45 Tahun Kebersamaan Fikom Unpad 1981-2026

Temu Kangen 45 Tahun Fikom Unpad, 1981-2026

45 Years Later - From Class of '81 to Rema's House in Ciateul Bandung. 45 is the age when someone becomes mature. You should know better what, where, and why you are here now. As a comparison to army ranks, at 45 you are a colonel or lieutenant colonel. You already know whether you will become a general or not. It depends on the career you are in. Do you hold an important and strategic position or just a mediocre one? That will tell you how far you can go. 

Even though the future is a mystery and no one can predict it accurately—because life is not linear—at least you can predict your next stage. So did I, when I saw my classmates again at our reunion, 45 years after we left college. We graduated from the Faculty of Communication Science at Padjadjaran State University in Bandung. 

Tahun Pertama, Publisistik Unpad 1981

We had been together since we knew nothing, in the class of 1981. After graduation in 1988, we were separated and pursued different career paths for a long time. 

When the internet and social media connected people around 2010, we started tracing each other one by one to gather in the virtual world. And finally, on 27th September 2026, someone took the initiative to gather us in person. The place was Rema's house at Jl. Ciateul 33, Bandung. 

Our class had about 90 people, and only 45 could attend. Some had passed away, others were sick, some couldn't come because they lived too far away or abroad, and some had other reasons. But the fact that 45 people came on time is something great! 

Surprisingly, we met again when most of us had left our jobs or retired. Some of us had become grandmas and grandpas. It was amazing! Time has changed everything—not only our appearances but also our lifestyles, compared to when we were teenagers. We talked, laughed, ate, drank, and made joy together. 

We didn't just say "how do you do," but "how have you lived your life so far?" The favorite questions were: Where do you live now? How many children and grandchildren do you have? And what are you doing now? 

These questions were not just lip service; we really wanted to know. As we get older, we share a common curiosity about health. We avoid talking about what we have achieved or how much money or property we have. It sounds impolite and ridiculous. Instead, we try to see what is the same about us, not what is different. 

This was amazing, because we take care of each other. Yes, time has changed everything, but it has also tightened our bonds into a great family, a great brotherhood, and, most importantly, a deeper care for each other. Does that sound good? That's what reunion means for us now, especially when we reach 65. 

We have committed to meet more often. We never know what life will bring us tomorrow. Will we meet again? I hope so. 

Written on September 28, 2026, one day after our reunion at Rema's house. For my 44 friends who came, and for those who couldn't.