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.




July 8, 2008

Yes, I’m back and hopefully for good. The short break I took wasn’t so short. I got too busy with Semester exams and stuff. And before that my computer crashed. Anyway, now that I’ve finally opened this notepad I will write something I wanted to for a long time now.


The LOBA, Annual General body Meeting-hereafter referred to as the AGM- is set to happen this year on the 17th of August. Most years we have the AGM at the Loyola campus. However, on a rather old old boy pointing out that the best AGM’s ever to be held were held at Trivandrum club, the venue this year has been shifted to the Trivandrum club. This venue is also more suitable for a family gathering, as it is not so far as Loyola is from the city. The programme will begin at 5:30 in the evening and go on till 9 or 9:30.

Last year, when I had joined LOBA, I then itself got “appointed” as the joint secretary(grr id like to know who did that). And I used to think it was pretty easy running the show. On the way I’ve heard criticisms of how the committee functions. I thought maybe its just a talk, and maybe we’ll pull out a spectacular show at the back to school programme. With DP being the chief guest, a large audience was expected. Thinking along those lines, the committee arranged for large amounts of food, which turned out to be a mistake as only 120 people turned up. Now 120, is a normal attendance for an AGM. But as like every year, we overestimate the number and order huge quantities of food, causing a financial loss to the committee.


(on a personal note)

Why I like the OBA.

When I left school I was kind of sad, just like every other classmate. Sad because we knew that we are leaving the happiest days of our lives behind us, because we knew, like every other kid leaving that place, that life wont be the same again. They may say that college would be a happier place, it is SO happening, etc, but I’m sure that all the Loyolites agree with me that they pleasure we find in the company of a Loyolite gang is unsurpassed.

And most of the gang says they’ve found good company there. So have I, but I still think that I’ve found better company by joining up as the LOBA joint secy, than joining college. People two times my age have given me better companionship than those in class.

I’ve found friends from every branch of the Loyola family tree. And what wonderful people they are. I’m always proud to say that I know people from the very first batch of Loyola. Isn’t that what the OBA is all about? Knowing people and keeping in touch ? Myself, I am a social animal (as a teacher told me at school once). I love making new friends.

I’ve noticed that, once you are in that gang, whenever you need a help, be it anything in life, you will always know the right people to ask. We have contacts- important contacts- from every field imaginable. I’ve always felt that whenever ive wanted to know about something etc, I’ve always knew where to turn to. Is 2 hours of your time at a nice venue too much to pay for that?

To The Critics:

I’ve felt many times that many people do not agree with the way LOBA functions. It is easy for them to criticise. Many people do not realise that a handful of people spill cash out of their own pockets to run meetings etc. Never is a rupee touched from the fund that we have as deposit. Every time a loss was incurred at the AGM or any other programme; someone had taken up that cost. It costs them a lot of money, time and energy to organize something like this. It is just too sad to see that not many people realize it. I know there are many, who will turn up for the occasions, not for the grandeur of it, but just because they want to relive their school lives, meet old friends. This is a request that as many of you as possible try to make it to the place and help recreate the school days we soo miss. I really hope that many more people feel that way this time and try to make it there on the 17th of August.

Iesus Hominum Salvator

December 26, 2007

Re-reading  Ashok’s blog on Loyola post about Fr. Pulikkal’s four letter word, awoke the curious cat in me and send me on a small hunt to find other catchprases and acronyms i have come across at Loyola. This is a bit about other symbols associated with my alma matter.
One i very vividly remember was JHS. How not to? seeing that it is written across the school emblem, painted on the main building, on the school flags and on the buses. What does IHS mean? Ever wondered?


For that you need to know what a christogram is. A Christogram is a monogram or combination of letters which forms an abbreviation for the name of Jesus Christ, and is traditionally used as a Christian symbol. The most commonly encountered Christogram is the X (or more accurately, Greek letter Chi) in the abbreviation Xmas (for “Christmas”), which represents the first letter of the word Christ.

