My earliest memory of school is the ride to the school in the bus. A girl, studying in the same class as mine, used to get on the bus much before me. For whatever reason, she always sat in the 2nd ‘big’ seat in the bus. The ‘big’ seat was called so because it used to seat 3 people. I started sitting beside her. Another classmate, getting on the bus much after me, started occupying the 3rd seat. The first was Sachita and the second was Shruti. May be it had something to do with getting access to one of the best seats in the bus or something to do with studying in the same class, but we 3 soon became very good friends.
We used to go to each other’s place on birthdays & other days and our moms and families started knowing each other. Obviously, proximity to our houses helped…but these were my first set of friends in school. A year later when Sachita’s sister also started in the same school, we started to either take turns in sitting or simply made way for all 4. So, I got introduced to the 4th seat much before using the Mumbai trains :)
Our sections in school were changed in class 8, but nevertheless, we had the bus to catch up. However, that changed when I shifted to a different place. We remained in touch till class 12, after which each of us went their separate ways. I chose Eco, Shruti chose Commerce and Sachita chose to go into fashion designing. As it normally happens, we drifted apart and lost touch over the years. We would have hardly talked to each other over the last 7 years.
Last November Shruti tied the knot. She had called up to invite me. I had almost thought of giving the wedding a miss – we have nothing in common now, I won’t know a soul there etc were my thoughts. However, 2 weeks before the wedding, I was just getting back to office from a meeting when Shruti spotted me. She was with her Mom on one of the endless shopping sprees. We stopped, caught up over a chai on the pavement and reminisced about the old times. Her Mom remembered small small instances that both of us had forgotten. It was exactly like being back in her house. And yes, I did go to her wedding :)
Last December, Sachita sent her wedding invite. She also called me last week. That’s when she told how she convinced her family for an inter caste wedding (she liked a batchmate, who was a Bengali). Today was her wedding. Having been caught up with work, I just somehow managed to reach her wedding just before the crowds came in to meet her and leave immediately. She was still getting ready and the place was teeming with the caterers putting the final touches. Suddenly I saw an old lady shuffling. I went up to her and asked her if she was Sachita’s grandmother. She said she was and then asked who I was. As soon as I told her my name, she gave me a big smile and hugged me. We then sat and chatted while waiting for the bride. What was amazing was that Dadu (that’s how Sachita addresses her grandmom) remembered everything about me. She remembered how many sisters and brother I had and enquired about each of them! She also lamented that while she was very happy with the groom and his family, the fact that they were not Maarwaaris, still rankled a bit – guess the biases will remain for some more time in Maadus! We would have waited for close to 15-20 mins for Sachita to come, but never once did I feel out of place. Maybe, that’s what they call providence and friends for keeps :)
