A school reunion 25 years in the making

What you end up remembering isn’t always the same as what you have witnessed.

-Julian Barnes, The sense of an ending

A bus rumbled through a sleepy town, past rocky hillocks and green fields, past garish hand painted walls, past a greying sky pregnant with nostalgia and the chance of rain. Little did we know the rain were to play a cathartic role in our trip.

Oblivious to the varying landscape, inside the bus sat 23 stories bound together by the destination. Laughter and untold stories reverberated across every seat setting the stage for a magical weekend. 

It was my 25th year after I had left Rishi valley and here we were together travelling back in time to rediscover hundreds of memories walking the 350 acre campus. I had joined the school 34 years ago as a little boy. 

We had come together from destinations around the world to meet again and find ourselves. London, Hong Kong, California, New York, Abu Dhabi and from across India my batch mates had traversed and hopped aboard the bus at Bangalore. 

We never missed a beat. One hug and we were perfectly back in sync, back as little kids without pretense cloaked in an aura of trust and camaraderie. 

Rishi Valley School sits nestled as a valley between rocky hills and lush green trees. Over 80 years the school still retained its soul, choosing to stay untouched by technology or modernity. Rishi valley wears it austerity proudly and this serves as one of the greatest catalysts for students. 

We stared silently as the campus and the neighboring hills loomed through the windows. A 6 hour bus ride riddled with food breaks, pit stops and leg stretches had brought us now to the gate of our childhood. Grinning 40 somethings arriving at a campus that had once transformed and evolved each of us. 
RV as we called it fondly, was exactly as we remembered it. Each of us hopped off the bus, to be welcomed by the splendor of this picturesque campus. A gentle breeze ran across Neem leaves, past tamarind and eucalyptus trees. The wind scurried past and swung open metal doors that creaked, it shook yellow petals down onto the road into a beautiful carpet. The architecture stood simple and austere, hand in hand with the scenic campus amidst chirping birds. 

The caretaker Gopal walked out of the guest house timeless,exactly as we remembered him. De ja vu could have been his middle name as he near perfectly guessed each of our names and welcomed us back. We morphed into school kids in an instant as we nosedived into our school days. The reunion had shifted gears. 

Over the next 2 days we immersed ourselves in our school days reliving each moment. We walked to every corner of the campus, to our classrooms through the years, meeting teachers, visiting the hostels, the assembly. Having current students on campus made it even more real as we saw ourselves in them. 

We shared anecdotes at each location, reminding each other and shaking up forgotten events. We relished the food, sang songs together in the music room, danced old folk dances we were taught, climbed the hills and played sports too. A few woke up at the crack of dawn and jogged to the mouth of the valley and back and survived to tell the tale. It is amazing what the sound of birds, silence and the lack of wi fi can do for the mind. We were instantly refreshed wearing the grin of our school days proudly on display. 

On the last evening, we sat on the terrace together. The moon hid behind dark clouds as we peddled ghost stories and played songs from the eighties. The mood shifted with the weather and a magical connection wove its way across each of us. We were suddenly amongst friends, people we knew for over 3 decades, people we have grown up with. As the clouds parted and it rained heavily, something magical happened. 

We opened our hearts and shared our thoughts without fear of judgement. Amongst our oldest friends we rained our stories, we bared our soul and spoke of happiness, of trials and challenges. That evening we suddenly stood united as one unit. We felt lighter and realized that these are friends who will be there for each other no matter what. Within that paradigm shift, we suddenly wove a wonderful web of trust and connectivity that would now stay with us for the rest of our lives. 

We travelled back from school as one close knit family. I discovered so many little anecdotes and stories realizing how they have shaped who I am today. I left younger, clearer and recharged. I left school with a bunch of friends suddenly much more closer than I ever knew them. I left school discovering myself a lot more. I left school with a warm fuzzy feeling and a glow. There was an energy and positivity inwards that even days at a holiday retreat couldn’t bring alive. 

That’s what a school reunion does. Nostalgia is one helluva volatile catalyst of positivity!

11 thoughts on “A school reunion 25 years in the making

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  1. Just loved your blog on your reunion.
    Our son is a current study at RV and I’m sure he too shall grow up with such takes to tell .
    We’ve seen him grow into this amazing individual and we learn from him each and every time we spend time with him .
    What an amazing place to be !

  2. beautiful photographs and some good thoughts… Rishi Valley is indeed a unique place and an amazing institution; more than a school, it is a life transforming place, that endures with time, dynamic and ever changing and yet, somehow, so calm and still, as if nothing has ever moved…some say a still mind is the most creative and intelligent mind..that is what rishi valley evokes..

  3. Lovely post Sajith. Sadly, missed my 25th and haven’t been back since college post-RV! You take me back to my days there, though I am pretty sure wouldn’t jog to the mouth or even to signpost!! Thanks for the nostalgia trip!

  4. Well said Sajith. The group of 1956-65 to which I belonge brought out a book on our reminiscences of our days at RVS – that is what we call the school. This group has made at least 3 visits so far and a fourth is on the anvil early next year!
    When we first joined the School it was largely influenced by J Krishnamurthy with whom we had the privilege of spending time with during his visit and heard such amazing concepts as the Observer becoming the observed simultaneously in the same person – a concept that does exist in Hindu scriptures as I later found!

    What I find remarkable is that, many of us of that time and who are in close contact have very similar moral values. Most of use are now 70+ and many of us continue to work, some in the financial sphere some in the IT are and some in social/community work, some of us live overseas but all of us are within each others’ thoughts and are avid communicators.

    Jayant Yardi, Melbourne
    RVS – 1956-60

    1. Wow Jayant. Thank you for these amazing words. You are so right there is a moral value that binds us all. Wonderful hearing your thoughts and views. Do let me know how your next reunion goes. Where can I see snippets of your batch book

    2. Hi Jayant

      Our daughter has just completed 2 years at RV and I am just starting to feel how the simplicity and serenity of RV is starting to shape up my daughter’s values and personality. It is so amazing and satisfying for us to see her grow there.
      We live in Melborne too. I would welcome the idea of meeting and talking about RV.

  5. Hi Sajith,ur post brought back memories of our time in school.The pics were lovely.I belong to the’78 batch.kartik&sunil were my classmates.

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