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.


Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I’m not sure about the universe.- Albert Einstein

October 21, 2007



This article contains uncensored explicit material unsuitable for minors. You must be at least 18 years of age to read. If you are under 18 years of age and you do read, you may be violating local, state or federal law. This article is not for the faint hearted. Do not read further if you feel sick of. ..well. sick stuff 😀 Anyone taking offence can to sue the author, provided he/she gives a written notice 50 years in advance.

It’s been like one month into college and the most used, or rather overused word on campus (and outside) has been, “ragging”. Ragging is the systematic ritual physical and psychological abuse of freshmen or other juniors by their seniors in an educational setup, with the purported intent of socially inducting the newcomers into the group. ( To borrow a sentence from wikipedia)

Though some of the stories you hear about the topic are outrageously funny, some also make you feel sick enough to go without dinner. Which is precisely why I answered “There is no ragging at our college” to a query on the same by a college mate on our online community. To start with, here are some of the amusing ones.

When college started many of us would go to college in KSRTC buses. And it was kinda surprising when one evening we saw Nitheesh get into the college bus, known to be a haven to the errr. “raggers?”. Rohit passes an apt remark, “daivame …avan bus il keeri.. naale shavam pongum”.

Nitheesh reports being asked by a senior about which part of his classmate (she was also on the bus at the time) he liked most. He replies “eyes”. Then he has to go around staring at the eyes of all the senior girls in the bus and try to find a similar kind of eye. He managed to get out of the bus alive, after meeting half the seniors and promising to do assignments about details of all the so called good-looking girls in his class 😀 Whenever he used to go in the bus, neatly dressed – that is to say with a tucked in shirt etc, they used to pull out his shirt. Now me being the usual “kanji” self, always went to college not caring much about how I dress. ( Have the experience of wearing slippers to school). Now the same seniors ask me to come the next day, dressed in my best; tucked in tight, plus shoes and polished belts. That hath amused many.

Someone in the bus asked me to sing a song. I’ve never been and never will be known for my singing. No sooner had I started a voice calls out from the front “da avanodu nirthan paredaaa……… entamo.. utter horror”.

And another asks me where I did my schooling. And he wonders why I have not a better rank to talk of despite being in the school which is known to produce some of the best results. “enthada avide padichittum athrayee ollo ?”
Me “cheta.. poyate ollu.. padichilla”
Chettan: “ Kollam.. enikkivane ishtapettu.. da neeyokke annu SCT il varende.. mon ivide vannal mati.. padikkenda… appo enne pole inkane vainokki irikkam”
In between I ran into another chettan on the way to the canteen. He pointed to another senior and said “go ask him his name.”. And so I did, and came back to report, “He says Mr. #####”
”Okay now go ask him his fathers name”.
I go ask and gets the reply, “atinu mumbu avante thanthede name chodiku. Inkane chodikkanam. ‘ninte thanthede peeru enthonnada patti’ “
I come back and start “errrrr…..”
”da atu paranja nine njan ividde vechu vettum”.

Then there was Rojan. He always used to get into the bus and ask “Chetta innu eetu song paadanam ? innale kal ho na ho paadi”

We go to our old school to play football and whom do we find there? Our seniors from 2 years before. The game was really funny. The SCT juniors refused to defend their seniors from the same college and so did CET. In fact… noble nodu ball vechitu pokan paranju. Avan vechittu poyi. Some of the dialogues included “ayoo njan SCT alle.. njan collegil ninnu resign chaiteee”

Then there was Akhil in CET. First day into college, he approaches the main gate and is immediately surrounded by his seniors. They ask him his name and our hero goes “buwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah ” (We thought he had stopped crying in 11th – obviously we were mistaken). Though we were much used to this behaviour, those guys weren’t. They scatter helter shelter and I’m told that some even took him to the canteen and bought him tea to pacify the baby.

And then there was Subin in the same college. A senior would get into class and he would move away. The senior would move to the side and he would move to the other. Soon they were moving in circles around the room. (Machu I had expected better of you man.)

