The band was there. So were the twinkling lights and cameras, the little black dresses and the sequin sarees, the many hued cocktails and the fine scotch, meandering conversations and the mandatory 'siren' kids. It was my school alumni dinner.
Met a few batchmates, but remembered none. A few business cards but not a single familiar face. We talked about teachers and their pet peeves. We talked about secret crushes and hated bullies. We lived nostalgia.
Moment of the night: When the MC mentioned that ours was and still is the biggest school is Asia, Ro turns back open mouthed and looks at me with new respect.
Let down of the night: When S introduced a batchmate and he tom-tomed his superior ranking in our much-hated school practise of academic segregation. "Ohh!I was in D2", he said dismissingly. Everyone knows that D1 and D2 were supposed to be the 'brains' and their combatic spirit could easily put Ponting to shame. They were bred to be snooty, pompous, egotist fools whom the rest of us hated with zeal. Meeting one such specimen after so long brought back that odium. "Ohh! how nice. You must be in Microsoft's board by now. I heard a few from D1 has made it there." Bite me if you must, but I couldn't let him walk away with glee. Typically I am not such a bitch but some people just inspire.
A little more smiles and small talk over dinner. Then batch photos. A few byes and goodnights. Finally it was over.
This was my first concious effort to work on renewing old contacts and a promise made this year to network better.