“What is the Burning Temperature of a Cigarette?”
Reflections from SAMVIDH KESEC Alumni Reunion 2023
Outside the
hallowed college gates, there were many cars and SUV’s representing various
brands- all safely parked in a never-ending queue. Inside the college premises,
there were several cars parked adjacent to the old chemical plant. Once upon a
time a small cycle-stand proudly graced that area. Back then, besides the cycle
stand, Principal Ganpule Sir’s light green coloured Bajaj Scooter and few 100
cc bikes would be parked. The only car if ever was parked would be a govt
vehicle - a shining white ambassador with red beacon on its roof, assigned to
the humble and visionary leader, Late Shri Datta Patil.
Entering the hallowed gates of K.E.S. Engineering College,
to the resounding welcome of drums and dhol was exciting and
euphoric. Decades ago, students entered the same gates with excitement and lot
of anxiety. At that time there were no drums or dhol to welcome them. The clanking
sound of metal, produced by a hammer vigorously hit on a hanging iron plate would
welcome them and even wake students from their slumber in classes. Apparently,
the sound of school and college bell will always remain musical, and immortal
isn’t it.
Walking on that famous tar road connecting the main gate and
buildings, looking around those majestic old buildings, the temporary shamiana
built on the other side, and finding several alumni roaming around the premises
brought back memories of a bygone era. Sadly, the beautiful Karnala
thumb point was no longer visible from the college premises. A big flyover
stood as a barricade between the college gates and the famous monuments - Railway
Quarters, Tapree, Pen Friend and Petrol Pump.
I was steadily observing the changes around and suddenly
heard few alumni’s calling my name, including Prof Mahajan Sir. My classmates
from Construction engg, were standing alongside Prof Mahajan Sir. I was
surprised that those lads still remembered my name. Even from a distant, I
could recognize their faces but was struggling to remember few names.
Prof Mahajan Sir looked dapper in his pristine white Nehru
Jacket. I started walking briskly and immediately Prof Mahajan stepped forward
and called, “Nishant” and extended his arms to hug me. I quickly rushed
and touched his feet. He tried to catch my arms, and we hugged each other. He
said, “Nishant, Congratulations, we have done it.” I said, “The
entire organising team did it.” “Thanks for your immense support and
guidance Sir.” He wiped his eyes and smiled.
This was the first time any professor from KESEC had ever hugged
me. I was feeling blessed. Life was turning full circle. It was the quintessential,
unassuming, witty, and helpful Prof Mahajan Sir, with whom I had my first
conversation after joining college. I distinctly remember that intriguing
question which he had specifically asked me during my first semester. He had
asked me, “What is the burning temperature
of a cigarette?”
That question failed to dissuade me from smoking and instead
triggered curiosity in my mind. Prof Mahajan gave me the correct answer and
followed it with his prolific advice, “Beta, learn to be curious if you
wish to be a good engineer.” That question and his advice became my
mantra in life. We chatted for few more minutes and then I took his permission
and rushed across to embrace all my batchmates.
It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can
afford to be stupid with them. — Ralph Waldo Emerson
I was struggling with names and quickly decided to
endearingly call them, “Arrey, Beeann Stoakess
- Kasa Aahes?”, “B.S.D.K.,
“Kaisa Hai tu “, “Kaa
Bey, B.S.D.Wale, Banaras se kab aaya.….” They all started laughing and didn’t mind at
all. One of them even retorted back “Nishant, Beannn Stokesss,
you haven’t changed.”
It's about showing up AS yourself.
Suddenly we all had turned 19-year-old. The idea of using
profanities gave me ample time to rake my grey cells and recall their names.
Perhaps it also helped established my identity amongst my batchmates. Maybe
that is what reunions are really for. It's not about showing up to show off how
far you've come or how great you look — it's about showing up AS yourself. It
was exciting & humbling to meet everyone and pose with them for few photos.
By now I was able to recall their names and the wonderful identity card made by
Jitu Gupta came to my rescue throughout the day.
