Follow-Up Notes: Another Reunion

Although not a betting man, had it been foretold that I would one day dance with Sudhir Ranjan, I would have wagered that likelihood. This past August a sultry summer morning found us headed to New York City, Despite the early hour a steady stream of traffic was converging into Manhattan. As we navigated the streets towards the Grand Hyatt on Park Avenue the commuters were already well into their day and the ubiquitous signs of commerce and busy lives-cell phones, pagers, laptops all abundantly in evidence.

The CME conference got under way after a couple of cups coffee. I cannot believe I have participated in an educational event where a tray of namkeen was passed around. Even though it was after discussion of cardiac risk factors, it was a nice touch and energy scooped up.

I attended only a single day of re-union. Nevertheless, I thought the attendance could have been better, especially amongst Maulanians living close by. What was it that kept them away? Expense, conflicting schedules, the balancing act between professional and personal lives. Weight gain, hair loss? All things for the executive board to consider in the planning of future events.

There was adequate time between the events to explore the down town area. Several of us from the class of 69-74 took a ride to the financial district and ground zero to see when the impossible had happened. The loss and devastation were saddening.

By evening thick clouds were collecting and the skies were over cast as we embarked on a dinner cruise. Plenty of reminiscing followed amidst food, drink and music. In addition to old colleagues I was pleasantly surprised to come across two schoolmates from St. Xavier’s, Delhi.

The upper deck offered panoramic views of Manhattan as we cruised the Hudson. The skyscrapers, the bridges, and the lights blinking in the gathering dusk. Soon there were bolts of lightening, thunder and a driving rain. On the deck below Daler Mahendi was belting out – Sade nal rahoo ge te ash karo ge and Maulanians cavorted on the dance floor. Through the mist and darkness the Statue of Liberty became visible with Ellis Island along side. It stood majestic, elegant , undaunted, unafraid, still a welcoming beacon to immigrants to the new world.

The rain let up. The boat gently turned and headed up the Hudson. Before the statue of Liberty began to recede from view, for one moment we were directly in front, an inspiring sight made all the more poignant by our earlier Ground Zero visit, the promise and hope of a bright tomorrow restored.

The famed Manhattan skyline stood behind . A plane gently descended towards JFK in the distance just as it had many years ago with some of us on board.

I pointed out the many faces of unfolding evocative imagery to Sudhir, who stood at the deck, hands gripping the railing. From below softer sounds wafted above –Bolay choodian We moved to the center of the deck and began to dance with our friends.

Tilak K Verma MD MBA

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