August 17, 2008

The LOBA, AGM(Annual General body meeting) took place on the 17th of August as planned. The venue was the Subramonium hall of Trivandrum club. The function was attended by Rev. Fr Varghese Anikuzhy- principal, Loyola school, Fr.Joseph Edassery- Vice principal, Loyola school, Fr. Pius Vachaparambil-Rector, Loyola Institutions and Fr Toby and Fr. Biju- the new jesuit teachers from Loyola.

This years AGM recorded one of the lowest attendances in recent times with the tally hitting just 78, and hitting  near 100 with family included. As always everyone has a different reason as to why the attendance was low and this time it was blamed on the Kerala University exams which keeps the college students in Trivandrum busy.

Fr. Anikuzhy and Fr. Vachaparambil spoke on why we needed to take care to see that these functions are taken a bit more seriously and why every member should take upon themselves to make it a success. Mr. Pradeep Kumar, an ancient old boy, in his umpteenth role as a speaker at a LOBA function stressed on the importance of the same and went on to say about relating with other jesuit alumni associations. Fr. Edassery continued on this note and went on into detail about the jesuit connections all over the world.Fr. Edassery followed this up by announcing the office bearers for the next year. Mr. Arun George was chosen as the President. Syam Nath S(ie. ME) was elected to be secretary. Mr. Manu Cyriac was chosen as the treasurer whilst Mr. Ashik S. Kalam became one of the two joint secretaries.

This was followed by cultural events, which included a few dance items by the children of some OBA members, who are presently studying in the school, and playing of the piano by an old boy(I forgot his name 😐 ). The audience then went on to have a well prepared seven course dinner before leaving the venue.

From the recent 10 years batches, we had former school leader Krishnachandran (98)( and a few of his friends) and School leader, Arun Mohan (2005) attending the ceremony.

This years AGM cannot be claimed to be a big success. However, I am not selected as the Secretary. A post I did decline at first but which was thrusted on me.(Ah well, I think only i voted against me 😐 ). I want to give it my best shot in the coming year. I want to make a difference. I want to rekindle the spirit of the association. These are dreams. But as Dr.  Kalam said, you have to start dreaming. Only then you can turn those into reality. Today, im wishing that we could bring about a change in the Association. Perhaps we can work together and change it such that one day the AGM will at least be attended by scores more.

For starters,
I think that a lot of potential audience did not turn out today just because they didn’t know about the function(Some told me so). We are trying to start an SMS alert system for the old boys- for we/I think that more people check their SMs’s than emails or posts. For starters i wish you people would just register for the alerts. Alerts will be send only on occassion which might run into 3-4 a year.
Please click HERE to join the list.

Taking charge as secretary, I want to start being a bit more interactive with the members. Can’t you tell me how to start? Can’t you people take a bittttttt of an interest and at least suggest some measures. Suggest some ways to make our programmes more attractive. Anything?

Also, Anyone who is willing to volunteer to be in charge of the LOBA website please contact me at getmesyam@gmail.com.

I need your suggestions and support. If you could please do that, i’d be very greatful 🙂

Expecting many replies
Syam Nath S.



Chemistry of Wine

December 13, 2007

 Most of the stuff written here is in someway or the other related to Loyola School, Trivandum, as the page name suggests. I don’t know whether to classify it as a personal blog. But then 13/18th of my life was spent at Loyola School. So in a way, yes, it is.

This post has been in my mind since AGES. The story takes us one. Two.. hmm.four years back. Ah yes! Tenth standard. Woo!! first public exam year. SCARY year! Fear of the subject, the new teacher and of seeing that tuitions were in fashion, prompted seventeen of us from 10th Loyola to enrol for Chemistry tuitions at Manorama ma’ams classes. She lived quite near the school. Now this teacher, had taught for a long time at Loyola (I Don’t know how long, Can anyone post?) and now after leaving the place had been teaching in Holy Angels ISC for around six years. Wow, she’s old.

