Thoughty Culture...

Good times with old Pals...

2006-06-12T08:49:00.000Z

I went online that day and chatted with my schoolmates from Josephs, Arun and Abhijeet. As arun was planning to come to Bangy, We (Josephians put up in bangy) decided to meet up in Barton center at 5pm. It's been 2 years since I last saw them!

From L to R ~ Arun Nagarajan, Abhijeet Sohni, Bindu, Chitra, Sireesha

There was a surprise package... Bindu joined us from hyderabad which was a big surprise indeed. Of course, I happen to think that my group of friends are the most fantastic bunch of people in the whole wide world, and we've been through a hell of a lot together, so it was just outstanding to have so many of us in one place at once.

It was so much fun to just sit around and talk like we'd never been apart. I could have sat all day just laughing and talking and drinking ice water (haha), and wasted the day away happily. Such comfort to be found in familiar faces. I enjoy moments like that, when we can visit, laugh, and remember.

The photo above is a proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Born Free.. Taxed to death..It's funny how everything and nothing changes. We're still the good ol' friends from yester years, though we've all changed so much from 11 years ago. But I guess it's the indescribable bonds weaved through the threads of time, knotted amongst countless precious memories that never loosens.

And among these precious friends, are many shared memories I'll never ever forget. A high ho hum cheers.. Forever Friends!

Back to Back ~

http://prasannaramachandran.blogspot.com/2005/08/school-reunion.html

Birthday Bash on 21st May...

2006-05-21T17:09:00.000Z

Wow - I can't believe how fast the days have been flying - I haven't had a chance to blog in ages! And, so I'm grabbing this chance to say hello to those who keep an eye on my blog and let you know i am still around, but been rather busy.

As a child I often celebrated my birthday in May at my grandparent's house along with a horde of mischievous cousins and whichever aunt or uncle happened to be chaperoning us that summer (the poor things!). The party would be a riotous affair in the big, old house and the cake would be made fresh that morning. But this time i hosted a party for my family members in Belsons & Taj, Hyderabad. It was great to reunite with all the family members after a long time.

I was woken up from my sleep and got some great B'day bumps.. After that there was a surprise cake cutting party arranged by my parents and my so called notorious cousins.. Everyone turns crazy upon seeing the cake.. Finally I blew out all but one candle, which took me another few more tries to extinguish it. Also was in a multi-tasking spree attending calls and cutting the cake. It fells really great when people remember you on your Birthday that also signifies a healthy friends circle. I am really thankful to all my friends and well wishers who remembered me on my Bday.

I had several birthday parties at home of course with elaborate cakes that are attractive to a guy of that age, but those simple parties continue to be a treasured memory.

When I was young, my birthdays were actually a sore point for me then, for the one reason that I never got to wear a "color dress" to school like the other kids who had the good sense to be born during school term (does anyone identify with this?) coz my birthday falls during the summer vacation. So these spontaneous, whimsical and often chaotic parties were an apt consolation.

In the evening, i met my good old friends and had a binge. We had been to Koyla, A roof top restaurant and pub in hyderabad... Had a great evening there. It was an evening to remember, a night of harmony as rival singers and composers came together in an exemplary show of bonhomie as they joined the celebrations, complete with a cake-cutting ceremony again and the popping of champagne minutes before midnight. My friends showered me with affection on this special day.

I could see more and more people flooding the place after we finished our dinner! It was time to say goodbye to the empty plates and bowls before we went on a long long drive. On the whole, it was a great day...

A Dream to Share...

2006-03-30T19:46:00.000Z

My dream was to get out from under the heel of the oppressor and be my own boss. Unfortunately, I've found that to reach this level of civilized existence takes an amazing amount of dedication, perseverance, and a titanium work ethic, not to mention a bit of a bankroll for the dry days to come. I have none of these. I changed my dream a few months back and decided that entering a brand new class of pseudo-entrepreneurs was more up my alley. Technically, I'm still working for the capitalist machine, i.e., The Man. But, in my new assignment, I am now away from his ever-watchful eye. That is the draw, the reason for being, as it were.

And because of this new freedom my usual manners of wasting time, lollygagging, and procrastinating have reached new levels. Now every floor has a pantry. The coffee machine has been respectfully superseded by waking up whenever I feel like.

