of a little more than 200 alumni about to wrap up their 40s in the next couple of years. If their respective families could accommodate, they'd tag along too to spend a memorable day indulging in chatting, playing amateur games, and shaking a leg to the music of a popular band, invited for this earmarked day - 25th Reunion for the Class of 1998. It'd only be the first time for many to turn back to the doors they left behind when they graduated. The familiar Centennial Gate, the paths through the greens, stationery store, edifices of the alma matar silently stood the ravage of the years while the bunch of alumni explored the world outside stepping on the foundation laid by their beloved institute, none other B E College. As they return to pay homage to their years at college, my thought bubbles are a vignette of imagery in anticipation - group clicks in theme hoodie designed by Gabu, football match with fervour nothing short of EM-MB, queuing up for delectable spread in lunch, cheering in cultural program emceed by the best and most outgoing of our cohort, and the gaps filled in with unadulterated adda. If the names and faces of batchmates are blurry, it hardly matters as what could be more pertinent than this to jog the rusty memory?
It's a no-brainer to fathom the stupendous and selfless work of branding team, and many others closely associated with the organisers that shaped up the reunion day and got it ready to be taken over the line. Their calls were answered with a huge uproar when every alumni, who could, decided to travel to snowball the euphoria. Some resolved as early as middle of the year to go for it and it was mostly them who commenced the activities gauging what a mammoth task they were undertaking. Others joined the bandwagon few to even only couple of weeks before - that was sheer purki (read a healthy mix of motivationand instigation).
Due to prior plans, I'm unable to join; then why am I rhapsodising about it? Well, the joy of people boarding flights from all corners of the map, the eagerness in their eyes to connect to the long-parted cohort, and warmth of their smiles were too contagious to condone. Months ago when Patis' design was selected unanimously as official logo, BEings 1998 was opened on Fb, and people were being invited to register, who'd have known this was going to be one of its kind. In fact, our cohort has set a bar so high that it's now an inspiration for others to walk the path.
Every activity - writing about a friend in yearbook, spotlight on alumni in the Fb page, publishing stats of registration and spurring on a pseudo fun-competition among hostels and departments to boost the rate, dropping pics and videos of ami ashchi (boarding the flight) in group chats, publishing the schedule of the day with well-thought names of each event - not only lent momentum but also made each of us feel involved. Even a decision to join the party was an accomplishment for both the motivators of the cohort and the ones who finally gave in to their purki. It's nearly impossible to name all. But by now Kallol, Dhiman, Raja, Rana, Mahua, Madhurima, Madhubanti, Partha, Dibyendyu, Gopal, Aninda are our household names. To commemorate us, the event, and a few moments of the journey that'd be indelibly etched in our memories, I've put together these facts and frames in my to-go corner. Afterall, the journey is all that I'm sharing the verve equally with.
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