Old Wine
To go or not to go… three times I asked the office help desk for the Mumbai-Delhi-Mumbai fares. About twenty days ago, the fare was about eleven thousand, but with a huge assignment in hand, the mind said… forget it, say no. A week later, checked again, the fares had soared to thirteen thousand. The heart silently said, go man. Then, hell broke loose. SixE turned not so SexY… with thousands of flights getting cancelled, I decided to give the reunion a miss. Wrote to my mates, who felt bad but understood and accepted and the final list of thirteen attendees was drawn out minus me. Then some sort of normalcy returned and a day before the get-together, just couldn’t resist myself and booked the tickets. The heart overruled the mind and the pocket. With five of the original set of friends having bid a final hurrah, a voice within said… just go kyonki zindagi na milegi dobara. Some things in life are simply priceless and you would not miss them for anything. For there are friends and then there are those who are more than a lifetime-wale friends.
The joy on the faces when they saw the unexpected fourteenth horseman arrive was something that made the long journey worth every penny spent. Warm hugs, tight hugs and big smiles happened all around and the party got going full speed ahoy. Sometimes people at our homes wonder why this annual reunion is so important… difficult to say why this tradition has been going on for almost 21 years except a couple of years in between that were lost due to the pandemic. Sometimes the attendance is good and friends from across the seas also fly down and at times only a handful come together. But the annual meet of Section 10-C SCS in Nov or Dec is like any festival in India where dates depend upon stars and constellations and here it is usually arrival of a migratory bird from down under.
If I were to think of
some logical reasons why the annual get-together of this Band of Brothers, as
the group of men in their early sixties call themselves, happens year after
year, it would not be easy but I have tried to put together a few.
a. Having been together for over fifty years, this one bond of friendship seems to be oldest in their lives, for even the parents of most of these men are no longer there. This is more like brotherhood that binds them together.
b. They know each other to the core and share the darkest of secrets knowing fully well that things said here will remain within the group. That’s the Code of Brothers and has never been hacked.
c. While some have gone on to become big industrialists and professionals, here those designations and individual wealth do not matter. When they meet and start talking, everything melts away just like yesterday.
d. There is no sense of competition and jealousy that you might find in the groups that are formed in professional institutes and later on in working life. By then innocence is lost and scrape a layer, the comparisons of who did what and how much money the other makes comes out.
e. There is zero element of politics and religion discussed and shared in the group, the sure shot reasons that create heartburns and schisms and often exist in most groups.
f. Everyone knows how many times the other has been caned by the Irish Brothers and what other embarrassment one may have encountered in those early days, the thrashing by the Hindi teacher… everything spills out and so do peals of laughter. In the group, it was ok to be stupid then and it is ok to stay stupid even now.
g. Boys talk of having seen something about the gorgeous looking elocution teacher, the sneak-peek of the biology teacher while getting the notebooks corrected and close encounters with the beauties in the girls’ school across the barbed wire and green fencing, all come out of the closet and they behave as if they are still in their teens. Some, of course, can be ruled out as folk tales but they still make you laugh as adolescents and you never question their authenticity.
The few hours of togetherness in one year are something we all look forward to. Like in Dil Chahta Hai, Saif Ali Khan says, hum cake ke liye kahin bhi jaa sakte hain (we can go anywhere to eat cake), similarly, the Band of Brothers say, hum iss ek din ke liye, kuchh bhi kar sakte hain (for this one day of meeting in a year, we can go to any length). These friends make life, a lot more fun. Finally, let me quote the tennis ace, Maria Sharapova, who once said, ““It's easy to impress me. I don't need a fancy party to be happy. Just good friends, good food, and good laughs. I'm happy. I'm satisfied. I'm content.” Seeing this perfect quote from her, the boys are willing to make one exception and induct the beautiful Maria into their group.
Barfi
Lately, D and I have found a new friend who we long to meet every evening while at our walks. We met him a couple of months ago and he seemed pretty uninterested and bored. He would be in his four-wheeler and would hardly look at us. Slowly he started noticing the two oldies walking together, day after day, while he had his own companion who would not leave his side. A few more months passed and now he would sit up and give us a smile once in a while. Another month passed and he realised that these are good people, people who he can be friends with. And today the situation is that on days when we are unable to go for the evening walks, we miss meeting our friend more than our walks. On days when I am away and only D gets to meet this friend, the first thing I want to know while connecting with her is, …did you meet him…what happened?
Meet our latest best friend Gabbu. He is thirteen months old and still in his diapers but he is truly…nappy mein bhi happy. He never cries and is always smiling. He still moves around in his pram but is someone we long to meet every day. Maybe he too feels the same, so we think, but apart from a little ..mee hee…aa aa… he is still to utter words. Gabbu may not be able to talk as of now but he shows some extraordinary behavioral traits.
Even when he is some distance away with his pram facing the other way, if I clap aloud even once, he turns back instantly and knows his friend has arrived. He will start clapping himself with his tiny hands till I reach close to him when he will throw up his little hands, saying, take me in your arms Big Brother. He is definitely fond of me for I run with him, make him sit atop cars while he bangs his palms on the roofs, he is happy to see his reflection on the window panes of cars parked in the colony and take him anywhere he points his hands to. D is also very fond of him but if I am around, he insists on coming to me but then he has understood that this other walking mate of mine is not happy at what he is doing. He then goes to her arms initially for no more than sixty seconds and then having paid his toll tax, puts up his hands towards me…now take me Buddy. Smart Boy, indeed.
On those days when I am not around, the little master is a different person. Earlier he would just lie down in his pram and keep smiling at D, mocking at her, saying… no, no, no…I am not coming to you. But nowadays he has realised, something is better than just sitting in the pram all through the evening and this lady is able to do a lot of what my other friend did. He now quickly goes to her arms and then tries to make her do all that I do to him; all his instructions are with his hands and eyes. On days when we are out walking and he is nowhere to be seen, other walkers who see us playing with him daily, ask us… where is he? We just smile and say, we are also looking for him. We, too, look a bit lost with every passing round of the walking circuit and hope, he will be there in the next. Sometimes he comes into view and we feel overjoyed and at times, he doesn’t, and we return home disappointed. We think of doing an extra round on days, hoping we might see him at least once.
One day, Gabbu’s father had him in his arms and on seeing me, he jumped straight into my arms as if telling his dad, this guy is more fun than you. Strangely, however, one evening, Gabbu was in his mother’s arms and when we passed by, he acted as if he did not know us at all. I tried to make faces and did some antics, something like Ranbir Kapoor in Barfi, but this young friend of ours saw me and showed no signs of recognition… he looked at his mom and possibly gave her a look to say… who is this funny man, I don’t know him, do you? Why is he acting loony, Mom? That, I suppose is the connect of the umbilical cord every child has and proved to us that the magic of a mother’s touch is stronger than any relationship. Even little Gabbu knows it well at this infant stage.
Soon Gabbu will grow
up and have friends of his own age, with whom he can play, talk and do
innumerable things. Will he be the Little Dennis or Calvin? Who knows, but surely,
he will grow up and long after we have gone, have a Band of Brothers of his
own. We wish him and his family well. See you in the evening Buddy.