The days when I feel like getting some work done I might rise to the occasion a bit earlier. I grab some coffee and go online. That's where I do my work. And that's where I don't do my work. I get too distracted. The diversions multiply when you're at work. I check my bank account, check the cricket score and read up on the latest news and information.

"So what's the problem?" you might ask. Over the past few weeks I've begun to develop what seems like a guilty conscience. I'm not getting my work done, and it's starting to bother me. I don't have to turn in any progress reports. No one is calling me every other hour to make sure I'm not "Doing research" at the neighborhood bar. So I spend most of my time thinking about doing work and doing everything else. I got my desk cleaned the other day coz it was in a mess. Last week I set up an online banking account and spent most of the day logging in transactions and transfers. A couple of weeks ago I was on a shopping spree. You get the picture. In a normal situation, if I were able to get away with the types of procrastination and digression I deal with at my office, I would be ecstatic.

So, the latest development in this saga, is that I've decided to return to the world where i started getting up at 7:00 in the morning to do some exercises. I'm returning to the proactive, FYI, 'can I get back to you on that', 'let's have a meeting', land of coffee that puts a film on your teeth and conversations coming from the cubicle across the way. I'm still not partially getting my work done, but at least I don't feel guilty about it when the day is done. When it comes to fulfilling dreams, you never know what you're going to get. In my case, I discovered the frightening remnants of a work ethic, left over from some twisted past life. Until I can completely beat the beast down into submission, I will continue to do my part in working for the man...

"It's not that I don't like the idea of working, it's that I really don't like pouring my effort and mental energy into trivial, uninteresting, self serving projects that trade my time and my spirit for money which is the only meager measure of respect and support I'll receive.

It's not that I don't like money, it's just that it's our society's poor substitute for thought and feeds the consumerist urge to live a life in an amnesiastic distracted state, attempting to be a mythical non person ever consuming more media and entertainment while leaving a wake of first world social and environmental destruction, always just out of sight, and so pleasantly out of mind.

It's not like I don't like jobs and money and business, etc. It's just that most of the time they're completely worthless. Also I'm not partial to being professional. I'll do my best to be responsible, considerate, and competent. I'm nearly always creative and analytical, even when I don't want to be. I'll still write resumes, but only if I've got a good reason. Mostly if you would like me to do something for you, I'd like you to talk to me about it."

"Embarrassing date"...

2006-01-20T13:34:00.000Z

Folks,

If you didn't see “The Tonight Show”, I hope you're sitting down when you read it. This is probably the funniest date story ever, first date or not!!!

We have all had bad dates, but this takes the cake. This just tells you how tough it is to be single nowadays. This was on the "Tonight Show" with Jay Leno.

Jay went into the audience to find the most embarrassing first date that a woman ever had. The winner described her worst first date experience. There was absolutely no question as to why her tale took the prize!

She said it was midwinter... snowing and quite cold... and the guy had taken her skiing in the mountains outside Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a day trip (no overnight). They were strangers, after all, and truly had never met before. The outing was fun but relatively uneventful until they were headed home late that afternoon.

They were driving back down the mountain, when she gradually began to realize that she should not have had that extra latte. They were about an hour away from anywhere with a rest room and in the middle of nowhere! Her companion suggested she try to hold it, which she did for a while. Unfortunately, because of the heavy snow and slow going, there came a point where she told him that he better stop and let her go beside the road, or it would be the front seat of his car.

They stopped and she quickly crawled out beside the car, yanked her pants down and started. In the deep snow she didn't have good footing, so she let her butt rest against the rear fender to steady her. Her companion stood on the side of the car watching for traffic and indeed was a real gentleman and refrained from peeking. All she could think about was the relief she felt despite the rather embarrassing nature of the situation.

Upon finishing however, she soon became aware of another sensation. As she bent to pull up her pants, the young lady discovered her buttocks were firmly glued against the car's fender. Thoughts of tongues frozen to poles immediately came to mind as she attempted to disengage her flesh from the icy metal. It was quickly apparent that she had a brand new problem due to the extreme cold.

Horrified by her plight and yet aware of the humor of the moment, she answered her date's concerns about "what is taking so long" with a reply that indeed, she was "freezing her butt off and in need of some assistance!" He came around the car as she tried to cover herself with her sweater and then, as she looked imploringly into his eyes, he burst out laughing. She too, got the giggles and when they finally managed to compose themselves, they assessed her dilemma.