Mrs. Manorama Philip (You sure do get many eyebrows rising names when you convert for marriage: D) is without doubt the most complete LADY I know. Perfect language and regal bearing combined with the best of manners made her a gem in the list of the clichéd “old generation” of Loyola’s teaching staff. She, I hear , was the one who had to work hard to make the students of eighth forget what Mr. V.C. Jacob had taught them in 7th.(“Mole is a short form of molecule”)

All our ‘just’ seniors had highly recommended her classes in addition to what we do at school. And they were right. All seventeen of us agree that everything we scored for chemistry exams in tenth we owed her- right down to the last quarter. Of course it would have been a greater favour if she had taken both batches combined. (There was another batch full of HAC girls l) 😀

So every evening we would stay back after school and play half an hour of football after which we would slowly start the lazy walk to her house, which was very often not necessary because GSRTC(Ganesh Sangeeth’s Road Transport Corporation- A Toyota Qualis) had enough space for all seventeen kids- packed denser than they do fish at the Konnamara market. All of us, sweaty and smelly would walk in and hear an earful of “cleanliness” dialogues. Though it was one place we rocked up- noisy I guess- she was one teacher who could make everyone sit quiet –feeling real guilty- with just a silent look. I have seen the same in just one other- Mrs. Radha Nair.

And there were two specimens from the female kind in that class. Fortune, or rather misfortune picked them out of the “ladies” class and placed them here. One of them was from STRS, and the other from SV. I’d rather not mention names: D. But we, being the bastards we were, obviously had other names for them. And would a bunch of snobbish hooligans miss an opportunity to make the smallest comment? I wonder if they enjoyed those classes as much as we did.


This post wouldn’t be complete without mentioning Mr. Philip. (As I don’t know his first name). Guess he was a nice guy- had a passion for gardening and yes animals.

He kept piranhas in his fish tank and fed it raw beef. UGH.

The couple were as nice to us as anyone could be to this batch of uncivilised barbarians. She used to make payasams and stuff whenever the occasion called for it and all of us were given test doses- and a lot of doses for our heavyweight champ Ganesh.

Among those titbits was the home-made red wine she served during Christmas.

She also took the time to write down the recipe behind my chemistry note. But it was next year when i finally decided to give it a try. And try I did, though I made my own changes in the concentrations of the ingredients: D, resulting in some really potent stuff which made all the drinkers go “oooof”.

I made seven bottles of the “stuff”. And one I took to class and our batch shared it. One I gave to Prabhu sir who took it to the gent’s staffroom and one to the ladies staffroom. The stuff was supposedly too strong and our lady teachers declined the offer. Prabhu sir made off with that bottle too: D. (He asked me if I had added whiskey to it- such was the strength).


The next day our beloved vice principal, Fr. Joseph Eddassery comes to class and called me out to ask “nee innale staffroom il wine koduthu enu kettu. Sheri anno ? “

Me (a bit tensed) : “Yes, Fr.”

VP “Enthada enikku korachu tharathe.. adutha thavana kondu varanam”

The next evening we headed off to math class near Nanancode to one Usha Teacher. And I took another two bottles to that place. Now here we were five of us(Counting the 142 kilo Ganesh as one) – Me, Ashik, Vineeth, Ganesh, George and three girls from HAC. Was a rather small place. And we offered them the drink which on their declination we decided to finish off. Now I had already arrived after taken a large quantity of the stuff at home. And gobbling down most of the rest of it here gave me a very nauseated feeling. I excused myself and went home. Vineeth reportedly had to escort me because I was walking in circles. I swear I wasn’t 😀


Anyways, that incident got kind off well known. With Ganesh going over the edge for the fun of it and yelling at the teacher “Di ushee… pickle edukkedi”


A guy Chris present at the place then, and now in my college has made sure that most guys in my college are aware of my cooking prowess. And of course one of those HAC girls is also here. Don’t know what happened to the other two.


Mrs. Manorama Philip was a great teacher. What she taught me are STILL the only stuff I know in chemistry. And everyone who tasted this stuff had repeatedly asked me to make it again and also for the recipe. So finally, here it is….



Red grapes 1 KG

Sugar 1 KG


Boiled, cooled and

kept for a day) 2 liters (800 x3 bottles – pepsi bottles)

Wheat 100 grams (The more you use the more fizz you get)

Yeast 2-3 teaspoons


Wash the grapes to perfect cleanliness. (Yeast doesn’t do so well with bacterial presence). Put them into a clean container- preferably one of those bharanis.

Use the bottom on a steel glass to crush the grapes. No need to worry about the branches and stuff in the bunch. Everything goes in. DO NOT use your hands. Add the sugar, yeast and pour in the water.