IHS is the most commonly uses Christogram. derived from the first three letters of the Greek name of Jesus, iotaetasigma or ΙΗΣ. Here the Greek letter eta was transliterated as the letter H in the Latin-speaking West (Greek eta and Latin-alphabet H had the same visual appearance and shared a common historical origin), while the Greek letter sigma was either transliterated as the Latin letter C (due to the visually-similar form of the lunate sigma), or as Latin S (since these letters of the two alphabets wrote the same sound). Because the Latin-alphabet letters I and J were not systematically distinguished until the 17th century, “JHS” and “JHC” are equivalent to “IHS” and “IHC”.(courtsy Wikipedia)

IHS is also interpreted as standing for “Iesus Hominum Salvator ” , which is latin for “Jesus savior of men”. Some uses have even been created for the English language, where “IHS” is interpreted as an abbreviation of “I Have Suffered” or “In His Service”. Such interpretations are known as backronyms.

Searching the same also brings up a rather blasphemous usage of the name of Christ, as Jesus H. Christ, cynically implying that the name CHRIST(Which is Greek for Messiah) is actually a surname rather than a title. Since the transliteration IHS gave rise to the backronym Iesus Hominum Salvator, it is plausible that JHC similarly led to Jesus H. Christ. Another usage of the term implies that the H is an abbreviation for the name Harold, a play on words from the Lord’s Prayer(the “Our Father”) as if Harold were the name of Jesus’ Father: “Our Father, who art in heaven, Harold be thy name …”; thus, Harold is taken to be Jesus’ middle name.

That is the history of JHS/ IHS. The only place i have noticed this is on the emblem of Loyola.Hope others can give other references 🙂


AMDG is continued into ” Ad Majorem Die Gloriam Inque Hominum Salutem”,which means “For the greater glory of God, and the salvation of mankind.”

Then there was MAGIS. It is emblazed, along with the words “In persuit of Excellence”, on the plaque, given to us when we passed out of school.

Magis (pronounced “màh-gis”) is a Jesuit phrase that means “the more”. It is taken from Ad majorem Dei gloriam. Magis refers to the philosophy of doing more, for Christ, and therefore for others. It is an expression of an aspiration and inspiration. It relates to forming the ideal society centered around Jesus Christ.

The roots of the phrase are ascribed to St. Ignatius’ exercise of doing more for God. He would encourage people around him during his time by asking: “What have I done for God? What am I doing for God? and What MORE can I do for God?”

By the way , i also dug up INRI 🙂

INRI is an acronym of the Latin phrase IESVS·NAZARENVS·REX·IVDÆORVM, which translates to English as: “Jesus the Nazarene, King of the Jews ”

(It is seen on the base of Jesus’s cross)


This post is heavily borrowed from Wikipedia. It just shows off my ability to search stuff over the net(which isnt anything to boast of) and inability to write technical facts in my own words. It is a striving from my part to fill the void i left by not posting in November. Also reading up tons of material about Christianity, its history, names of christ, Acronyms, Christograms, history of St. Ignatious, The jesuits etc and seeing the Lords prayer(perhaps the most famous of them all) in full version, which i long wanted to- has kinda left me in a real spiritual mood. HAD TO put this down, for my later reference at least.

Bear with me.

Could any inspired/spirited(jobless?) loyolite, please find out what the seven bars on the emblem represent? I knew but i forgot. Wow i never thought id get to like christianity and history so much. Now back to reading. chow.

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.


Nothing is permanent except change…

May 16, 2007

The front

“Nothing is permanant except change”, said some long lost soul.
“Change is always for the better”, commented another. But do YOU agree?

This is what came to my mind when during a crisis in an assembly , School leader Aravind A. Menon asked me and Vineeth to speak about anything , but just speak, for we otherwise faced the shortest assembly in school history. And so it was that Vineeth and me penned down in ten minutes what we remember had changed during our thirteen year tenure in this place. Jotted down below are what i still remember from that speech. Thinking that long back i feel that the modern day Ruskin Bond will lament – “Nostalgia comes quick when one is seventeen” rather than
fourty. (I believe that my friend Vineeth has already wrote a bit about this on his diary, but i daresay that you will find this rather rich in details when compared.)


junior.jpg I think that our batch was the one which witnessed more changes in the school than any other. Perhaps the most noticeble change we had itnessed was there standing to the right of us as we faced the audience. Yes. The new junior school building. The old Baker model boomrang shaped building had been pulled down a couple of years ago. In its place now stands a three story giant,build not so Baker style, but to accomodate the increasing number of students as Loyola expanded into one more syllabus. I guess that is a point to explain.

