A meeting

Yesterday, I met an old friend from school who is settled in London now. Such are the perks of living in Delhi. There is a pattern to our interactions which goes in a way that after 2004, our interactions have been mostly once in two years. The last time we met in our hometown according to him was to bring me ‘ivory sheets’ in 2004; I studied advertising at graduation. Well, when I was in the process of choosing, qualifying and taking admission in this course from apparently the best college in the capital of the state of Bihar, I had to batten down the hatches. Obviously no? Which parent of the 2000s would have understood and approved of Advertising as a subject to study? It was a long battle which I eventually won with the only consolation for my father that ‘She is studying in the best college of the city’ and never wanting to spell any further details. Yesterday was almost like rediscovering a ‘me’ that I had buried in oblivion. The juvenile days of class 8-10 were recalle...