To give these two company was Jojin, whose mother was a teacher in the same place. So as expected this guy too crossed the path of a coupla seniors. They asked him all his details which included, “Where does your mother work”. Came the answer, “teacheraaa”.
”Enthada schoolum collegum onum ille? Eviduthe teacheraa? “
”Ivideyokke thane “
”nee sheri avoola.. vegam poykko”.

That reminds me of a story narrated by a senior about how his classmates tried to make some juniors do the “mech salute”. Now the mech salute is like… well you have to stand with your legs apart and grab your crotch before saluting or something 😀 lol.
So this junior is cornered and asked to give the mech salute. He responds by saying he doesn’t know what it is. Commands the senior, “Well, grab the crotch”……… and the junior grabbed the seniors……
Everyone blinks….and blinks…………. And blinks. (That’s a classic)

Though most of the stuff that happens around campuses are fun and laughable sometimes they do cross some of the limits. And if you are wondering it happens only around here; you are greatly mistaken. Another good friend started his year in BITS, Dubai. In his own words, “I had to imagine my butt was a pencil and write my name on the wall.”

Now here I would like to paste a paragraph my old classmate, now at NIT, Calicut, posted on our class community.
”well….well… many of u were made to do the following……..go and tell a Rajasthani gal…”you are looking very sexy today”….n then to get her comments on that written on your hand? Well….she was about to write on my hand when some seniors (unfortunately, northie chettans) came by and…they told me to fuck off……… 😛 ….Then had to walk around the whole campus with ur bag in front which apparently appears as something else(yeah!…u guessed it rite)……buying cigarette packets….being dragged into cars by seniors , “RAGGED”…n then being dropped off at the same place(mafia style…..!)….heh…pattum dancum okke usual stuff…..tell me sumthing new…….anyways….to all fellas who r yet to b ragged..happy ragging….. AAAYUSHMAN BHAVA>>!!”

(may his soul rest in peace. Amen)

That brings us to some of the more SICK cases. Again up north. For its always there its sicker. (not counting the friend who got beaten up by some drunks in college in this city.)

A senior from my school who joined IIT last year had to watch a porno movie and label the parts.

Then there was a guy who was given an assignment to write 1000 words on “The history of underwear”. He passed the test with flying colours- thanks to all the nonsense-writing training that the Loyolites have gone through these many years of thinking up crap to fill English essays with. His next assignment however was a bit unpleasant, having to do with going around campus and asking the female subjects about certain biological frequencies and plotting it on a graph. I spare you the details, and your dinner.

Here again I paste the words from a fellow now at NIFT, Banglore.

I was made to:-

1. Propose to at least 30 dif gals including seniors and people u meet on streets.
2. Smooooooch a wooden door in canteen n front of 100 odd people.(30 secs).
3. Dance on top of table with 4 ponytails on my head
4. Fuck a tree in a park 4 full 3 minutes.
5. Give birth to a kid. (laber room was the canteen and I was lying on a table..), nane him n breast feed him. I had 2 oranges in my t-shirt.
6. Be a dildo n talk about myself (galz askd dis one)
7. Was raped by 3 (had 2 act lik dat vid proper sound n spcl fx)

Wow, I take the other sentence back. Sorry about your dinner guys 😀

Now you can save three days worth of food.

Mebbe this again was fun. But the next one sure isn’t. This guy at BITS say that they have to dance nude around a fire with a cigarette burning in their butts. Ugh.
Further I heard that another got pushed off a ladder by seniors and broke his leg or so. His parents took it to court.

For some, its fun and maybe even a break from college. And yes sure if taken in the right spirit. But sometimes it sure does go out of hand. Just read a report in the paper that some guys got send to jail for the act. It’s an unbailable offence after all.

With the increasing privatization of higher education in India, academic institutions in India have been experiencing increasing ragging related excesses. A report from 2007 highlights 42 instances of physical injury, and reports on ten deaths purportedly the result of ragging:

Ragging has caused a total of ten deaths in the last 2 years, [all of which] are not those of freshers. C. Lalitha, the mother of Mukesh ended her life due to the controversy surrounding the sexual abuse of her son during ragging (Andhra Pradesh, Sept 2006). Three of the ragging deaths were that of seniors: two seniors were killed by a first year student when he was being ragged (Vidyanagar, MP, Aug 2006); one senior ended his life when he was punished for ragging. The other seven deaths were those of freshman, six who committed suicide, and one due to the result of brutal ragging (equivalent to murder).