Crush the wheat in a grinder or mixer and add to the vessel. Now mix really well with a spoon- NO HANDS please

Cover the vessel and wrap it up in cloth. Make sure its air tight and leave it in a cool dry place. NO FREEZERS.

Twenty four hours later, take it out, stir it with a clean spoon and wrap it back up as it was. Repeat this every day for eleven days. You will observe the colour of the liquid changing and the peculiar smell of fermentation.

Now keep it unmoved for a minimum of 20 days. The more the merrier actually. There are people who keep it for months.

After that is done. Take it out and filter it through a dense cloth- Preferably nylon. Bottle it and keep it in the freezer for a day. You will fine that the fine particles called wine dust settles down at the bottom. Though said to be a healthy substance it destroys the taste of the drink. Decant it off and bottle the wine again.

Serve chilled.

Think of me, think of her, thank her, pray for me, and enjoy.

Cheers- bon appetite: D

To get White wine, you may use peeled red grapes or simply white grapes.
I strictly am against any of you starting any drinking habits. Don’t blame it on me.


Fourty nine class clowns(To say nothing of the Teacher)

August 21, 2007

Inspired by Jiby Chettans post, I started THINKING about writing this post ages ago. And all through that time members from the BOTS have reminded me not to miss out on anything. Everyone has there share of tales to say about their school days. And here i jot down some more of mine. (Including silly ones like everyone taking V.G. Nandhini Ma’am’s signature to mean VERY GOOD.)




Back in seventh standard, a new teacher apparated into the classroom to try to teach the national lingo to a bunch of barbarians whose minds were criminally hardened through years of making up excuses to avoid school work. This one i remembered quite clearly.

That year we had a poem to study which began like “Aha… Gramya Jeevan Bhi Kya Hai”(i think that roughly translates into -Aha, How beautiful is life in the villages). Day after Mrs. Sati Antharjanam finished teaching this; she came to class and started asking the students to recite it. My bench mate happened to be Emil J. Alex who- like the rest of us- leave the poem, had not even seen the book till then. Emil sits around totally cool headed till his turn comes. Then he stands up – Chest forward- with an aura of someone who had totally digested every punctuation mark in the poem and recites “AAAHAAA- bakki marannu poyi ma’am :-)”

That year we also had this new class teacher. As soon as she stepped into class a guy stands up and asks her, her name. Comes the reply “I are Manjula”. We wonder for a whole minute how someone with such pathetic English has been appointed our class teacher- till someone realized that her name with initials read “I.R. Manjula”.

I think it is the same Manjula who while trying to control the mob she had been put in charge, remarked “Boys, please keep quite. The principal just passed away from the corridor.”


Then there was the time when our “beloved”(Pun intended) Maths teacher asked Charlz to say around 10 formulas and he throws up his hands and says, “Madam.. PASS… njan thottu.. ma’am para.”

In the ninth standard we had our first close encounter of the worst kind with none other than the phenomenal Joy Sir. He for one is rather proud of his wits. He began the class by asking us to introduce ourselves. Some of us he knew, which was evident when he asked a guy “Cyril, what is your name?”

We came across his killer jokes again in the 11th. In walks Joy sir fifteen minutes after the bell as usual and asks the class “Who here has not seen a spectrometer?”. Around half the class raises their hands. Joy sir looks at Jassie (Vimal) and dictates “Vimal you ask your father to buy you one. Bring it to class tomorrow and show it to the others. Sit down”. The whole class lead by Chalz (Of course we were irritated!!) goes “1. 2.. 3.. HA HA HA”. The look on Joy sirs face prompts the class to burst into- this time genuine- laughter again. Joy sir still stares open mouthed at the class wondering if he really is such a wit.

Another one of his incredibly “witty” statements came during the physics lab. If you broke something in the lab, naturally you had to pay for it. That day we were working with resistances , 100 of which costs 1 rupee. I who was unaware of the cost broke one and took the pieces to Sir. “Sir, i broke this. How much would i have to pay?”.

