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Day 2 of the KVMAA Meet 28th Dec 2008

Began as any day, plan of a jolly meet, a lovely beach resort soaks in sun's rays, A scenic mid morning drive for the group, To sit around, reflect on bygone days. . So many reminisce about school, the fond memories of friends and mates, while others of teachers, the good ol' days of yore, opening mind's sluice gates. . Not all good in those memories, the years give a certain privilege to speak, of the unspoken malice, words, and acts dealt onto those that were meek. . Aspro, choicest remedy for all, only side effects joy and very rarely a "kick". Was it a twin brother that delivered it or a stunt double that pulled that antic? . And there was another immortal one, "Echoing" among all that were present, Praise, not always, for this "white" man, Eyes well up for the one that is absent. . The young seek more fun with seniors, begin where other ends, a singing game, that captures the Mighty spirit, don't let it end but keep alive this KVMAA flame. . Then, arrival of "sprint queen of KVM", accompanied by an entire entourage, Many queue up to greet, after three decades, this R mystique is no mirage. . After a sumptuous midday indulgence, a ride back for some rest and a siesta.... A ride into the evening, as hills beckon, for the Grand Finale of this fine Fiesta. . Evening to remember full of spirits overflowing and doing Bacchus proud, Mind rules of dance while you tiptoe, to the bar, to join the tipsying crowd. . Naughty games, Captain now unfolds, Watch, as with every fold, fun doubles, Feet firm on ground, hold 'em tight, and plan quickly for next of those cuddles. . Evening winds down, thoughts of an end one sees, in the eyes of those gathered, Valedictions for the dancing queen and king, silently this loud night that withered. . Till next time, we all say, till next time, And a next time there shall be, by Jove! maybe never the same as the first, but equal in Mighty spirit and unfiltered love. . My heart yearns for more of the same, O! How it yearns for more n more n more.... . Sreeram ('80)

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