CBSEYes, now we have CBSE too in the school. We have not expanded CBSE into the 11th and 12th yet. And if any of the REALLY old boys are reading this, in case you don’t know, we got HSC into 11th and 12th pretty long ago.

School bus When i joined the school we had 4 identical looking buses. Now we have ten of which the new six are each of a different make. A picture of one of the old buses is here:)

The Auditorium

Turning around you see the new auditorium which is set to take over from the Sutter Hall. The building should not be described by any other word than “COLLOSSAL”. The structure, which took up almost all the land which was once called the “forest”, costs an estimated fourty million and is expected to be finished in time for the next LA Fest(heck. it
was expected to be finished for the last one too.) They are supposed to be spending around sixty lakhs for just the acoustics. The hall will have a capacity of around six thousand and will be like the biggest ever in Kerala. At least thats what i heard. Inside you have a main BasketBall court and a practise court to the sides. (Hehe, if Jian and gang are reading this im sure they are raring to have a go). Last term i took a walk through the new building and could not find my exit. I mean i really got lost in the framework. From what i saw that day, the stage itself could seat the audience that the loft of the Sutter hall accomodates. There are also green rooms under the stage and a generater room.Yep, the hall has generators to fully power its own systems.sutter1SUTTERBut whatever the new hall promises, i- like most of my seniors and classmates- do think that this one will never truely be a replacement for the legend of the Frank Sutter memorial. I feel that no LA Fest audience will enjoy the same atmosphere as the one you get in the packed Sutter hall. As Deepa ma’am says every now and again- The Sutter hall has been a main reason for the success of the LA Fest’s.

parkBy the way, this used to be the old junior school play ground. And as y ou see now all there is , is a big hole. The earth there has been dug out for the construction work. This is what is left of the place where i had my first fight(Thanks to Akhil Andrews:D ). This is where i spent countless hours on the slide and the swings. Sigh:(. Anyway …the junior school park has been shifted to around the old Pandit house(You know- that old place was also called the DRACULA HOUSE 😀 ). You really need to see that place. Its fantabulous with a really big cement Noah’s ark and all. One more reason to re-visit the school, eh?

When i was in the 6th standard, we had three grounds each big enough to accomodate the school population by itself. But as time passed the population has grown a bit but the grounds have not. Well to be frank we are short of the place which has been used to construct what is supposed to be.. eerr the largest auditorium in Kerala. And if any of
you old Pele’s or Maradona’s of Loyola are out there, be aware that now you cannot play football in that ground with the same rules you used to play when you were here for the crowd chokes the life out of you. Now i think its time to introduce the pick-it-up-in-your-hand-and-run rule.
Ye, this is from the place where we had the GOALIE-CHANGE. And as i visited the school in this summer i took some pictures of the new concrete benches that have come up here and there in the campus, like in front of the canteen and near the mud basketball court.

The examination hall(If anyone of you don’t remmeber it, it was the long room on the second story to the left of the school day stage), has been bricked up into three sections and now surve as classes four five and six of the ISC section. The Berchman’s hall has fortunatly undergone less drastic a change. It also has been divided into three classrooms, but with steel barriers which can be pushed back to reveal the
old Berchman’s hall. Another of our large halls, the Library has mostly remained the same, excpet that it has already seen two new Librarians and also Lazar uncle has hired some muscle to help control the chaos.(I mean, we have another new uncle there helping him.)


