So finally we got together in the place where we met for the first time, our beloved school.

We sat on the floor that we once have walked upon for many times, glorifying our time, existence and our identity.

We had a number of familiar faces, now like broken pieces of a large painting. When we get with the pieces and put them together, we get the painting that seems to be exactly identical to the excellent days we have once passed.

Today we saw many of those faces. Some we saw and screamed with the name at once, some took few seconds for recognition. Some went with unprecedented fat like me; some appeared to have looked like John Wayne’s late days; although most of them appeared to be what they looked like in those days. However ultimately the meetings were full of screams and hugs, screaming by names, chattering by memories, with exchanging mobile numbers or Facebook account names and also with the disappointment and outrage at those who missed the meet.

We gazed at the ground, at the narrow paths, at the buildings, though it was dark and drizzling. We looked at the Bell Tower which seemed to be too high when we were kids and saw that from the ground. Now our eyes, used to bunch of skyscrapers in the Bangladesh or abroad, don’t find Bell Tower to be that high. The ground also appeared to be smaller than we have once been used to see it.

The last few sentences should have meant us to be the raised children looking at a long lost native. But for the Laboratorians it actually ain’t like that. I can strongly state that Laboratorians keep themselves stringed with the school related stuffs more than the students of many other institutions. Staying home or abroad, former students of Government Laboratory High School emotionally keep a very tighter bond with their school mates and also the school itself. Facebook and other internet social networks have pushed it few steps ahead.

The Iftar get-together of 2003 Laboratorians today hasn’t been a reunion after quite long pause. The last reunion we had was during the closing of the last year, which was quite much populated thus has been illustriously memorable.