Reflections on a 33-Year BCJ Reunion
When you hear the word reunion, what’s the first thing that comes to your mind? For me its joy. I have to say that I have been fortunate to be a part of three such sweet reunions over the last six months. First for those completed MCJ in Osmania and moved on to Communication & Journalism careers in Universities, second one my MCJ colleagues of 1986-87 batch of Osmania and last the sweetest of all, our BCJ batch. So what’s so special about reunions? As you know, mostly reunions happen in the circle after not seeing each other in person for decades, though you might be in touch with them through technology which did not happen in my case for 33 years--too long a periods. Even as I write this article, I am excited for all the reunions held at my place specifically designed for those. It’s great to meet many of them whom I haven’t seen for a while, who come from outside the state too. 33 years later, does reality bite? It was 1984, but it could have been any yea