” I am Sorry”

“An apology is the superglue of life. It can repair just about anything.” ~Lynn Johnston


Dear All,
Sorry for not updating your lives with the lines and images to light up the memories of our days at the press club. All please forgive me for this. Last week saw our beloved Anilettan at a Fresh Juice centre in Trivandrum and he asked why blog is going like this. I know most of you will be reaching others through orkut or mail. But still, hope this is good time to restart the blog. If not, I will be killing out the sweetest memories which are now 10 years old(We are the 1999 batch and its our Tenth Anniversary). You can send anything to publish in this blog by mailing the same to rameshinbox@gmail.com.

Last month, just for a horror, I random checked the names of our friends at google. Angel Rani, Prasanth Reghuvamsham returned results with some articles with their names. But what was interesting was to get a website in one of our friends name. He is our great S.L.Anand. http://www.slanand.com/. It had a simple image based homepage with no links to check on. But I was a little astonished with what he described about himself. In his own words...

SL Anand is a versatile lens man who is in the field of
photography for the last 15 years, including
international experience in USA.

I have nothing to say about this except My god is love.
Till we meet again. Bye for now.

Anilettanum Huss aavunnu!

Dear All,

And now our Old annan at press club is getting married. And what's more interesting, is he is marrying his colleague! All are invited by him for this auspicious Occasion. All who are near and here at trivandrum on 25-11-07 don't miss it. Details are here with the Invitation card. All the best to him in advance.

Invitation from Anil

Dear All, My sister is getting Married. Please note the dates and venues for the wedding and reception(Click on the card to get an enlarged view). Please make it convenient to attend the wedding or reception.

With love

Anil

Friendship we still expect in writing!

My dear Anil,

Is there any new definition for friendship?

How do you define friendship when you find no e-mails in your inbox? What do you feel when your continued, heart-breaking petitions for tying the bond of companionship go unheard?

Let the Goddess of Friendship reward you, The Lover of Friendship, with all kinds of closeness you demand from friends. Your true and sincere efforts will not go empty-handed, I presume.

I was just going through all the mails you had posted. And it is quite a sort of entertainment reading old mails, also as an attempt to conjure up the cuteness of recollections.

The 'Cruelty' of Brotherhood' was an exasperating topic. Your openness was like a needle injected to the eyeball. Perfectly right is the intention to make a sister stand firm on unreliable grounds. Adopting seemingly dangerous measures to help that sister adept to encounter life's fire-flames is brave.

Friends take freedom to become historians of their own life-records, not necessarily as narrators always. Your e-mail narrations bring out the historian in you, I feel. Oration of personal history without pomp is interesting to listen.

That you are a comrade is information new for me. I was not able to pick out the redness of your political bias earlier, while we were in Press Club

Just raising a question - Is politics an interesting topic for you? For me, yes. Our political leniency start during our school days, I believe. We were once the beneficiaries or victims of Students' Union's conducts. Students' Unions still claim the maximum political strength than any other confederations.

Though we may have similar versions of school days' testimonials, our political experiences in school would differ. Your reminiscence, especially a reverse leap towards your school days prompts me to share with you my political loneliness or political isolation, I faced during the days I wore a school-uniform.

Instead of choosing the reddishness of Students Federation of India (SFI), I preferred to adhere to the political reservations of KSU. It was a photograph of Mrs. Indira Gandhi stuck on the badge of KSU activists that impelled me to make out the tri-colour blood running through my nerves that time. My affection, rather selection of my party did not match with the political tastiness of SFI- partisans who were my friends and classmates. Soon the class was divided into two on the basis of political fondness. The ratio of the strength of that 'political division' was 43:1. Still, the unfit survived. I always bark at Darwin thereafter.

Let me be back to the Blog. To be sincere, reading your mails in the Blog bring all friendly faces of our classmates in front. It may be in light of your call for more intimate attachments between all. That friendship we still expect in writing.

And to be hopeful is the optimistic advice friends share.

Lovingly

Ranjith John
Kuwait

Being what we are...

Dear friends,


Looking our own life from a distance is very interesting.


After all these hues and cries...where we are all going to. One of my friends said this thing about travelling. If you go by bus or plane, you will reach there. If you go fast or slow you will reach there. Then why you are concerned about the mode of travelling. May be priorities..., of what???!!.


Nothing, but our own perception that some things are important than others or some events are important than others and some moments are better than others or some relations are precious than others etc. The make up of the human being is very puzzling. Our thought, action, body, senses, mind (is it there or not), intellect all contribute to be what we are. we are having multiple and singular dimensions at the same time. what we feel is real, then what is unreal. if it is unreal, then what is real.


The quest continues....and it will endlessly continue till the destruction of human being as a species. I think every event, life form and dead material has a significant role to make this picture of universe as it is.


If one thing is not there, then the picture is different. Going by the same logic, we are all born with a special purpose....to complete this picture as it is.The reason why we met at Press Club, and after the lapse of a few years, only a few are able to contact each other etc are all part of the great phenomenon of uncertainities...which we like to call as the LIFE.


In this journey, we are all with each other and when we are together....we are not alone, we can see feel each other a breath away, sense us and visualise us as virtual beings.....in this plane of existence or even with out the plane, in memories......!!


love and take care


yours anil

Its Wedding time!

A.P.Kishore Kumar, the lighting soul of Press Club Evening Batch weds Bindu on 28th May 2006. Pressmeet.blogspot.com wishes all the best for the couple. (kishore is now working at Surya TV News Desk, Chennai)

Thanks for your blessings!

Thank you all for being with us with prayers and blessings ... Your blessings and wellwishes meant a lot for us

Ramesh and Rajani