Obviously, as hysterical as the situation was, they also were faced with a real problem. Both agreed it would take something hot to free her chilly cheeks from the grip of the icy metal! Thinking about what had gotten her into the predicament in the first place, both quickly realized that there was only one way to get her free. So, as she looked the other way, her first-time date proceeded to unzip his pants and pee her butt off the fender.

As the audience screamed in laughter, she took the Tonight Show prize hands down... or perhaps that should be "pants down." ..And you thought your first date was embarrassing.

Jay Leno's comment .. "This gives a whole new meaning to being pissed off."

"Food for Thought"...

2006-01-18T14:41:00.000Z

Hey Folks,

We've all been to those meetings where the boss says he wants more than 100 percent. Here is how you can achieve 103 percent...

First, a little math preparation~

How does one achieve 100 percent in life?

Begin by noting the following~

IF: A = 1, B = 2, etc., Y = 25, Z = 26 Then~

H A R D W O R K = 8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = only 98 percent Similarly~

K N O W L E D G E = 11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = only 96 percent But interesting (and as you'd expect) ~

A T T I T U D E = 1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100 percent That is how you achieve 100 percent in life.

But EVEN MORE IMPORTANTLY ~

B U L L S H I T = 2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103 percent.

Moral of the Story...

So now you know what all those high-priced consultants, upper management, and motivational speakers really mean when they want to exceed 100 percent!

"Ringing into the New Year 2006"...

2006-01-12T12:48:00.000Z

Hey People,

Let me take the privilege to wish you all a very "Happy and Prosperous New Year 2006"....

My Apologies for not keeping current with this blog. Since I’m a Software Developer who almost spend most of my time in front of a computer for about 8-12hrs a day, one would think I have a story to tell everyday.. Well I don't because my current assignment is pretty boring. This being my first post for 2006, just had time today to blog around..

I strongly feel that a new year is bringing a new beginning, gearing you up to face the new challenges in life. It’s not a romantic feeling of relief. It’s not as though the clock set her hands upon midnight and then wiped my slate clean or anything. It’s just been a self realization that this year will bring new things to my life, for good or for bad—hopefully good, and I need to make room..

My friends and I always have a binge on New Year's Eve. This year we had a countdown, and there was so much of noise and excitement all around. When the clock struck 23:59pm (Midnight) there was pin drop silence. The most reflective 60 seconds of my year. But near midnight, one of the representatives spoke about life and his year as the crowd stood. Then he looked at all angles, leaned into the microphone and in his unique style said in a near whisper, "Happy New Year to one and all..."

It came in a whisper this time, not a countdown nor with a bang, and I thought, "Finally, 2005 is history." So, Happy Birthday. Let's try again. Then the real party began.. We rocked the dance floor... It was great indeed forgetting the past and ringing into a new year with loads & loads of happiness and...

Though, 2005 can bite me. I understand many of you had milestones this year and Fabulous moments worth relishing.

Hope you guys have a great and fun filled year ahead...

"A Rejuvenating Trip to Coorg"...

2005-12-02T14:03:00.000Z

About the trip.....

Eight guys hired a tata sumo and we set off on a journey to Coorg. We started at 12:00 AM on a cold sunday morning. It felt really great to leave office... and do something different, a break from the routine. It was all planned in a jiffy...

The whole trip started off with a bang!!! All over you could hear only noise as people were as energetic as ever... We reached mysore by 3:00 AM. Coorg was about 3 hrs drive from there. The driver ripped properly as ever... Trust me... The ride was absolutely bumpy as the Bangalore - Mysore highway was "still" under construction. The bureaucracy and corruption in INDIA is terrible. All the politicians make truck loads of money and stash it in Swiss Banks. We finally managed to reach coorg early in the morning by 6:00 AM. We didn't miss the beautiful sunrise. It was great...

Coorg is often referred to as the "Scotland of India", the land fragranced by the strong whiff of coffee, the aroma of fresh cardamom... People were back to form after the terrific journey. We freshned up and set to Abey falls. This was absolutely amazing.. We spent most of our time here literally having a binge...