“You cannot pay for this one in Indian currency. Go break 99 more and give me one rupee” (!#$$@#$@$@#$@#$@#)


Then there was Shijo sir. Just because he EXISTED, we chose to entertain ourselves for 4 years making a complete ass of the being. Hope everyone’s heard of binary addition.(Well for those who haven’t, its basically like normal math’s except 1+ 1 = 10 :D.). Chalz(Ganesh) was one guy, who- like the rest of us- thought that computer periods were bullshit. Besides that was among his worst subjects. One day Shijo sir was explaining simple binary addition on the board and notices Chalz engaged in his on private conversation with Laadan. Their talk is cut short when Shijo sir asks him to come and add the sums on the board. Charlz during his slowwwwwwwwwww, sleepy walk(Ah he’s hit 138 kilos last month) to the board glances at Rakesh’s book. Shijo sir waits to throw him out of the class when the guy walks over and write the answer below the two sums- left to right in about 2 seconds. Shiju sir is simply speechless.

There is more to go on about he great Tiger-Shijo(As we have come to know him as). Princi had given strict instructions that students are not to be allowed to play games in the computer lab. “Counter Strike”- Which is basically about shooting down the terrorists was a rather popular game during the time. Many a time he threw our guys out of the lab for playing the above. And once, Jassie decided to pull one on him as he was waiting outside the lab door. Jassie cries out to Chalz “Aliyo … snipe chaiyedaaa…avan olichirikkunu”. Shijo sir rushes in with hope of throwing another pair out, to find everyone with the blue C++ screens. Shijo sir- determined to find the offender- (he thinks we minimized the game) walks around all 50 computers and presses Alt+tab.

Joseph uncle can hold his liquor! so can he handle his english. Once Joseph uncle comes in to take the attendence register and DP barrages him with an array of the choicest sentences from Shakespeare. Ashik shouts out “DP, Menakkedenda.. Joseph uncle vellamadichale english parayoo.”


The same Ashik was the brains behind some of the funniest dialogues in our school years. The one that sticks out was the story we had to write for our last English test at school in our final year. The outline given was, “Tiger -escapes from cage- two people dead- inquiry started-traps laid- .. Etc. Etc”
Ashiks masterpiece ran as follows.
“A tiger escaped from the Tihar central jail today evening. The tiger stole 2 AK-47 guns and shot 2 guards dead. Then it jumped onto a royal Enfield 350 and sped into the forest….The tiger is said to be very dangerous and the authorities have issued warnings for the public… blah blah blah .. gas gas gas.” His explanation for the above at the end of the paper read. “ma’am, It was a Tamil phuli.”
Btw, he got the highest in English for that test.


Dialogues between the above person and Thikkru(Robin) have been cause of great amusement among us. Don’t really remember most of them But this has been copied word by word from a recent yahoo message.
Ashik Kalam: “i called Robin yesterday..he woke up..asked aara..i said ninte thantha…and he asked athara”


And then there was Shavi(Rojan) who once flagged down a passing Auto and asked for the time. Not having learned from the stare he recieved at that occassion he later flagged another and asked “Chetta, ullorku pokuvo? ” …”pokum”………”enna vittu pokko”

Once the above quoted guy and myself were travelling by bus and he gave a ten rupee note to the conductor. The conductor asked “Ethra venam?” meaning how many tickets and our hero asks back “Ethra venamenkilum tharuvo?”


Though not from my batch, i have to mention one essay written by a senior for his English exam. Asti AKA Rahul, two years our senior was rather notorious for his English essays. I happened to have a glimpse of his paper in the school bus.(Damn i miss bus number six)

He chose to write a short story for his essay and here is the starting paragraph.
“There were there Chinese guys named Chu, Bu and Fu. They decided to go to America. Once they were there they ‘Americanized’ their names. Chu became Chuck. Bu became Buck and Fu became……”
Ah, well, need i say the rest. There was a huge read mark on that with RAHUL!!!!! on the sides. I wonder if they dare write likewise in any other school. hehe.


Then there was Jijo who took up the job of announcing stuff during the youth festival in 11th. And there happened to be a teacher whose name was Kalaa Rani. This is how he read it out to the great amusement of the whole Sutter hall.”Now i invite Mrs KAAALA(Ox? ) Raani to give away the prizes.”

Nikhil made a similar error with the judges names during la fest. One of our boys (Akhil Andrews) mother, Mrs Pushpa Andrews- wife to George Andrews, was in the panel.
Nikhil read it thus “As judges here was have Mrs Pushpa Andrews, mother of George Andrews of 11th standard……..”



