After our peregrinations through foreign lands, many of us came from the four corners of the world, from every inhabited continent bar South America, to rejoin our classmates who remained in India, as we returned to the land that raised and shaped us. We returned to the city that housed our beloved school, that hallowed plot on the ancient Armenian Street, where stands one of the oldest schools on the subcontinent, the one that bred and fed us, that nurtured and formed us. We returned to our Omphalos, our center of the universe, our Mecca, our Jerusalem, our Rome, our Mount Meru, our temple of education. Fifty years ago, we were scrawny, pimply youths facing a brave new world armed with only the education and ethos of the school. Fifty years later, we are grizzled senior citizens, pepper and salt headed (if we are lucky) looking to resurrect the halcyon days of our lives. The Almighty has kindly added years to the lives of most of us. Now we plan to add life to our years with this meeting, our golden jubilee, then think of our diamond jubilee.