When i was in fourth standard i remember that(Pardon me if im wrong- It sure has been long) the COMPUTER LAB at that time was a room to the right of the office. It had like two or three abacus machines.. er i mean computer’s which mostly sat around watching each other. That room
is currently used as the retiring room which im sure that every students in my class has used at least once in pretense of being sick, as a means to escape some gruelsome chemistry classes. And as for the computer lab, now we have an air conditioned room with around fifty computers as
the main lab and a secondary one between it and the server room. The server room boasts the presence of an IBM server, three heavy duty UPS’s and of course the ever enlightening vision called Shijo sir and his deputy Saajan uncle(For those who don’t know this new character, he is the
son of our dear Varghese uncle who left school two years back, although there are general complaints that Saajan uncle does not show ANY of the qualities that made his father dear to many a Loyolite.) Loyola now also boasts of a fully air conditioned projector room fit to seat two hundered students. Most of the talks are held in that room. We met Fr C.P. Varkey in the same hall.(Picture shown above).

stepsThis is the only place in Trivandrum where students in a school actually sit for an assembly. I have heard of all those people who stand for hours at their school assemblies. We are truely blessed with these steps. And recently the steps have been renovated as in they have been covered with red and white tiles. The work finished 2 days before our farewell. (SIGH.)


CanteenThis place is perhaps one of the most popular parts of the school. I’m sure all of you reading this is now thinking of the icecream soda. This is like the only place where you get to drink that concoction that Uncle Joseph and co brew up. I always wondered how they make it, but who cares- it tastes good.The canteen once ruled by Abdul uncle has now passed on to Lazar uncle and co. The benches you see there were installed one week before the date on this article.


When i joined Loyola back in ninty four, what fascinated me more than anything else in the campus, lived in a cage under the stairs, feeding on the mice that our dear Abdul uncle used to give it. Yes. KAA the python.(For those who are reading about Loyola the 1st time, HELL YEAH, WE HAD A PYTHON!!)The serpant once caught from the forest areas of the school at length of six feet grew upto around ten, but as of now, is no more. It’s place has been taken up by chirpy little birds and bunnies. The tank in front of the building has been renovated and plays host to a variety of aquatic life. The oval shaped lawn right in front of it has been covered up and converted into a sanctuary for birds and rabbits. And i realise now that as i do write about the python now; thirteen years hence, so shall the current UKG kids write about how they fed the rabbits living in those cages.


Thinking about the staff, i think i will have to start from my kintergarten years. In UKG i had Ann ma’am as my class teacher. She left when i was in 2nd but now is back in school teaching 2nd standard kids. I guess im glad that shes back. when i met her, i told her how i remember her once telling me 13 years back that she will put a ribbon in my hair if i didn’t get it cut. Nancy Ma’am was my favourite teacher in the junior school. She also has left us to spend the remaining of her time with her family.Comming to some of the teachers you old blokes would remember, there was Thikkurishi sir and Sadashivan sir,(neither taught me) both of whom have retired long back to live in peace away from the little devils they taught. Rajamma ma’am, the oh so loved hindi teacher
moved away from school when i was in the fifth. Ponnnamma ma’am (another one who never taught me) also left the same year. Comming to the seventh, i witnessed one of the greatest mournings the school has seen as Geetha Lakshmi ma’am- arguably one of the most loved teachers of all times- left the school to join her family abroad. She got so many parting gifts from her students that she had to hire an auto to take them home.

jamsThat year also saw the parting of two of the most talked off teachers from the senior school gents staff. Jacob Mathew sir, i hear, is so proud of his nickname that his mail id reads jams@yahoo.com. The next year bid farewell to Titus sir, another one in the most loved list. He at present, is continuing his work as a principal in some school whose name alas i forgot.

varkeyThe same year bade farewell to Mrs Saraswati who had long been Mrs Maths in the school, and also to Mr C.T. Varkey, who had been our Physical educations in charge and whose comments have been widely quoted and misquoted to the amusement of many. Remember “I declare the 43rd annual chief guest open ?”.Hehe Just Classic. I will miss the classic dialogue he used to say every year at the march past practise when we got up from the ground. “BOYS. When you get up; Dont wipe your buttocks”. But the most ridiculous one i heard was from a rather OLD old boy(though he claims otherwise)-Mr G.Mahadevan. According to what he had heard, once
Varkey sir marched up to the officer in charge at the NCC camp along with the Flight sergant and requested “Sir, i want to exchange him for a pair of boots”.