The rest of the journey was just journeying, Sights, sounds, food, shopping. It was all about taking snaps, record our visit, the place. But there are things that the Kodak moments never capture - the fun, the laughter, the gay abandon and most importantly, the letting go of everything...

The drive back to bangalore was beautiful. Watching the sun set, with the buzz of the weekend traffic in the background was kind of a wierd mix...

Its moments like these where we forget our vexation with brats and begin to behave like one, ourselves (Infact there were may brats in our group). Its moments like these that make journeys, memories worth remembering, and cherish our friendships. Its moments like these when we forget our earthly lives, miles away and live in a world of our own; with heavens above and we sleeping on green dewy lawns...

Its been a week since my trip to Coorg. It feels like an eternity!! I wonder why...

"Imbibing The Proactive Approach"...

2005-11-07T09:04:00.000Z

It has been said that, "Knowledge is Power". That simply is not so!! Knowledge is not just power but only Potential Power. In today's society everyone strives for power, whether its a politician or any other individual. Its your use of knowledge which gives you power...

General Motors put into effect the very simple proven success method~

Give people more of what they want.
Give people less of what they don't want

Its pretty natural that people are genuinely not interested in what you want. They are worried about their own interests. This is the general mindset of each and every individual...

The way to get rich quicker is to find out what people are going to want before they even know they want it!!

This is Proactiveness....

To restate it simply~

Find out what people will want in future even though they do not now realize it.
Produce it for them.
Persuade them that they want it now.

You can succeed in today's complex business world or achieve whatever you want as your life goal only with the good will, help and cooperation of others.

"Everyone who reaches success today is lifted to success by the willing hands of those who want to help him succeed."

Despereate Housewifes.....

2005-09-29T06:15:00.000Z

All I can say about this show is: You gotta like the dirty laundry!

At first when I saw the pilots, it was like: What the heck? Are they serious that they were going to make a show about a bunch of shallow people living on a street having sex and complaining about not having enough sex? But at the end, I was wrong.

This is a show about misunderstood and troubled people who really care about each other and shows it. They are human and they hurt people like everyday-people do. I like this show and it is so humane and the characters are so likable in every single way.

The desperate housewives are portrayed by Teri Hatcher, Marcia Cross, Felicity Huffman, and Eva Longoria. As much I hate the character Gabrielle, I have to say, I have to like Eva Logoria's charm because she is delightful to watch as a person in interviews. I love the character Bree. She is so stunning to watch as this perfectionist with a family that is nothing but 'perfect.' Felicity Huffman plays the real everyday-mom who's stressed - Lynette, who's also an great character. There's Teri Hatcher's character, Susan, which I liked at first but she gets boring but she does have a great cheerleader, her daughter Julie, who is probably much more likable than her. And there's Edie Britt ... the 'slut' of the neighborhood. I hated her at first, but then, slowly, liked her...

What makes this show so creative is that it is narrated by a housewife that committed suicide on episode one. It is an extremely nice turn in television...

Paris Hilton.... "The Ultimate Blonde"...

2005-09-15T09:26:00.000Z

In today's society there is very little respect for women... There are many reasons for this... Two of the major reasons are the consequences of the feminist movement and the fact that media's morals are willing to sell this woman's dignity for their own fucking profit.

So often times the modern-day feminist movement has pushed for 'freedom'. However, it seems more often than not, the demands made by this feminist movement have had very detrimental results. Pornography in the media, such as in this commercial, are largely a result of the feminist's desire for freedom to display their sexuality. Pornography exploits, humiliates, and degrades a woman. So it seems the feminists have, in this aspect, hurt themselves to the core...

Why would any company want to use something this appalling to sell a product? And if a company is willing to use something like pornography to sell a product, then where does it stop??? Where is the line drawn that will stop the media from airing whatever they wish????

Well its a million dollar question....

One fine day I happen to cite a TV show on VH1 ( Music Channel)... The show was about the biography of the Ultimate blonde "Paris Hilton"...shez a blithering idiot!!

Her vocab seems to revolve around "Whatever" and "its hot"... At one point, it would have been difficult to define Paris Hilton. The so called "Career heiress", "party girl" or "high-ranking socialite-cum-model-cum-actress," and "American royalty" was arguably too dramatic a label for a woman whose true breakout role cost less to film than a night in a budget room at the neighborhood Hilton hotel.. It really sucks to see Paris Hilton as a TV personality for all the plastic smiles, and tones of Whatever’s .. Huh..!

