Or as Tushar calls it, our most expensive lunch
VIII G (1992)
This is my class. I’m third from the left in the back row, under the eyebrows. Next to me is Vaidehi Natu. It wouldn’t be inappropriate to draw a heart around our heads. I was that much in love with her. Sad to say, she was in love with Ekta Bhatia. Ekta did give her a photo frame of Radha-Krishna (the deities) that said ‘I love you’. I could never compete with that.
I believe you can choose your heaven to spend eternity in. I would choose 1992 and class VIII G. We were all friends and If I don’t remember some names, it’s only because my brain has dimmed because of wishing fervently for 1992 to return.
This picture cost:
Rs 6,896 [Tickets for two, back and forth] + Rs 400 [A glass of Coke] + Rs 700 [A plate of cherry, cheese and pineapple starters] + Several reminders to Neomi who seemed to be the only person who had it
This is Navin John.
Navin was with me in Standard III and IV. He killed my penguin water-bottle. Obviously, he does not remember this.
This is Rishikesh Yalanavar.
He was my first enlightened crush, meaning I was aware I had a crush on him. I will spare you the details. We used to be in cultural programs together and I always wished I was partnered with him. Unfortunately, my dancing partner was Vaidehi. My mother used to choreograph most of these programs. That may have something to do with it.
This is Tushar’s permanent pose of languid insolence.
But he was the most charming companion. Complete strangers (my friends) were asking him the secret to a good marriage. Not once did he say it was beating up your spouse. He also gave up his window seat on the plane for me, twice.
This is the International Man of Mystery
He was wearing a black trench-coat over a blazer and carried a black umbrella with a curved wooden handle and a black fedora. He had draped himself in a corner, next to his mom, begging all to check him out. The temperature outside was 30ish degrees Celsius. He was going to Kolkata.