VPPThough they wern’t here as long as the others, Prabhu sir and Anil sir(Who took over from Mr. C.T Varkey as PeT) also entered the list of the most loved teachers. Currently Prabhu sir works at Gurukul in Pune. And Anil sir has gone back to Delhi. We will miss them. Radha ma’am- who happens to be one of the most patient people i have ever met- inspite of being offered an extended term, choose to retire siting the need to take care of her health. Shubha ma’am who was rather strict with the students now stays at her home behind St. Micheals. Though they too never taught me i have faint memories of Sara ma’am,who according to senior Subin George was “as kind as ur mother”. I met her again at last years school day.

elikuttyElikutty ma’am left our school after one of the longest teaching careers ever. She is still very active in the field and i see her around ocassionally here and there. She too never taught me but is kind of well known to my family. The old librarian Susheela madam has gone on with her life too. After her came three more librarians. VC Jacob sir too is not part of the staff at present.

[I apologise if i failed to mention an important teacher in the list. I hope you understand that it was un-intentional]

[Interesting fact:- Our batch had three class teachers in 7th- like one left every term. The one who taught us in 8th left that year itself. The one in 9th also lasted one year. The classteacher in 10th was a bit better off because she stayed till we were in 11th. 11th standard too witnessed another class teacher leaving. and in 12th DP was our classteacher. The question does arise.. dont you think……Heh lets wait and see.]


The loving uncles who always welcome you into the school bus, who you see comming with the attendance register every morning, who are always around the office waiting to mend you if you fall down and scrap your knee, they who play a really important part in making life at
Loyola really special are never to be forgotten in any writeup on the school. The ones who left include Varghese uncle- perhaps the most loved of them all- and Rajappan uncle. Varghese uncle has moved on to serve another set of children at Trivandrum International school.( MAN IM
JEALOUS OF THEM. HE WAS MY FAVOURITE.). Whereas i see Rajappan uncle around once in a while running around with his job as an LIC agent.


So, no that we have seen what has changed during the past decade, now let us see what has not. What is it that is still left of the Loyola that stood up and shone with the aura none could compete with?

Perhaps the most important of the lot are again the teachers. But before i mention them there are two figures who stand out from the rest of the staff. Fr Varghese Anikuzhy is about to complete his 6th continuous year at Loyola .

The other person without doubt is the most popular person on campus and yes it is of course father Joseph Edassery. He still heads the LOBA and still serves as the bank for LA Fest(Although the author seriously doubts the credibility of this statement after he made quite a story by putting the Fest in debt- He owes VP a sum of 12,000 Rs;) )

The Teachers who remain from the old days are few. They are namely Mrs Grace Kuriacose teaching the 1st standard, the ever cheerful Merl Murray ma’am (whose handwritting most Loyolites copy down for life) is still teaching running hand in the 2nd, Mythri ma’am, Mrs Elien Job, Mrs Ranjini and OH MY GOD.. HOW DID I FORGET .. THE EVER VIBRANT FR M.M. THOMAS. frthomas.jpg

He has been here in Loyola as far as many old boys’ memories go back. I don’t think i’ve met a Loyolite who does not know father Thomas. Even at this ripe age, going into the eighties, you can see him going for a walk around the school if you stay around a bit after 2nd trip. Memories of his pinches still make me go OWWW.

In the senior school staff we can still see Joy Sir, Philipose sir, the unforgettable Thomaskutty sir and perhaps the most memorable of them all – Jerry sir, ruling the gents staffroom with his witty remarks. In the ladies staff i think only DP has been here since a decade ago and perhaps Ann ma’am. Alas, it has not been the same since the rest left.