But Paris the Heiress seems to be the latest in a long list of unremarkable celebrities whose names have invaded chunks of our brain space and we've no idea what they're doing there. They're manufactured celebrities, with nothing worth celebrating....

"She's sort of like the Teflon celebrity" .. After all, it's not like she has a dignified acting or singing career to protect.. Shez famous for playing someone who milks a cow in a miniskirt....

The funny thing is, shez making millions of dollars. Its Paris Incorporated. Shez not that stupid as she appears to be.. "If you ask her to name all the 50 state capitals, I'm sure she would look at you with a blank stare, But if you ask her the most effective way to launch a product to young women, she would know exactly what to do...

"When it comes to fame IQ, shez an absolute genius..."

Hurricane Katrina... The Disaster....

2005-09-02T08:16:00.000Z

All of us offer our sympathies to those impacted by the hurricane in the U.S. Gulf region. It's hard to imagine finding any light news in the coverage surrounding that tragedy this week. But I was touched by the story of a man in Mississippi who had ridden out the storm at home. As the waters began to subside, he watched the flows from his front porch, side-by-side with a flying squirrel, lizard, and bullfrog -- all happy to be on a dry porch and completely unconcerned about the strange company. I just can't get that mental picture, and its implied lessons, out of my mind…

Hurricane Katrina—a nightmare of a hurricane with 140-mile-an-hour (225-kilometer-an-hour) winds and a storm surge nearly two stories tall—came ashore early this morning at the mouth of the Mississippi River near New Orleans…

Hurricane Katrina made landfall as a Category 4 storm on the Saffir-Simpson scale, which ranks hurricanes from one to five according to wind speeds and destructive potential. A Category 4 hurricane has winds from 131 to 155 miles an hour (211 to 249 kilometers an hour) and is capable of doing a massive damage…

One of the possible reasons for the vulnerability could be the rapid population growth on the coast during the past three decades…

I have been watching every scrap of news I can get over the internet, as well as CNN and BBC World on cable, and of course the local news reports which are shocked and aghast at all that has happened. To see citizens of ‘the most powerful country in the world’ on their knees, people crying and begging just like all of the news reports they have seen in the past of disasters in Indonesia or Bangladesh or Somalia, not to mention Iraq, is beyond belief. The scenes of looting and violence defy description. The US has helped so many other places over the years, and in Europe, they find it terrible to see the US in need and help not arriving fast enough…

As part of what will likely become a multi-year recovery effort, My Company - through our recently established charitable foundation - has made an initial $25,000 donation to the American Red Cross Relief efforts to assist in providing immediate aid to the victims of this tragedy…

Kudos for such a wise thought...

Dream...

2005-08-29T11:59:00.000Z

Somehow i can't believe that there are any heights that can't be scaled by a man, who knows the secrets of making dream come true...

This special secret, it seems to me, can be summarized in four c's namely~

1. Curiosity

2. Confidence

3. Courage

4. Constancy

and the greatest of all is Confidence....

When you believe in a thing, believe in it all the way. Implicitely and unquestionably all our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them...

True spirituality is a wake-up call. The greatest calamity is that we live in dreams & imagine them to be real. To dream is not a problem, but to unconsciously dream is the real problem...

The marvel of creativity is such where a dream is consciously made a destination. But to dream unconsciously is nothing but "illusion"...

The human mind dreams about an ideal husband, an ideal wife and an ideal boss, and in such a dreamy state you miss the real husband, the real wife and the real boss....

Da Vinci's 'The Last Supper' .. Story of a Face...

2005-08-29T11:49:00.000Z

The story behind painting of the Last Supper is extremely interesting and instructive. Two incidents connected with this painting afford a most convincing lesson on the effects of sin in our lives.

As you know, the Last Supper was painted by Leonard Da Vinci, a noted Italian artist. The time engaged for its completion was seven years. The figures representing the twelve apostles and Christ himself were painted from living persons. The live model for the painting of the figure of Jesus was chosen first. When it was decided that Da Vinci would paint this great picture, hundreds and hundreds of young men were carefully viewed in an endeavor to find a face and personality of unaffected by sin.