In addition, a number of freshers were severely traumatized to the extent that they were admitted to mental institutions.

After reading this, do you at Kerala uni think your being ragged?

Well, think again..

P.S. Though this be the most explicit content I have written so far, I again had to avoid a LOT of stuff which were TOO much even for those above 18. I would have had to add “and studied in my class 😀 ”. So you can imagine the degree of sickness of the stuff in my mind.

P.P.S. If you are any political activist, NGO official, government official, security/police officer etc, then to you I declare this whole article to be purely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead(pun intended) are coincidental. The author reserves his right to be silent on questions about the characters involved in the write-up.


It’s the circle of life…

September 17, 2007

Sree Chitra Tirunal Institute of Technology-Reputedly the second best college in the city.
That is where i have ended up after years of not studying, one month of crash courses, one week of praying and three days of stu…err.. trying to study. Not to mention the six months or so of insufferable boredom we had to go through after the entrances ( all thanks to the super efficient government that we have elected). I’ve been to college like three days now. And can you belive so much stuff have happened in this short while ? READ.

Rumours about how things are run in this place reached me long before I even knew where the collge was situated- all thanks to the numerous seniors from our school who made it to the same college. For nearly a year Prasanth chettan has been telling me about how he barly knows the whole campus, how they call strikes for everything etc.

And one week ago I got a better idea about the strike part during my conversation with another Senior in messenger.

Senior: 2nd yr innu strike vilichu , we dint co operate
Syam Nath: lol why? strike for what ?
Senior : switch board il thottaal shock adikkunnu
Syam Nath : =))
Senior : pandu collgile maram vettiyathinu nammal s3 yil strike vilichatha

Also heard is that, they called a strike because of the smoke entering the campus while the road outside was being re-surfaced. 🙂

Armed with the knowledge that life in this place was going to be a lot different from the life we have had at school so far, I and my father walked into the campus last wednesday to complete the admission formalities. On entry into the main building i was greeted by the sight of this chechi throwing her footwear at a chettan. (Probably her best friend)

Sometime later I was talking to Gokul chettan, neighbour and senior and asked him if he knew where Prasanth chettan, 2nd year was?. He decided that we go to his class and find out. We find out the 2nd year computer class and ask around for Prasanth to realise that he was not lying after all when he says he does not go to class. His own classmates do not know who Prasanth is. 😐

From nine in the morning till three in the evening, i was there and saw a couple of seniors being in the hall the whole time, confirming my belief that no one ever attended regular class in this place. Later i saw a senior and asked ” Chetto, no class for you now ? ”

“Njan cut adei” comes the reply)
“What about attendence? ”
“Aarelum proxy vilicholum”

At around noon i came across an other seniors from school and asks “Chettanum cut anno?” (You are also bunking classes??)
Comes the reply, “podei, i just came to college”

Ankane ADIKAM sambhava vikasankal ilate ah divasam kadannu poyi 🙂

The next day our classes began officially in SCT. College inte sontham bus aaya KSRTC il annu nammal freshers inte yathra. What to do yaar… matte bus il keriya seniors chaps akum. That day evening, Nitheesh boarded the college bus to go home . Seeing that Rohit proclaims, ” De, avan bus il keeri.. naale shavam pongum”….
A Nitheesh who went into the bus all smiling and neatly dressed , tucked in etc…. came back the next day alive to the surprise of many. But the look on his face conveyed everything.

Even through hearing stories about seniors pickling the guys they got hold off and hearing more about them waiting for me(Thanks to our community activities on ) the classes were like throughly enjoyable; all thanks to some brilliant dramatic speeches by the SFI and some teachers.