Reminder of a privilege
Meeting my classmates and all other batchmates
from different disciplines served as a terrific reminder of privilege: of
having had the chance to attend engineering college in the first place and sit
in the same class and canteen with all of them. Back then and as the reunion
programme commenced, it allowed us to explore and be foolish together. It had
reunited us to forgive and forget any ill feelings that we carried. We were
friends and had gone silent for decades and again picked up in mid-sentence,
being ourselves and simultaneously rediscovering our younger selves.
Reconnecting with a place, food or with others
I rushed and picked my i.d. card
at the registration counter. Sripad stopped me for
sound bites. I said hold on, “let me first grab my breakfast and will come
back with ‘The Gayatri Gang’.” The
breakfast counter was properly arranged with all food items. I eagerly picked
up the Missal and it tasted different. Sadly, it was bereft of Appa’s love,
care, his booming voice, and inimitable laughter that often accompanied the
missal and made it even tastier. Eating missal in a plastic bowl, instead of
the customary steel dish and not sitting on the bench in Appa’s hotel further diminished
the taste. Anyway, I was glad that there was a semblance of Misal, as it
brought back memories of Chavadi. Finally,
a reunion is as much about oneself as it is about reconnecting with a place,
food or with others.
A surreal environment
The area inside where the main function was being organized
was massive, the stage was big and entire set up was exquisite. The place was
already buzzing with alumni. I saw many seniors, and junior alumni, professors
and non-teaching staff and started calling people as ‘Sir’ and ‘Madam’. Around the
tent, there were lovely posters with names of popular locations and
accommodation, where students stayed during college days. The place was full of
excitement, noises, laughter, people talking, screaming, embracing each other, all
of it - highly infectious.
The Bold & Beautiful
There were many alumni whose faces were indistinguishable
and instantly recognizable. Some of them looked completely different. Everybody
appeared energetic, suave, sharp, and dressed for the occasion. The ladies look
elegant and beautiful. Few men missed their mane and had turned bald, several had
receding hairlines, many had coloured their hair but failed to hide their
wrinkles, some of them had finally learnt to immaculately oil and comb their
hair, and few decided to age gracefully and emulate George Clooney’s salt and
pepper look.
We were genuinely glad to see each other.
It was delightful to meet my batchmates from all three
branches - Construction, Chemical and Electronics. There was a common bond
amongst all of us. We travelled in the same ST Bus and train, watch the same
late-night films, ate at the same canteen, restaurants, and mess, had fun and parties
in each other’s rooms. It was amazing meeting them and learning about their
success. It’s true that the older you get, the more you need the people who
knew you when you were young.
Affinity for Wada, Hostel, Building, Place and Group remains
strong.
Ironically the village has lost its old charm and innocence.
It has now transformed into a bigger town. Those old alleys do not look any
familiar nor did people appear any friendly on the busy street and failed to
arouse any sentiments. Fortunately, the wistful charm and sentimentality of
those wadas, houses, buildings, hostel, and roads were abundantly visible in
the college premises. There were people across batches representing various locations
and these groups were easy to identify. There was Deo Ali Group, Dattar Ali
Group, Chawdi Group, Prabhu Ali Group, Railway Quarter gang, North India, Kolhatkar
wada, Chinchpada group, Lake View, Hostelites, Andheri, Parlekars, Borivali
Gang, Goregaon Gang, Dombivalikars, Thanekars, Mulund, Penkars - Localities,
Panvel, Alibaug group and people from Raigad district etc. Their bonding and
loyalty remain fierce. It’s a pity that there were few alumni who continued to
remain glued to their group and didn’t bother to network with alumni from other
batches and groups.
Professors vividly remember mischievous students.
There was still some time for the programme to start and I decided
to take a quick tour of our famous college building. A friend of mine met me in
the corridor and decided to join me. I was happy to see him. He always excelled
in studies. As we reached the registration counter, a thin man wearing orange
Indian traditional attire stopped me. I immediately recognized and touched his
feet. We hugged each other. Another Professor embraced me, and I was again
feeling blessed.
