There's something that money can't buy

Isn't that absolutely true. Felt like reminding you all the recent ad-campaign of VISA where you get to see a group of friends throwing the hotel bill away to one another and the same group in their balded age snatching the bill. Nostalgic feelings. Perhaps one would say that we are still at the former stage or still some time is left before we reach the latter. But, for us by which I mean people like me who had grown up in hostels from the kindergartens such reflections come in early. Yesterday was such a day.
It was a get together of a few of us who spent the most beautiful part of their lives, grew up together under the same almamater Sainik School Purulia. And it was in honor of a very close friend of us who is in India on vacation. The moment we met those strange old feelings were back, there was so much to re-enact from the diaries of our school days. The same old leg pooling. Tell you what each of ours fathers had some special place amongst us in those days. I was simply surprised to find that we still remember those revered names and the associated masalas :P. And how much we loved our hostel superintendent. An example of his greatness can be found in my last blog. We were together for about 5 and half hours but never felt like departing. In the end when the restaurant bill came the sight was absolutely similar to the VISA ad, of course the latter part. In the school days the same 'we' would go the cafeteria and cheat each other to feed our own stomach in some others account.
I am still having a heavy heart. Thank you Sainik School Purulia for giving me such a wonderful set of friends. Thank you for making us all think alike, thank you for giving me some people for whom I can say yes they care. I feel lucky, I really do. For some of you the story might seem similar. If only I could make you feel the DIFFERENCE - the selflessness - !!!!!!