The idea of starting a webpage on the class of 89 of St. Joseph came rather suddenly.  A bulk email and a reunion planning prompted old classmates to get back in touch with each other after a long time. Within a span of a week, 28 old pals suddenly started communicating.  That's a remarkable achievement considering we were out of touch for such a long time.  Naurose was  kind enough to let me write the introductory note for the Josephite89 Web page.  So here I am -- proudly introducing  to you the Josephite 89 alumni web page.   

It started back in 1981 -- the year when Ronald Regan was elected and President Zia was assassinated  --  our journey at St. Joseph started.  Our classes grew slowly, new students joined and our friendship grew and grew with it our stock of shared memories.  From Sarkar sir's mind boggling "gear", Brother  Domique's unbearable national anthem, Harashit sir's incomprehensible "soubassa" math, Golder sir's infamous "go back to your mother's Wooomb"  to  Sagar's "using school badge as a mirror", Rafi's complaints about Golder for insulting the retired military officers,  team work at Yakub's class,  Echo's solo music performance, Zaki's choti reading at class, Zia's red ears while attempting to cheat in class tests --- we shared it all.  After seven turbulent years, we graduated in 1989.  With it ended our common union. We drifted apart.    

As we grew older , our differences grew.  For some, the classmates became life long friends and for some friendship got marred with life's little complications.  Time passed and we were all spread in different directions and settled in different parts of the world.  We are 25 year olds now (Okay may be Delta is 29).   Some of us have become professionals and some of us are still pursuing higher education.  Some of us have gotten married and some of us are still fooling around and believe it or not some of us have four kids on their own.  Tragedy hit home for some.  But with all these differences,  one thing remains common.  When we start talking about our St. Joseph years, we can't seem to stop.  Our hearts leap up in joy and nostalgic feelings thinking about the years which is, arguably, the "wonder years" of our lives.  So guys here is a cheers to the school which has given us so much.  Long live St. Joseph, long live our memories.   

Last but not the least, let me give the lead and I wanna hear you all 
loud and clear ---- 

"St. Josephre p**** dia bhoro HOJAMAL HO!!!!"