As my good friend and junior Peter Gautam remarked about him, he is the unsung hero of Loyola, he is perhaps the most in-demand person in the campus, if you ask the students. No tribute to Loyola would be complete without a special place to mark his name. Yes, the man that everyone runs to as soon as the lunch break bell rings. JOSE UNCLE!!!. He has been the keeper of keys and games at Loyola for aeons. Surly its tough to manage this many students mobbing him to open the sports room. I don’t think anyone can easily take on that job if he left, for we often see many of the other staff really struggling to control the situation if Jose uncle takes one day off. This paragraph i dedicate as a testimonial for that

The man who from sheer experience,has a solution to perhaps every problem on the planet is still here in our little heaven. Yep you guessed it from that simple sentence and now i can assume that you are reminded of the smell of parottas and beef/peas/chicken whichever you prefer. Joseph uncle still is the seniormost of the nonteaching staff. No activity in this school can be predicted to really go off well without this iron hand behind the scenes.Talking of him reminds us of something else that you people would remember. Joseph uncle , it has been claimed, has been selling the SAME parattas for the past thirty years. (THERE IS NOT MISTAKE IN THE PREVIOUS SENTENCE.

Oh by the way, the oh-so-droolable icecream soda left the canteen when i was in 2nd standard and now is back with more water, less carbon dioxide and more strain on your pockets.And now realising the collossal length of this writing, i think i will wind it up for i have no intention to challenge the new auditorium in size.The Facts are before you. Has Loyola changed ? Is it something you like about it? Is it something you don’t ? Is it for good or is it for the wort? Do reply and let me know. Cheer Loyola sons.

Oh and, Respected father principal, father vice
principal, respected teachers and my dear friends……………..THIS..

That was how we winded up that speech 😉


The author would like to express his heartfelt gratitute towards his senior Subin George for helping to obtain some of the pictures put up here and also for reading through the post and suggesting some tips. The author is also grateful to Prasanth P, again his senior, for helping with the pictures and providing him with tips on editing them. Thank you.


Friends don’t say goodbye. They say HELLO!

April 25, 2007


As i walked towards Loyola’s gates on one very ordinary evening of March, i turned back and realised that this was no such ordinary day, i realised that this is the last time i will walk through these gates wearing my school uniform. The day we had all been dreading for a year had come to pass. The boards were over and we were bidding adios to our second home. I guess none of us realised it at that moment, that life would not be the same anymore. No more waiting for the Loyola school bus. No more loving uncles to welcome you into the bus with a smile, and no more little children to wave at you and offer you seats. No more friends waiting to talk about every subject under the sun. (…And above it… damn Jayagopal and his astro physics).

Thomas “MACHAN”
After today there will be no more moments of joy, in that class above princi’s office. No more will our dear Madhu uncle be sent by princi to ask us to keep quiet. No more will we disobey and be sent out. DP giving us a lecture about our behavior in the very next class will now just remain in our memories(and in my camera). When the fourty nine of us meet again far into the future to rekindle the memories of our school lives, shall we still remember joking around here these thirteen years, playing bingo in maths class, getting sent out of computer class, poke fun at DP and”wondering” about the pretty girl in tuition class(Nitheeshe.. itu ninne udheeshichanu, ninne thanne udheeshichaanu…ninne mathraam uddeshichaanu…) or rushing off to mob Jose uncle for the football at noon. I guess most of you seniors ,if any, reading this post can identify yourself in these words and are already having memories of the journey in the school bus running through your minds.
Let me make a humble effort to jot down what Loyola has been to us. Let me try to pen down the events which stick out in my memory to stand as a memorial to the wonderful times i had with my brothers. At the beginning of the year itself there was this omnious realisation that by the end of the next ten months, all of us would part, each moving their seperate ways to seek their fortunes. I guess then itself the truth of seperation had sunk in, as DP had said, for at the end of the year we must have been the only batch in which no one burst out crying during the farewell day. School leader Aravind had to keep reminding people that we need to stop playing around during the candle lighting ceremony at least. (”Boys .. this is supposed to be a solemn occassion. Will you please remain silent at least now”; he said).