Prof Pujara looked the same except for his grey hair and silver
moustache. He was delighted to see me and happily introduced me to other
faculty. We were engrossed in talking and my friend kept eagerly looking at the
Professor, with the hope that Professor will recognize him. Finally, my friend introduced
himself. I experienced another revelation. Professors remember mischievous
students more than the obedient scholars. My friend quickly turned around and
said he must make an important call. I realized that some individuals remain resentful,
jealous, and envious.
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his
influence stops. - Henry Brooks Adams.
Our Professors were both strict and lenient, took
painstaking efforts to guide and educate all of us. Meeting all the Professors
– Mrs. Mahajan Madam, Dinesh Joshi Sir, Sunil Joshi Sir, Khoopsad Sir and
Dhoble Sir was terrific and nostalgic. It was splendid meeting all the non-
teaching, and administrative staff. Looking at them brought back memories of our
young age and the various interactions with them. The smile, delight and
happiness on their faces were soothing and highly rejuvenating. It was wonderful,
important and necessary to felicitate all the faculty, non-teaching and
administrative staff and convey our humble gratitude for their guidance,
support, cooperation, and contribution in making us what we are today.
The Indomitable Gayatri Gang
I rushed and gladly joined The Gayatri Gang and together we
were ready for the sound bites. Sushant Naik, Alexander Fernandes, Ajit Nair,
Ajay Jaywant, Chetan Shelke, Avinash Mishra, Ramesh Oruganti, Vidyadhar More, and
me partially represented The Gayatri Gang. We were terribly missing our other
roommates, based in different continents - Avinash Sawant, Bosco Vaz, Sobby
Jose, Navin Khanna, Aniruddha Sane, Umesh Seshadri and Late Naresh Patil – the
hostel canteen mess owner.
Viva - Voce
The group interview reminded of ‘viva- voce’, except
that the interviews those days were akin to interrogations. The host Asavari
was elegant, chirpy, and kept asking many questions. Guess (Chandu) Shripad
must have informed her to rag people. We enjoyed the grilling and Sushant gave
terrific replies. Alex sang well and we forgot to sing the popular song – “Goa
Roads, take me home” composed by the talented, Murali Naik and Wimpy, our
batchmates.
All Happy Families are Alike!
Asavari told me after the interview, that surprisingly every
alumni, whether as individuals or even collectively in groups gave similar
answers. They all stated that the college taught them hardship, adaptability,
resilience, frugality, survival, innovation skills and blessed them with their
best friends. The college also provided few alumni with their life partners. To
me the replies weren’t surprising at all. I simply smiled at her and the immortal
words of Leo Tolstoy crossed my mind, “All happy families are alike…”.
During those years, the college had converted all roomies and friends
into a big happy family.
By now the reunion had started teaching me few lessons.
It was giving me an opportunity to reflect. I thought I’d share a handful of
lessons I’ve learned, and I apologize for the length.
Strong Bonding and Foundation
The college building has become old but as David Allan Coe
says, “It's not the beauty of a building you should look at;
it's the construction of the foundation that will stand the
test of time.” Looking at the overwhelming attendance of over 700 people,
it was evident that the college has created a solid legacy, built a strong
foundation and an inseparable bonding amongst alumni, faculty, and staff.
Never Miss a Reunion
This was the first time I was attending the K.E.S.E.C
Alumni Reunion. I had skipped earlier reunions due to work exigencies and
some trepidation. I suppose I wasn’t entirely comfortable measuring myself
against batchmates. My room partners and I meet frequently and so never
had any yearning to attend other reunion. After passing engineering, the
next 15 -20 years are amid the peak juggling years of your career and you’ve
got reason to skip the reunions altogether. Moreover, none of the earlier
reunions were organized to celebrate any milestones like 25, 30, 40, 45, 50
years etc. Even for this grand reunion, despite being a
member of organizing committee, I had solicited advise from Prof Mahajan Sir
about attending it. Eventually the privilege of working on Samvidh Souvenir
coupled with the joy of meeting many alumni and Prof Mahajan Sir’s advice had
cinched my decision to attend the reunion.
