It has been a trying week being down with one infection or the other. One of my problems with illness is that beyond the discomfort, the lying in, the medicines, etc., it annoys me immensely. Not very mature of me but that is how I feel. I fret about lost time. About being confined at home; never mind that some days I would rather be shut in the house by myself and have a ball. But then that would be by choice, not circumstance.

When I decided last evening to attend the luncheon hosted by an old friend to celebrate his daughter’s wedding reception, it was not with the intent to get out of the house somehow or to be socially correct. I realized that bad throat and all, I wanted to go. I went to bed wishing myself to be well in the morning. And voila! I felt good enough to go.

We are not a group of people who meet often – sometimes we meet only once a year. This could be at a wedding, a birthday bash, and sometimes, a funeral. There is little or no calling – invitations go on often only on WhatsApp and funnily enough, everyone who can, shows up.

We connected first because of our parents. We met in the Railway colony of a small town where our fathers were posted. But it was our mothers who became the closest of friends. We were thrown together a lot and possibly realized that the only way through this problem was through it. We liked each other enough to spend long hours in summer playing Monopoly, cycling in the colony, or swimming in the pool at the club. While the youngest in the group was in primary school, the oldest was graduating from high school. Soon the fathers were posted elsewhere, and everyone went to find their futures in India and beyond.

Whenever we found ourselves in the same town, we would meet because our parents took us everywhere with them. “You will be bored?” ‘Nonsense”. Somewhere along the way, often on the periphery of each other’s life, we remained connected. And now, even in the absence of many of the people who brought us together, we remain connected.  

There is a deep sense of belonging in being part of a group that has known you all your life. They are an extended part of your family, spouses, children, et al. Being with them brings back happy memories of childhood, a time all but forgotten. Of people no longer with us and yet there in spirit. Today, as I laughed among friends, I felt so content. It reminded me of the theme song of an old American sitcom, ‘Cheers’.

Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
and they’re always glad you came.
You wanna go where everyone knows your name!