Twelth standard was a special year for me. But then i guess it was special for almost every student in every school around here. For me and my fellow Loyolites, i can say that it was the year we have enjoyed the most. We had the most of fun. It also has a halo of sadness surrounding it because its the last year you are going to be studying with the guys you had around for most of your life. Thirteen years in the case of a Loyolite. I do honestly feel that the joy i had in spending these thirteen long years here cannot be found else where , in any other school in any other place. Yes, i know that if you; from another school, are reading this; then you will tend to disagree. And im not argueing with you. But i can tell you that i feel for sure that almost everyone who has experienced this will feel its different.

The year started with the talk of LA Fest. After all that is the biggest event of the year for a Loyolite in his 11th and 12th.And if you have read the one i posted earlier you will see that it was one hell of an event. We rocked the world that day. It was our day. It would not be taken away from us by anything or anyone. I shall remember every moment of that day till i die. (Oh why bother.. i have the whole thing in DVD hehe).
I shall refrain from going into that further because im sure that i have bored you enough with that on the other two posts. A last word on LA Fest. DP said that the day after every LA Fest we have a LA Fest evaluation day. And this time she wanted that only after I settle all the financial affairs in order. Ok, you got it- we didn’t have an evaluation day this time around. ;)Thanks to me- as my friend Ashik commented- the Greatest management guru the 21st century has seen.(Thank you da. I’m honoured). And also , did i mention? I’ve been hiding from Fr. Edassery for the past one year almost. Like i see him comming and its “ABOUT TURN. RUN”.
(Can you believe that inspite of this, when i went to a LOBA meeting last October 2nd, i was asked if id wanna be treasurer next time around !!).

Sigh, a funny thought. But a sad one too. Thinking about joining the LOBA reminds me that i have no more of my school days left to enjoy.

So anyway, where was i? Oh ye. As twelfth standard students, we were expected to be studying 24×7. But WE had other plans:D(Ah maybe i shudn’t be so happy about that now, seeing that i just saw what i scored for my Kerala Entrance exams and one word. “DAMN”).
Thinking about the start of the year; one of the first things that comes to my mind was the frenzy to drop as many subjects as you could. As soon as he heard that we can drop an extra subject now that we have a compulsary option called EVS or environmental science, our one man army- (i mean … comming in at 240 pounds… its.. GANESH)- marched right into the principals room and asked meekly: “Fr, can i drop computer?”. And ugh, in no other school would a principal reply to it with “No, Don’t. You will break it”.

At the end of that month we had half the class dropping computer just to escape the .. er.. really nice computer classes that only THE GREAT Shijo sir could make so witty with his “jokes”. Though we all say that Shijo sir was unbearable;i will still miss his classes. He just was classic. Around 20 of us dropped both Computer and Biology. That meant we had eight classes free per week. The 1st week itself we were found playing in the grounds and Princi ordered that all our free periods were to be spend in the library. Ah, though we resented it, i think that has also given us some of the best memories. Chatting away in the only library in the world where the board reading “SILENCE” is the only thing obeying what it stands for. Some of the best chats that us droppers had were in that library.

The next thing that is marked in bold in the school calender is the Youth festival. Though all our seniors made the most of their last youth festival by participating in everything they could, Fr Varghese saw it unfit that the 12th take part in too many activities. We ended up seeing just the inaugration of the event. Maybe the future generations will have better luck. I know Fr Varghese won’t read this. But if he does i want him to know that the last youth festival is something to be cherished and he made us miss that experience. Another thing i felt we missed out was on us being denied the chance to make a farewell song at the school day. We had yet again lost out on an experience that our seniors had enjoyed over and over. Whether the audiences did, however, is another question altogether. I guess most of the class was pretty sour about it. So sour that during the last speech that Vineeth gave- at the farewell- he started talking about how we felt like we were kicked out of youth festival and how it felt bad that we had been denied the opurtunity to sing at the school day. He went on talking about how we want to be a part of such great events like the school day, the youth festical etc. He continued for so long that he had to be told off the podium(Why am i not surprised. BB is NOT known for his SHORT speeches)…….But i ain’t complaining. What this place has given us in 13 years- two small incidents won’t be the undoing of it all. The love that we absorbed from this place shall radiate out of us wherever we go. Friendships in Loyola are formed for life.

