The Class Reps of the ’64 Batch

No one believed that the Class Reps of the Disintegrated Batch of ’64 of CMC , would or could ever fall in love .

Sam and I were the class representatives of the Batch of ‘64 in CMC, during our undergraduate medical studies. We represented two volatile gender  factions, who seemed to be at war with each other all the time.  We were a batch of highly intelligent individuals with opinions that matched our perspicacious personalities. We could never finish a class meeting without a fight and someone walking out in a huff, swearing that they were going to resign from the class, never to return. There was a great divide between the girls on one side and the boys on the other.

The class of ’64,  had an amazing quota of brilliant finishers who went on to make a mark in the world, chasing  stellar careers in both academia and in the remotest ends of need across the world. When we met for our 50 th reunion in 2014, a record number of 49 classmates met.  We had aged and mellowed. A bunch of mature medical care givers who had grown to respect each other over 45 years apart, actually went rushing to greet each other with fond memories.

Sam had joined medicine after his BSc at the Madras Christian College and was four years older than I. He stepped into my life and assumed charge. He looked after me and protected me from the word go.  When I wrote and told my Mum and Dad about Sam in our first year they had a mega-fit. They had not packed any hormones in the green trunk and falling in love was not in the cards. They felt that I was not old enough to decide.

Whenever I went to Singapore on holidays they would try and talk me into giving Sam up. We would have been incommunicado if Preima Doraisamy  our college friend who was also from Singapore and usually home for the same holidays that I was, had not smuggled Sam’s letters in, right under my unsuspecting Mum’s nose.  Sam would post his love letters to her address and she would come to visit me and give me Sam’s letters. Years later when we were married, I told my mum about Preima playing Cupid Courier and she had a good laugh.

The debate lasted six years. When I threatened to stay single the rest of my life, they gave in. The thought of me as a stubborn old maid on their hands must have been the deciding factor in their change of heart.

We were married in Christ Church Singapore on November 27th 1971 and Sam became the son they never had.


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