The Grand Event
The SAMVIDH alumni mega reunion was organized
to celebrate the 40th year of the foundation of our college and
promised to be a grand affair. We came together in great clumps of batches. It
eventually turned out to be unprecedented, spectacular, memorable grand event.
An event that wasn’t to be missed. Full marks to the entire organizing team,
all faculty, non-teaching and administrative staff and a big compliment and
thanks to all alumni for attending in large numbers and creating history.
Tushar Desai was fabulous as MC. Tushar with his zeal and
excellent communication skills ensured that the session didn’t become too
formal nor trivial and ensured the entire session was lively and engaging. The
event started with a brilliant, evocative welcome speech from Dr. Ajit Marathe. It was very kind of Ajit to use few of my
Life @ KESEC quotes in his introduction.
Stimulating alumni panel discussion
The welcome speech was followed by a stimulating alumni
panel discussion, splendidly moderated by the soft-spoken Sunil Tanksale. Sunil started hesitantly but soon came into his
elements. The panelist comprised of an eclectic mix of professionals - entrepreneurs,
corporate CXO’s, senior government official and represented all the three
branches of engineering. The panel members were KESEC alumni- Dr. Ajit Marathe,
Ravindra Bhave, J K Patel, Atul Vaze, and Sunil Tanksale. The panelists were bright,
unassuming, and unequivocally shared their ideas of giving back to the college
and promised to create a common platform to support alumni.
There was
a hubbub of excited conversation.
The panel discussion got over and people again
started talking, so many stories to share, so little time. People spoke like
they were on a deadline, talked in the shamiana, talked in college building,
walked around and talked, muttered between speeches, skipped the programs to
talk some more, and talked again over lunch and coffee breaks. In hindsight it
was good that we came a day earlier and meet several alumni.
Life is Short.
The only time we were silent was when we heard
the names of alumni’s who have passed away. Sadly, we learnt that 49 of
our alumni’s have passed away. The
silence fell sharply, but the faint susurration of their voices went on. People
were shocked and in a state of disbelief while reading those names and wanted
to know more. It still hurts to think of the ones I knew well, and even
those I didn’t knew at all. It feels like we're way too young to go. We can’t
take anything for granted.
Life is a great leveler. We’re not as different as we
thought we were.
The college prepared us to experience failures and success, taught
us to bravely face the trials and tribulations in life. Having a great
business, job, career and all the luxuries does not make you immune to life. We
all have our troubles. Most of the time, we only see our own, or what’s visible
to the outside observer. But the reality is everyone has problems. It was
shocking to learn about couple of alumni’s who went missing from college and
still haven’t been found.
Who we are now, gets acquainted with who we were then!
It was delightful to meet my mentors - Arvind Nerurkar,
Sandeep Sawardekar & Sandeep Mhatre. Bumping into Suhas Bagade and Pithya
(Milind Jadhav) was equally exciting. We reminisce about the time spent
together. It is true that Reunions are a form of time travel when who we are
now, gets acquainted with who we were then.
You often don’t realize the effect you had on another person.
Meeting two of my batchmates and discovering that the
conversations I had forgotten long ago were unforgettable turning points in
their careers astonished me and at the same time made me feel proud and elated.
There are several alumni to whom I should be grateful for creating
positive impact in my life viz: Shilpa Nagle, Raju Dhaduti, Bino George,
Sandeep Singh (Chacchu), Rajeev (Dadu) Salvi, Arvind Nerurkar, Navneet Singh, Sydney
Lobo, Late R.B. Singh, Wimpy Arora, Ramesh Oruganti, Avinash Sawant, Avinash
Mishra, Amarkant Jain and all my roomies. Navneet a voracious reader, had once
snatched the P.G. Wodehouse novel from my hand and categorically advised me to
change my authors and start reading Ramamrutham. Bino subtly encouraged me to
play volleyball and pursue MBA. Often people who touched you most deeply have
no memory of that chapter at all.