Thinking of sports,for once this year i wondered what happened to the LOBA(I am already forseeing all the comments my friend Vineeth or BB as we”lovingly” call him will have to say about SPORTS. Therefore i thank him in advance for NOT saying that). For the 2nd time i saw that the sports day lacked the presence of many old boys. The tug of war had to be conducted between the divisions of the 12th and 11th. How very unfortunate. Where are you guys? I know for sure that the same time next year i shall be there to answer that call. And perhaps as early as seven in the morning. I guess old habits die hard. I’ve been to every sports day since 7th standard as early as i could to help Jose uncle mark the spots and carry out the flags.I don’t have much to say about the basketball tournament this year. Let’s face it. Our team was CRAP. It was not even close to the teams that i had watched as a kid. The teams of Jian, Karthik and the rest of the legends. The teams who fought till the last second of the match. In this 13 years i think i remember us winning only once though.

Nikhil!! you lost something. In 11th standard Nikhil and i had this stupid bet going that i would take off half his moustache. And so at night, during the trip to Goa, he asked Amit to wake him up when he slept if Syam comes near him. As soon as he slept Amit says:”oi syaaam.. hes asleep.. come quick”. And i start working away with my razor, slooowly when suddenly our class teacher Prabhu sir appears and just takes off half of it. The picture Zubin took 10 seconds after that is posted on the link above :D.(The picture had to be put in the link because it was too large for a thumbnail) I have been part of thirteen picnics that our class went to. And this year was probably the last with all of us in the group. And we sure made it a memorable one. A five day trip to Banglore, Honganankal and Cochin, accompanied by our dear Vice Principal Fr. Edassery is sure to last in our memories for a LONG time. (At least, the Chicks there are HAWT man 😉 )

I guess Loyola has changed pretty much in the eyes of some of the really old boys. We don’t have the old forests anymore.But in its place stands what is supposed to be the skeleton of the biggest auditorium in Kerala. We don’t have the old junior school building that you loved. But i think even though it has changed physically, the atmosphere that you get ONLY in Loyola has remained the same. For one, i know that every Loyolite has at some moment or the other felt that this place was different. It had an aura that differentiated it from other places. And that aura is what will help pick a Loyolite out from any crowd. I’m sure that everyone one of the Loyolites reading this has at some time or the other been asked by a total stranger: “Are you from Loyola”. Yea, As Krishnadev Chettan tells me; you sure find more respect among people when you say that you were.. no ARE a Loyolite.

Reminds you of the ICE-CREAM SODA KYA ?This person Reminds every Loyolite of the hours he spend in the PT ground playing football. After all, you have to literally beg at his feet to get a the sports items ehWill you come into my parlour said the spider to the fly…:P

When i pen down these thoughts i know im saying what every Loyolite who passes through those gates had to say tell the world. I am sure that they all had the same thoughts and i am sure they can relate to me when i say i shall miss the old forests waving the branches of the casurina trees around,our football field where we made our own games and our own rules (the only league in the world with an option called GOALIE CHANGE), where even murder would not amount to a free kick, the old slides, the ice cream soda (slurrrp), Joseph uncles Parattas, our loving uncles and the rest of it all that makesLoyola, Loyola.


So many things to say. Our farewell, the last Sports day, the last march past, the last football match,the last Assembly, the last time all of us stayed 2nd trip and all sat together in the bus singing out as loud as we can. Hell, why am i saying “last”?? We shall after all meet again and come together many a time to relive the times we had together in this sylvian campus. The LOBA(Loyola Old Boys Association) shall still remain an integral part of whatever happens in this school.As they say, there is nothing called an “Ex” Loyolite. You just become an old boy. You are still a Loyolite.I say to the place which has been home to me for all these years and to all my brothers and teachers: “Goodbye. For now.. but not forever. We shall meet again.”

For, we set out now, in quest of excellence….

(I would like to convery my sincere thanks to Akhil Andrews, Ashik S. Kalam And Vineeth Krishnan for reading through and helping me edit the contents. I appretiate all your comments)