This post is dedicated to our Alma Mater, St. Ignatius Convent Girls HSS, the pride of Palayamkottai. The supreme delight of my visit to Detroit was, it turned out to be a great reunion of three friends, one a US citizen, another a Canadian Citizen and the third an Indian citizen but all the proud products of the great St. Ignatius Convent HSS, Palayamkottai.
Almost two months are going to be over after my landing in India. Preoccupied with so many other activities and travel, I could not post any thing, making me even guilty for not giving priority to my interest in writing. Finally the day has come.
Nearly three and a half decades ago ,a set of about ten to twelve girls used to sit in a circle under the shades of the tree and have lunch, exchanging not only the the items of food but also the views on all subjects on earth, articles from newspapers, magazines etc. Happy, memorable and carefree days. Not even one among the teen aged girls had even dreamt, three of these school mates would meet, drive on the roads of US and enjoy a week end in their "fifties". In those early 1970's ,going to US was like going to Paradise
.
I am from India, one of the friends has settled in Toronto, Canada and the other one has made Detroit her home .Both of them work for MNC's .As there was a slip in my Canadian Visa, my friend drove all the way from Toronto to Detroit to spend the week end with both the school mates. Back in India also, right from being the First lady of India, women excel in all the fields and are equal to men. Yet my friend, driving all the way alone for 4 hours ,which is very common there, to meet a class mate, made me proud and happy.
A delicious dinner was arranged for all of us, including my sister in law from Chennai and my brother's family. I spent the night in my friend's place and the three friends went down the memory lane with the recap. of the good, old happy days. Both the friends, though for different destinations left India in the same year 1985.The friendship continued through air mail letters, costing around Rs.10, something precious in those days. Today even a 100 rupee seems to have no value.
The contact through' Face Book may be instant, wide and fast. It gives us " pleasure" which can never be the same as the joy derived from the airmail letters of those days, safely treasured to be read repeatedly. This "joy and pleasure" can be felt only by those who have experienced both ways of contact.
Almost two months are going to be over after my landing in India. Preoccupied with so many other activities and travel, I could not post any thing, making me even guilty for not giving priority to my interest in writing. Finally the day has come.
Nearly three and a half decades ago ,a set of about ten to twelve girls used to sit in a circle under the shades of the tree and have lunch, exchanging not only the the items of food but also the views on all subjects on earth, articles from newspapers, magazines etc. Happy, memorable and carefree days. Not even one among the teen aged girls had even dreamt, three of these school mates would meet, drive on the roads of US and enjoy a week end in their "fifties". In those early 1970's ,going to US was like going to Paradise
.
I am from India, one of the friends has settled in Toronto, Canada and the other one has made Detroit her home .Both of them work for MNC's .As there was a slip in my Canadian Visa, my friend drove all the way from Toronto to Detroit to spend the week end with both the school mates. Back in India also, right from being the First lady of India, women excel in all the fields and are equal to men. Yet my friend, driving all the way alone for 4 hours ,which is very common there, to meet a class mate, made me proud and happy.
A delicious dinner was arranged for all of us, including my sister in law from Chennai and my brother's family. I spent the night in my friend's place and the three friends went down the memory lane with the recap. of the good, old happy days. Both the friends, though for different destinations left India in the same year 1985.The friendship continued through air mail letters, costing around Rs.10, something precious in those days. Today even a 100 rupee seems to have no value.
The contact through' Face Book may be instant, wide and fast. It gives us " pleasure" which can never be the same as the joy derived from the airmail letters of those days, safely treasured to be read repeatedly. This "joy and pleasure" can be felt only by those who have experienced both ways of contact.