There was no posturing or bragging, just sharing.
It was terrific interacting with several
alumni entrepreneurs and other successful professionals from various companies.
Many have created successful enterprises and business. Some of them have made
successful career transition. Few have become independent consultants and
subject matter experts. Many are working overseas, and I was happy to interact
with few NRI’s who had specially flown for this reunion. There was no
posturing or bragging, just sharing. After a certain age, you stop
comparing or measuring yourself with others. I was experiencing joy and
pride at the accomplishments of all alumni.
Insightful and Nostalgic Speeches.
When Professor Ganpule Sir walked in, we all stood up with
respect and admiration. I saw few eyes getting moist and could feel the lump in
my throat. Prof Ganpule our beloved and revered principal was my project guide
and neighbour in Gayatri building. I had a quick conversation with him and was
feeling divine. Even at the age of 89, Prof Ganpule Sir was discussing about
prestressed concrete and Ferrocement structures. Take a Bow Sir and prayers for
his good health and long life. Amen!
The speeches from other dignitaries
and HOD’s were concise, interesting, and nostalgic. Prof Dinesh Joshi, Prof
Sunil Joshi & Dharyasheel Patil - all spoke magnificently.
It was a great honour to see the draft copy of Samvidh
Souvenir being released by the Chief Guest, Dr. Snehlata Deshmukh, former Vice
Chancellor of University of Mumbai and Prof Ganpule Sir. Their speeches were
inspiring, insightful, and poetic. Life again turned full circle. The last time
Prof Ganpule Sir had approved my project report. I don’t think the Vice
Chancellor would have got time to see that perspicacious project report! I was
feeling immensely proud and privileged to witness both of them holding the
souvenir and sharing their incisive messages in the souvenir.
What the teacher is, is more important than what he
teaches —Karl Menninger.
One of my batchmates from electronics engineering
persistently kept reminding Prof Ganpule about his mechanics lecture and the
example he shared on linear motion -Two trains coming from opposite direction.
I was admiring my batchmate’s elephantine memory. That batchmate kept on
repeating the example like a broken record. Prof Ganpule seemed thrilled to
come across a sincere student. He got excited and was almost on the verge of
giving the solution i.e., the distance travelled by train A and train B, by
presuming some speed and time. Thankfully other alumni intervened, took Prof
Ganpule Sir aside and made him comfortably sit on the sofa. Well, “What the
teacher is, is more important than what he teaches”, and indeed Prof
Ganpule Sir has been a phenomenal teacher, Principal and administrator who
helped shape the college and our future.
It was the age of foolishness, It was the age of wisdom!
Sydney Lobo joined the group and was patiently waiting for
his turn to meet Prof Ganpule. Several alumni had accosted Prof Ganpule Sir.
Everyone was hankering to take selfies with Prof Ganpule Sir. Interestingly
among those alumni’s, there were many including me, who would scamper in
different directions whenever we saw the Principal walking around the premises.
Back then it was the age of foolishness. Today we were all, rushing with
excitement and veneration to take a picture with him. This clearly showed the
love, respect, and affection we have for Prof Ganpule Sir. It is also the age
of wisdom!
I told Sydney, “Don’t wait, just barge in the crowd.”
He was being polite and decent. Sydney has changed. He was no longer the same
Sydney, who would make rough tackles on the football ground. Eventually Sydney
got a chance to speak with Prof Ganpule Sir. Patience is virtue!
Lavish Lunch
The vegetarian lunch menu was lavish, delectable, and
awesome. The Traditional steamed white Modak’s and the Valachi/ Birdyachi Usaal
(Field Beans or Hyacinth Beans) were remarkably luscious and
mouthwatering. Everyone gormandized on the Modaks and Usaal. Never did we eat such
scrumptious and lip-smacking food in Pen.
