The homecoming @35

Class of 1983. Yep! 35 years after graduating from medical school, this bunch of crazy, lovely, wonderful and great people still managed to come together from all parts of the country and the world to be with one another for our alumni homecoming.

This year, we were the coral jubilarians. It was a festive and memorable occasion. While I missed some other gatherings of our batch, I could not help reminisce those crazy times we shared.

School wasn’t just about coming to class and taking and passing the exams. It wasn’t just about studying to get a diploma (though I got mine a few months later than my batch mates). It was having fun and learning at the same time.

After medical school, we all went separate ways. Our journeys may have been different. Some married. Some stayed single. Some worked for the government. Others the academe. Others the corporate world. And most of us went into private practice. Then there were those who passed away. Too soon.

Homecomings remind us of the camaraderie we all share, even after school. It’s a beautiful reminder that life goes on and only we can chart our destinies.

The class of 83 is family to me.

We are like branches on a tree. We grow in different directions. Yet our roots remain as one.

I will always be grateful to my Alma Mater and my professors who have molded us into who, what and where we are today.

Until the next five years again my friends when all roads lead us back home.