A Bit of Princi’s
Our dear, Fr. Principal was always keen to prove that he was a storehouse of humor.

Venue: “Principals parlor”
Enter Ganesh, Aravind and Princi
Ganesh : “Father .. I want to drop computer”
Princi :”NO, don’t drop it. It will break.”



And this is dedicated to the great Madhu “saar”
Of course you all have heard of his impeccably smart english.
During a lunch break between the term end exams i was standing near the cage which housed the rabbits (As the Loyolites know. And for the rest of you. YES WE HAVE RABBITS AT SCHOOL. And yes you can buy some if you want). This small kid was staring at them and asked Madhu uncle standing nearby. “Uncle enikku oru rabbit kuttine tharumo?”
Madhu uncle turns a stern eye on the kid and proclaims “Now you study. Now you having exams. If you want children, ask principal after exams”.


As our board exams were just weeks away, DP launched a questioning session in class to find out how much we have been revising. DP was apparently under the impression that her students had spent the last two years jotting down every word she uttered including that sneeze. She was given a bit shocked to learn that we didn’t have one word of the same. This was how AD presented it “DP, i read the text and your notes. That makes it ….just the text.”


Some of our students managed to get hold of the printed notes that the Santhomites were being given from school. DP looks through the same in our revision session two days before the exams and remarks

“why that’s very nice
lemmeee see it
hmmm hmm
What nonsense…aiyeeeee
This is crap.
The moonlight falls around them… SO WHAT ?
There is an agonizing realization.. so whaaat ?
The poet sees the tree dancing.. so whattt ?
St Thomas printed it u say…but can the students understand what to write?”
The whole class goes “SO WHAT?”


And this is perhaps the best example of how weak DP’s Malayalam is(Even after teaching ME for two years. damn)

Venue: 12th standard
Audience: – 12th ISC classroom
In the chair: DP
[Students sitting around chatting …DP talking to Ashik]
Ashik: “DP..did u hear… Justin(senior) hit it big.. oru MAAAADAN quiz jayichu…. won 10 lakhs or something.. hes going to france.. Blah blah blah blah”

DP :”Why that is reaally good. He always was a good quizzer. By the way, where was this “maaadan” quiz?”
#!$#@!$%@#%#$%^&$#&%*&^*($%&^#$%@$!#$@$@!%%<– pinnallaate


The youth festivals were venue to some of the most hilarious stuff that took place in the Loyola Campus. Everyone on campus used to give names for everything though most people conveniently remained absent when their names were announced. Many excuses were chosen to escape the stage.
Vishnu Menon, student at CET presently and another of the great seniors i had, had given his name for the Fancy dress competition. I happened to be sitting near the announcers desk when his name was announced. I was a bit surprised why he was standing next to me when he was supposed to be on stage. Then he takes up the mike. The curtain rises. Vishnu chettan himself announces “Presenting Vishnu Menon, as.. the invisible man!!!!”

Most of the Loyolites are aware of the tableau legends. For the rest…

Announcement “Jalianwaalabagileeku oru ethinottam”
Curtain rises. A group of people on the right of the stage are staring at the jalianwaal “BAG” kept in the center of the stage.

Curtain rises. The stage is empty.
Announcement “Shoonyata ileeku nokki kondirikunna korankanmar ” (Hint. The audience are staring at nothingness”

Any post about this generation Loyola would be incomplete without a few lines from the one and only Titus sir.
Most of the students thought pushed him to the very limits of patience and it was when we manageged to break it that he would kick us out and grumple (I belive to ejhas) “Achanum ammayum ooronnine ondakki vittolum.. manushane menakeduthan”

Titus sir’s explanation to a students question on why India has such a large population. “Eda you know… basically India is an underdeveloped country. Most of the population used to be farmers. Avarukku ninne pole TV kandodirikkan cash illa… so their only source of recreation is……njan parayano? ”

Later Manuel asks an explanation of why he thinks India has a large population. He says “iee tropical areas il okke ankane aada”
Henry sniggers.
Sir smiles.
Manuel persists. “Sir but why? ”
Sir waves a hand at Manuel and remarks to Henry “Shishuuuu……”

During a talk in economics class in eight standard, which gradually drifted to the bevereages industry , Amith asks sir “Sir.. do u drink ?”
Titus M.P “Ninte thantha kudikkum” <– a phrase which has been copyrighted by our batch since then. As you had noticed with Ashik in a paragraph above.