Finally, after weeks of laborious searching a young man, nineteen years of age, was selected as the model for the portrayal of Christ. For six months Da Vinci worked on the production of this leading character of the famous painting. During the next six years Da Vinci continued his labors on his sublime work of art. One by one, fitting persons were chosen to represent each of the eleven apostles, space being left for the painting of the figure representing Judas Iscariot as the final task of this masterpiece.

This was the apostle, you remember, who betrayed his Lord for thirty pieces of silver, worth $16.95, in our present day currency. For weeks Da Vinci searched for a man with hard calloused face, with a countenance marked by scars of avarice, deceit, who would betray his best friend. After many discouraging experiences in searching for the type of person required to represent Judas, word came to Da Vinci that a man whose appearance fully met the requirements had been found. He was in a dungeon in Rome, sentenced to die for a life of crime and murder.

Da Vinci made the trip to Rome at once, and this man was brought out from his imprisonment in the dungeon and led out into the light of the sun. There Da Vinci saw before him a dark, swarthy man, his long shaggy and unkempt hair sprawled over his face, a face which portrayed a character of viciousness and complete ruin. At last the painter had found the person he wanted to represent the character of Judas in his painting.

By special permission from the king, this prisoner was carried to Milan where the fresco was being painted. For six months the prisoner sat before Da Vinci, at appointed hours each day, as the gifted artist diligently continued his task of transmitting to his painting this base character in the picture representing the betrayer of the Savior.

As he finished his last stroke, he turned to the guards and said, "I have finished, you may take the prisoner away." The prisoner suddenly broke loose from their control and rushed up to Da Vinci, crying as he did so, "Oh, Da Vinci, look at me! Do you not know who I am?" Da Vinci, with the trained eyes of a great character student, carefully scrutinized the man upon whose face he had constantly gazed for six months and replied, "No, I have never seen you in my life until you were brought before me out of the dungeon in Rome."

Then lifting his eyes toward heaven, the prisoner said, "O God, have I fallen so low?" Then turning his face to the painter he cried, "Leonardo Da Vinci, look at me again, for I am the same man you painted just seven years ago as the figure of Christ!

This true story of the painting of the Last Supper teaches so strongly the lesson of the effects of right and wrong actions of an individual. He was a young man whose character was so pure and unspoiled by the sins of the world, that he represented a countenance and innocence and beauty fit to be used for the painting of a presentation of Christ. But over a period of only seven years filled with sin and crime, he was changed into a perfect picture of the most notorious character ever known in the history of the world.

What kind of picture are you painting today?

School Reunion...

2005-08-29T05:39:00.000Z

Anyone who has been to a class reunion knows there is a certain amount of anxiety associated with attending a reunion. As the reunion approaches your mind becomes flooded with thoughts. Will there be anyone there I know? What if my old boyfriend or girlfriend is there? What if nobody remembers me? What if I don't recognize classmates or remember their names? What if I run into someone I didn't get along with in school? I've put on weight. I've gone gray. I've lost my hair. I'm not that successful and bla bla.... where ultimately the reunion jitters...

Well Well Well, it was a cloudy day... Our venue was @ "The Eat Street", neclace Road, Hyderabad. It was scheduled to start by 11 AM. This was really an ideal place to have a reunion..

About 30 people turned up for the reunion. Bottomline is we have all changed. So what! Your not 17 anymore. The laws of gravity and time catch up with all of us eventually. Changes are an inevitable fact of life. It was really gr8 ringin into the past experiences of St. Joseph's Public School...

This was an opportunity to meet up with the groups and have some fun after many years, renew old friendships, catch up with each others lives, to celebrate your youth and feel young again (if only for a moment), to reminise about the good old days, to share time with old friends while we are still able to, to celebrate our changes.....It can be a wonderfully rejuvinating experience. When it is over we can take comfort in the fact that we have all changed, we've all gone down different paths in life but that we all still share a common bond and enjoy a good party.....

Well there were some people who really added life to the reunion... Their presence was literally felt and not announced...

This could be mainly possible coz of some eminent organizers.... Kudos to them...

Unfortunately all good things must come to an end. After the class reunion is over we've all got lives to go back to. But saying goodbye doesn't mean you have to wait another 5 or 10 years to talk with your classmates. In today's high tech world it has become so easy to stay in touch through email, class web sites or alumni sites.

So that was something about our School reunion which was absolutely rocking...