This post somewhat relates to an article written last year. Hence the sequel.

So much has changed over the first quarter of 2016, both personally and in a global sense. Do we change ourselves according to prevailing times, or do  we remain rock solid? This is a question which has troubled me ever since hitting puberty. Talking of puberty, it was decades ago. Phew! Growing old doesn’t seem fun anymore.

National festivals with the added benefit of consequent holidays means that I get to visit my hometown, granted that I get some additional leave from office. සුභ අළුත් අවුරුද්දක් වේවා/A Happy Sinhala and Hindu New Year, to all you readers out there first of all.

So once again I got to visit some of my oldest friends I’ve made since school days, who doesn’t move out of my hometown ever. Inseparable once upon a time, now we have nothing in common except for being born and bred in the same town. Nobody touches the topics of Politics, Family, Jobs or anything which concerns current times. It’s all about the mischief that we got it into at school. Thinking about those days, what rascals we were to have done some of the things I can’t mention here. Nevertheless, there always is a special bunch of kids who are loved and cared for by the teachers, no matter how much trouble they get into it. Some of us fell into that category.

It is an understatement if I say that I love my school. I absolutely adore and treasure my school, friends and teachers to the very core of my soul. Whoever I am today, I owe it to them wholeheartedly. So it goes without saying that I’d jump at a chance to travel back in time, just to see myself and my pals going at it again.

Those teachers who played a big role in the making of us are no longer teaching at school. Just reminds me how old we are, and how old they might be right now. It brought tears to my eyes when I saw some pictures of them from one of the events held by the Past Teachers’ Association’s at school recently. Though we hardly saw eye to eye on matters, they all seem to have focused on the bigger picture, which didn’t dawn on us at the time. Seeing them grown all old and weary is just a sad sight, and does take so much of effort to keep a straight face.

Just wanted to say that I love you, my oldest mates and teachers.