Guys and gals, it is wonderful to be back in touch!!

Thanks to communication technology, we folks, flung far wide across this globe, have come together to feel once again the yesterdays that we spent together.

Never mind the fact that it is development in communication technology that took us to distant corners of the world in the first place!

But, surely, in this age of ?connected world?, we also feel the pain of disconnectedness. There is no dearth of entertainment that we can turn to and no dearth of activities that we can do to keep ourselves engaged. But we feel, albeit fleetingly, a sense of something missing.

There was a time when our only stimulation was the greenery of the valley outside? the college. Or the full glass lemon tea in the MC. Or a game of football or cricket in the evening. Or the smell of flesh and blood and sweat of our friends, while watching TV in the common room. The Atha-pookkalam or the Thiruvathira played out in heavenly white attire in enchanting rhythms provided the occasional flood of stimulation. The wave like morning procession from LH of the angels on earth in tandem would have brought many weak hearts to a crashing stop. And the brain of some of us and the brawn of some of the wrestling and boxing gods amongst us kept the goddesses glued in.

Alas, those were the days!

While we would have come very far in our lives and achieved a lot, we know that what makes us truly happier are not the great things that we managed to do. We might feel pride in whatever we did in the years that went by, but what makes the life worth cherishing are the little moments in which we did much little things, in the company of our friends and loved ones. The little things we did in our hostel corridors, in the class rooms, on the way to MC and on the way to LH and in the valley. Those moments, when we would not have known our true calling in life, but spent in absolute purposelessness, come back haunting us every now and then, rekindling whatever spirits still remain in us, as if to remind us that living in the now and enjoying the little things that life throw at us is the true purpose of life.

Away from the maddening crowds of cities, the mind numbing concrete jungles, the buzzing and booming circus of explosive stimulation bombarding us every moment, from the torrent of minute by minute bites screaming across our screens apparently in the name of communication, let us escape. Escape to an idyllic peace. To sanity.

To do the little things once again, to relish and relive those small small things that have turned into our fondest memories. To talk to and to touch each other, to know once again what talking and touching means. To know what real love and humane communication means. It may not tickle our senses as much as an artificial joke on social media could. But it could churn and stir our souls. Once again.

Yes, we are taking a ride to our past, to our most treasured memories, to the place where all of us could call home: REC Calicut.

REC Calicut is calling. Be There! It will be Yesterday Once More!