2017 has been a year of action. A lot happened over coffee, tea, internet and mainly WhatsApp; since we made a college group. Just in case you’re wondering which college?
I met many long-lost friends and made some new ones. There are quite a few who I never met in college or I don’t remember our acquaintance clearly. Maybe, too much alcohol has eaten away my memory. Kindly stay from it.
I mean from memory, not alcohol.
Coming back to the point, Vipul Sanghvi is one man who has taken a special place since we have ganged-up through the digital conversations we have.
Although, he’s the one I don’t know much about, writing on him is a sheer joy because I love the unknown. Such people are my guiding spirit as they throw me in a deep challenge, and hence Vipul is probably the first person on whom I am trying to write; without having much understanding about him.
But, you don’t need to know everything about a person, right? Sometimes, a few minutes of the meeting—physical or digital—is enough to get inspired.
The muse aka guiding the spirit of this story is a reservoir of joy. He’s always laughing and making others do the same. And believe me, this is an art and craft that few in this world possess.
He’s a magician. He has won my heart in no time.
The story started somewhere around 1995-2000 when we first met in college. I don’t remember many encounters but we knew each other. He told me that I was popular—I don’t for what? I am sure for some shitty things I did back then. We connected well in junior college. After that, I don’t know what happened and I am quite sure that some devil in me must have caused this transformation.
Cut to—BTW, I still do shitty things!
I heard about this college WhatsApp and wanted to be a part of it; desperately. I have a strong urge to stay connected with past glory, and college days were one of the finest years of my life—good college, good people; especially all those beautiful girls!
I can’t forget her. She was so…
Coming back to the main topic, I requested my friend Puneet many times and one fine day, I got added to the group. My joy was unlimited. I immediately sought for the administrator of the group and came to know that Vipul is one of them. I called him immediately and we spoke for a couple of minutes.
Its been a year since I joined the gang; again, and this time is digital. We also had a reunion in 2017 where I was fortunate to meet him and other friends.
Vipul is an extremely busy man. The best part is I even don’t know what he does. I haven’t met him in two decades and so totally lost with his social, personal or private information. Well, I don’t think anyone needs to know anyone private information, personal is little OK—like about family, work etc. But thanks to social media, we can see everyone’s social life. I get to see some of this posts on Facebook; especially about family, general stuff and his active life in the sports club.
Although we don’t get to interact much, I still make time and effort to stay active in our digital gang; but sometimes I am ultra-active. That is the time he sets me straight. Actually, like a mad horse, I keep running in all directions and sometimes, needs someone to hold my rein and make me aware of my madness.
I apologize but that’s how ultra-creative people are!
Mad, and fearless.
But I always listen to him. We don’t know each other and so there’s no point in judging or assuming things. I am sure someday we’ll meet and get to know more about each other. BTW, we’re meeting again this year, as usual, he has organized everything with the co-administrator—Samir.
18 years after college has brought so many transformations in him, in me. The tapori, dumb and pesky college student has now metamorphosed into a butterfly; or maybe something like it.
I am talking about myself.
Alright, I apologize. Not butterfly, but I am on my way for a metamorphosis!
There is so much to know about each other. Every human is a living novel for me—so much to learn, so much to get inspired. I think I am going to have to write a part two of this blog post because unless I write the real story of Vipul, this blog post won’t do justice.
Meanwhile, I offer my gratitude to this man who has become my muse, a guiding star and opened a door of opportunities. I am quite confident that I can write more and more on amazing humans; even if I don’t know them well.
Deep down there’s one connection we all have. We all are humans and filled with loving-kindness. Vipul has just become a conduit to teach me this valuable lesson in life and has given me an opportunity to dive into the world of unknown.