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Reflections on a 33-Year BCJ Reunion

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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

Short memories of my BCJ classmates..

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This is the first in the series of my feedback on my batch mates with due respects to all and those who came to Reunion Get together organized on July 16 last making it a most memorable Sunday for all of us. Happiness is…meeting an old friend or class mate after a long time and feeling nothing has changed. But in the case of Vijay Simha and me everything seemed to have changed as only the loud ringing sound of my mobile phone audible to both me and the caller standing next was the lone saving grace for identification. Such has been the change from head of hair to fully trimmed hair with absolutely no change in physique. Happy Reunion after 33 years between us took place on July 11 last in my University with a hug. This has resulted in unquestionably a grandiose Talk on Future of News Room in India with journalism students of our University and other colleagues virtually mobbing Vijay Simha after the Talk for further queries, selfies and what not. I too equally hogged the lim