Ramp Walk
After lunch, Ajit Damle dazzled on the stage just the way he
used to on the volleyball court. The idea to invite various batches on the
stage was fantastic and precluded us from taking quick siesta. All the alumni
were excited to be on the stage for the ramp walk. They came dancing with
enthusiasm and willingly shared their interesting experiences. This created a
competitive environment among batches.
Bhooshan Rege in his speech stated that Richard Feynman’s
wonderful technique of learning, teaching and thereby reinforcing the learning
was popular in Pen. His narration of smoking Bidi’s brought back fond memories
and reminded of our early lessons in frugality. It was touching to hear Ajit
Sathe appreciating and acknowledging the role played by both KESEC college and the
students hailing from different cities. Come to think of it was a symbiotic
relationship between all constituents.
Generally, people feel more comfortable speaking in groups and
have lesser stage fear. I reckon the ramp walk deserved more time to encourage many
alumnis to share their experiences, anecdotes, hilarious stories etc. Maybe the
individual performances could have been kept for the evening. It would have
been nice to see the faculty, non-teaching, and administrative staff walking on
the ramp and sharing their experiences. Having said that it is always
challenging to organize one day reunion and next time it must be organized over
2-3 days.
Women of Substance
The ladies panel discussion was interesting. At a
certain age, inner beauty is far more important and physical beauty eventually fades.
However, the ladies defied age - looked graceful with their chic
insouciance and boundless vitality. Vinita, Kashmira, and Monisha gave candid
replies. Sacchi spoke assertively about her career and shared anecdotes of
successfully breaking the glass ceiling. Elizabeth with her poise, confidence,
and sonorous voice, showcased the generational shift while Pritam Korgaonkar’s
replies showed gratitude and simplicity. Smita’s answers were short and crisp.
The discussion brought to fore the grit, determination, and
sagacity of all the KESEC girls. It must have been daunting, and yet very
courageous and resilient of all the girls to not just survive but thrive in a
village and achieve significant personal and professional success. All the
KESEC girls and their parents deserve a big applaud. Kudos to all!
Front benchers in every classroom create notes but
backbenchers always create memories.
Watching the event from the last row was quite nostalgic, refreshing
and memorable. It provided me ample freedom to move around and chat with
people. It also offered me a spectacular view of things happening around. Sitting
with the three musketeers - Shardul Deshpande, Sydney Lobo and Surendra Desai
was redolent of our ST Bus journey. As always, these blokes were modest, witty,
chatty, but surprisingly the usual pranks were missing.
There’s a strong bond from shared experience.
Some things never change. It was delightful meeting Kiran
Bartake, Sanjay Pandey, Prathosh, Amarkant Jain, Ramesh Oruganti, Avi Mishra,
Ravi Khandelwal, Jitu Gupta, Aditya Jayraman, Jaideep Minocha, Rajesh Khanna,
Hemant Karekar, Bhavesh Kookani, Ashwini Khanna, Rajesh Hajela, Rishi and all
other hostelites. It brought back memories. All of them are still the same –
self-assertive, sensible, helpful, and humorous. We may have not remained in
continuous touch but apparently there exists a bond of friendship and mutual
respect. It was nice meeting Potey who used to sell tea and snacks outside the
hostel. Interestingly I met someone who still enjoys a friendly banter and
there’s nothing wrong so long as the quality of banter doesn’t become
disparaging. But then there are individuals who enjoy condescending others and
perhaps miss growing up!
People change, but friendships endure.