Having had countless visits from this neighbour since before i joined Loyola- he was one of my most favourite people around.

Ninth standard brought us a new english teacher in the form or Mr. Pratap Chandran, who asked us to take notes of everything he uttered. During one such period Praji(Jojin) asked “Sir what is the spelling of etc? ”
Sensing that it was just asked for the sake of asking Pratap sir got furious and said “Jojin. get out. go to the principal and ask him the spelling if u want.. OUT “.Out he goes. Praji had gone to princi and states ” Pratap sir does not know the spelling of etcetra. He send me to ask you.” Princi checks his dictionary, wrote it down on the official paper, sealed it and asked him to take it back to class.The class goes on as usual till about 15 minutes later Praji walked into the class without permission and gave a chit of paper to the understandably stunned teacher and said “Sir,this is the spelling of etcetra. Principal told to give you this.” The whole class laughed for a full 10 minutes at the look on Sir’s face. He has no choice but to let him back into class.
LOL. That’s one UNFORGETTABLE moment.

I wonder if Pereira sir made the same mistake in any other class. The one he made when he came into our maths class (to borrow a few kids for choir practice) and asked Lakshmi ma’am, “Teachere.. korachu pillere venam”.

That reminds me of a story that Prabhu sir told us in class about Jerald Pereira who was known for his sense of humour. Pratap sir joined up Pereira sir’s private music classes to take a bit of guitar lessons. One day Pereira sir told Pratap sir that there was a boy in his class who never came for the lessons. He wanted the English teacher to help him write a letter to send to the boy’s parents about the matter. Pratap sir obliged. Not a lot of people are aware that he got a shock when he learned that a letter in his handwriting had reached his own dad telling him about how his son never comes to class.

Last night, I called up DP to tell her about a function we attended. Trying to convey to her that it was kind of a GRAND function, i say ” DP, it was like really big on money and all. Oru aana kutti ondayirunu… for reception for the non-malayali delegates.

DP – ” What kutti?
ME – “Ma’am, Aaana kutti… elephant kutti.. 😐 ”

It also brings to my memory the ridiculous and revolting essays we used to write for some History papers. It was said that Fr. Jacob never used to read our essays. Witnesses swear on anything that they have seen him measure essays with pens caps. The more length you write, the more you get. Mebbe that is why we ended up writing complete nonsense for our exams. For in 9th standard we had an essay about the revolt of 1857. This is what our master clown Jassie had to feed the examiner.
“The revolt of 1857 happened in 1857. I am a complan boy. You are a complan girl. Boost is the secret of my energy. Pepsi , ye dil mange more. …….”

Further down the years this created ruthless language murderers like me who would dare write anything for an exam just because DP was a nice person. So for an english paper in 12th ,we had  four questions of 25 marks each on Shakespeares Richard. I wrote the first two neatly and knowing that that is enough for a pass followed it up with a cartoon of Richard in a cage for “a charector sketch of Richard the King.”
My next answer to “Richards thoughts in prison” Ended in one sentence “MAN! IM SCREWED!”
DP never thought it so funny and i ended up the only boy to ever fail an english exam in Loyola. Not that i care.

Wouldn’t it be unfair that i quote not a joke from a teacher? why is it always us landing goals on them?. Ah well teachers there CAN sometimes crack some.
Shiju sir in my senior batch class.
Teaching while loops  in Java programming.
Student “sir While il entha ? ”
Sir “vayalil krrrishiya.. alla pinne HIHIIHIHIH ”






First to my dear classmates:-
You guys were the best friends one could ask for. You gave me the best 13 years of my life. Never would any among us forget that some of the most hilarious moments in our life happened at Sreekariyam. Thanks for having given me the pleasure of your company. Thoughts of you still bring a cheerful smile even in the sadest of circumstances.

Next, to all the Loyolites.
You all know what Loyola has been to us as a whole. I’m sure each one has his own tale to tell. Looking forward to reading many an account of the same from you all.

To the REST:
Loyola was to us , is, and always will be the best.


This post is dedicated to all the members of the clichéd “Loyola Family”.
Thank you for reading.