Let us talk about flowers; they grow in our gardens, in dense thick jungles, on barren sand in the desert, in the crevices of the high mountains, the still ponds and in the murky, boggy, mud. Of different color, shape and size they all look beautiful more so when arranged in a bouquet.
The 53 of us after a lapse of 50 years of togetherness as intimate inseparable students congregated at the College of Military Engineering, Pune. The assembly of the veteran gents and their wives configured into a very delightsome and relishable ‘Dosti Ka Guldasta,’ a friendship bouquet.
The flowers in the bouquet arranged by the florist have different fragrances; the flower in the Dosti Ka Guldasta has only one fragrance, that of the bonding and binding ‘Dosti’!
Effervescent and ebullient Shashi Pitre with his equally bubbling and buoyant colleagues made our stay memorable and unforgettable.
Hari Uniyal laughed and laughed and I think Damini is catching up with the infection, if not she will after watching him in the video!
At the CME main building and the campus. Yes Guddo, Madan is a genius, his name on the honour board confirms it!
It was Tipsy Choudhary all the way! There were other many fine uncut and unheard new talents who regaled us for over two hours through soft and sweet songs and ghazals.
Thank you Bombay Sappers for the lovely lunch in your equally lovely dining hall!
Chandrika Narain, the first lady of the course, gracious and congenial as always. We were honoured and grateful to be in the company of the wives of our buddies who left us for their heavenly abode. Thank you all.
The graceful and ever smiling Anita Sawhny who did revive her pleasant memories of the time spent at CME when her father was its Commandant!
Each and everyone said that they missed Nilofar; dear folks thank you; so did I !!!