wHo LovES aNonYMouS?

the really sad part of hvaing a kindergarten reunion, was the guy who started contactng ppl, and trying to make the groups?? no one could remember him.

i mean he was this really sweet guy. who had this class picture, and was trying to bring everyone together. and he remembered EVERYone. hunting for them online, reminding them, creating the yahoo group, etc etc.
it usually went like -
"heyy u rem me? i'm XYZ, from youe 2nd std class!!"
"ummm no, not really"
"heyy u know, i was in the class along with this and this and this"
"heyyy ya... NOW i remember" [ faking it so as to not hurt the feelings of your childhood buddy ]

but then ofcourse this one guy DID remember him. and then we were all happy to see each other again. and everyone was glad that XYZ had brought us together...yaaay.
and with the girls it was the usual "OMG i can't believe this, do u remember how we did this... and how we did that..." and more online shrieking and laughing and all that hoohaa.
guys were more circumspect.
"watsup dude. good to see u"
"yup"
"yup"

and after all that. and 20 years. and finding out how differently we had all turned out. it WAS kind of wierd.
the toppers of the class then were engineers, architects, not so many doctors for some reason. mid rung guys [ purely academically ] were lawyers, business management, gemologist, air hostess etc. there was someone in marketing. music composer, hotel management.... some hard core party drinkers, one lesbian.......

some ppl still studying. masters, mba, that kind of stuff. most were in the US....

all very interesting. and then there was the awkward silence where we didn't have anything to say. and finally the silence widened and got so huge. no one knew how to bridge the gap anymore. its also wierd, but i really didn't want to meet them.

anyways. the point of the post was the anonymity some ppl have. no one knew XYZ. but EVERYone remembered another guy STR. he wasn't the most liked. just that everyone remembered him. i was somewhere in between. some ppl remembered me. like my best friends. not all the guys. most of the girls. i was kind of shy back then.

for the rest of my life, thats what i thought i was. always a bit of an intravert u know. just famous amongst my friends for being crazy, but relatively unknown to the popular crowd. that illusion was shattered when i was standing in indaranagar waiting for a bus to go somewhere. this girl keeps turning back and looking at me. and i didn't really notice.
and then she walks up to me and goes "excuse me, aren't you ________??"

i was aghast.

good lord, am i on some illegal websites somewhere, with my head sticthed to someone else's body?? [ its unfortunate that's the first thought that occurred to me. yes yes i KNOW. mind in the gutter and all that. BUT STILL :O ]

"umm yeah, but i'm sorry do we know each other"
"oh no. not really. i'm from NIE, the other famous college in mysore"
"oh and how did u know me"
"oh i'd heard about u in the hostel"

[ waaaaaaaaaaaaaat. hostel?? HOSTEL?? why are random ppl from other colleges discussing me in their hostels?? heyy as far as I KNOW, i have not done anything worth notice. i'm blending in with the wall. this is me, trying to ble---nnn-d in. i don't want to be notorious, popular or anything. i have enough ppl trying to send me to the mental institute or suggesting psychiatric services already... hmmmph.... ]

and while i looked on flabbergasted at her, she gave me a kind pitying smile....just when i was about to ask her to tell me more... that's when the bus arrived and she left.

:O

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