Que Sera Sera – 20 yrs after graduation

While driving to office in the morning, I just realized that my entire batch completed 20 years of their graduation this year. So when I started thinking about all my batch-mates and where they are today and what we thought they will be when we were in college.

About 5-6 years back when I was living on planet Orkut, I made some friends and met a few but there was no real value add in being on social network at that time. All you could see around is pictures created with letters, birthday greetings, seasons greeting and so on. Most of those I was contacting / connecting on these networks were already on my cell phone contacts and lifting the phone to talk to them was easier.

As the years are passing, many of the old friends are drifting physically away from each other and suddenly two things happened to me or began happening. I was on LinkedIn, Facebook and Twitter. Suddenly this year I have started connecting to old friends again. I used to blog also but the readership was pretty limited. With these social networks I am reaching many more of my old pals.

It has really been nice to be called or to call each other with our childhood names and those contacts deep inside of us give a sense of belonging. As I am flipping through this list of my friends and seeing their profiles, I keep on wondering what we thought they will be and what they are today. I am sure they must be thinking the same about me. Some of them did go the path we thought they will but some are really on a complete tangent path. While thinking of this, a song played on the CD player and I am not spinning a story. Here is the song for you from Doris Day.

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother, what will I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be
Will I be handsome, will I be rich
I tell them tenderly.
Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.

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