People become more flexible, accommodative, less opinionated,
and yet there are few who remain intransigent. Those who were aggressive and
bully in college mellow down and those who were shy and silent become more
social. Yet there are those who remain unchanged, friendly, and truly delighted
to meet you. Meeting Vidyadhar More, Prasad Khopkar, Abraham Vargehese, Suman
Khavale, Joji George, Amar Dighe, KP Kailash Pongde, Ajit Sathe, Gajendra
Pawar, Uday Chauhan (Flux), Santosh Sawant, Rajesh Shringarpure, Damodar Rane,
Ashutosh Kudalkar, Ravindra Shetty, Ajay Mokal, Santosh Tatkare, Kishore Koli, Ajit
Paranjpe, Devendra Deshmukh, Jagdish Masand, Nilesh P, Vinay Survey, Kamlesh
Nerurkar, Anand M, Sachin Patil, Abhay Patil, Raju Pichika and Prakash Zavare
and the gang was quite nostalgic.
People are less judgmental.
Meeting few alumni, reminded me of two kinds of people:
those who become more judgmental as they get older, and those who are less
judgmental with age. The good news was that the large number of alumni
attending this reunion belong to the latter category. It was a pleasure meeting
TD, Kirti Patil, Vinit Gawand, Madhavv Prabhu, Rajeev Seth, Rahul Phansalkar,
Rajesh Gupte, Sripad, Raju (Dadu) Salvi, MB, Vasu, Kiran Poojary, Milind Bawdhankar,
Uday Sathe, Russel Corte Real, Harshall Gandhi, Viral Gandhi, Prabhakar Sharma,
Subodh Paranjape, Sachin Malekar, Krishna Devanally (KKD), Vinita & Sacchi.
Networking Opportunities & Bonds formed at college
are unbreakable.
There are the people you meet, strangers, throughout your
life. Both older and younger. As soon as you find out he/she has some sort of
connection to your alma mater, automatically you have a bond. Seniors like Manoj
Mishra, Ravindra Singh, Nishigandh Patil, Samir Joshi, Sharad Diwadkar, Jaiprakash
Vaishya (JP), Rajiv Prakash, Jayesh Shah, Suneel Khandekar, were being too kind
and generously complimented me for the souvenir. Seniors like Vinit Gawand and
Kirti Patil taught me lessons in networking and graciously introduced me to
their batchmates. People were happy to meet and interested in each other. All
the alumnis are highly accomplished professionals and yet so sincere, approachable,
friendly, polite, and helpful.
The Reunion Organising Committee
We cannot all do great things, but we can do small things
with great love. – Mother Teresa
The reunion provided a glimpse of meticulous planning and
remarkable event management. All tasks and activities whether simple or complex
were carefully designed and executed. Right from online registration to
accommodation, social media branding, Souvenir, selfie stands, photos, lunch
and entire event execution. One of the things that the reunion organising
committee did was to make sure that cost was not a barrier to people
participating. Those who could afford to donate more did so, people also generously
advertised in the souvenir and donated for repair fund of college building. The
best thing the organizers did was getting everyone involved. Every member of
organising committee had volunteered and did their tasks lovingly and selflessly.
Finally, reunions are about who you include, not who you exclude. The idea to
have a 40th reunion and get all batches together was fabulous.
Tribute to KESEC
Now, 40 years later, let's just acknowledge that our time on
the college campus was wonderful. We had fun. I know I did. I loved it. And, I
hope, to one degree or another we learned to think confidently and critically about ourselves
and the world, which is, after all, why we were here. For that we thank this
special place- K.E.S.E.C. Pen. Hopefully the millennium batches representing
the next generation of leaders would take the lead and organize the 45th or 50th
reunion. Until then let’s revive our relationship, stay fit and remain
connected.
Epilogue:
I have written this in the first-person singular. While
readers might find the repeated use of “I” and “my” off-putting and perhaps an
indication of an outsized ego, but essentially this is about my experience,
written to remind me of the Halcyon days when I might suffer from a certain
dementia in future.
I wrote names of all those whom I met during the event, and
I am very sure that I have inadvertently missed few names. Seems like I am
already having little dementia. My sincere apologies for missing those names.
Let’s try and reconnect.