First day itself the SFI unit marched into our building to give us the ROYAL welcome. We heard an argument down the corridor. From what we made out, some teacher had asked them to stop there. Odane vili thodanki ” pratishedham pratishedham… SFI yude pratishedham”..
A round of applause 2 minutes later made it aparant that they had been given permission to come in. In marches a gang of seniors with a white flag.They distrubuted sweets to the whole classs and then itself Oru chettan speech thodanki. Half way into it a guy from class stood up and interrupted the blood boiling words (which possibly would otherwise have fired up many a student into rebellion. )and asks, “chetta.. muttayi kiteela”
Chettan: “@!# $@#$#Q@$ ”
Shortly he went on to speak about the history of the organisation and ended it with ” … ankane SFI yude chengotta aaya SCT ileku ningalku hardavamaaya swagatham.. thats all.”
Nammal motham koode ezhunettu ninnu clap adichu.. oru period poyi kitti.

This was the first doubt that Akri (Arun Krishna) asked in his college life. “Iee SFI il cherunnatu enkana? “….comes the reply “atu avanmaru chertholum.. menakedenda”

The college, i have discovered, have some teachers who are much more interested in wasting time than the students. This new teacher called the attendance around three times in three different orders. Rojan remarks to me “iyaalu ollapo nammal enthina time waste chaiyan menakedunne”.(with him around why should we take an interest in wasting time) The next class he came and 5 minutes into class his mobile rang. He said he would come back in 5 minutes and our class waited for him the next whoe hour. Rojan again remarks: ” enikorappa.. ayaalu ALARM vechitu eranki poyata”(me thinks he purposefuly set the alarm to ring at this time.)

(entameee ..avanete koode irunna enne get out adikum.. seriously)

That day introduced to us another teache, who supposedly TEACHES us Basic electrical engg. He came to class and says “che why are all the books open. Close it.. first class alle.
Now about me. My name is <….>. And about the marking scheme. You neednt submit me any assignments. And your attendance also ..i will be giving you full 10 marks. Venel classil varam okay…pinne enne patti vere enthu ariyanam? njan married annu.. oru child ondu… and ente brother ondu.. hes not married…. aarkelum sister ondel nammalku alochikkam.. ondo ???”

“ivide lets behave like friends…. nammal ellam friendly aayirikum.. ninkalku ennodu enthum chodikkam.. venel theri vilikkam….but njan tirichu vilikkum… atum ninkalu sahikkanam . Anyone has any doubts about me?”

Me: “Sir ..nammalku oru cinema kaanan pokamo?”
Sir: “Eda mone .. njan kaanunna cinema ninakonnum kaaan kollathilleda”
Whispering from behind me: “iyaaalku oru childee olllaaa? ”

He goes on to tell us about electricity and ATTRACTION between particles thus : ” For example….. ivide evanmarrku(points to the boys).. ninakale kanda(the girls) bhayankara atttractionaa”.

A guy sitting in my bench is from Bihar. (I talked to him half an hour in malayalam without knowledge of the matter). To him the above sir says, “Oh malayalam theriyaata?… ”
A guy remarks: ” sir namal padipichu kodukunundu”
Sir “Nalla nalla THA KA PA MA.. vechokke olla words kondu thanne thodankanam .. kettode?”
(The said Bihari now responds with “sukham thanne” if you ask him his name).

All said and done, that sir is one of the best we came across.

Ankane paranju parnaju valare sambhavabahulamaaya oru class hour koodi avasanichu.

SCT is a new experience. To quote from DP’s note about an old poem, “It is the mourning about the passing away of one way of life… giving way to another. The never ending cycle of change. The circle of life”.
On the first day i learned that the current principal of SCT, who teaches me taught my dad in CE, THIRTY EIGHT years ago. Wow thats a long time. It feels weird to be taught by the same guy. Always keeps wanting to ask how dad was in class. Was he indeed as bright as he always boasts? heh. Another historic connection comes in , in the form of the PTA president who was my dad’s classmate the same thirty eight years back.
Yes the circle has come around. And to complete it… dad gave me the old protractor he used to take to college. It is yellowish in colour and looks like it belongs in the museum rather than in my bag. A piece of history…a piece of life for me now.

This post is written, all thanks to Felicity who gave me the idea and asked me to write about the beginning of college. It extends a very warm and heartful thanks to her, not only for the above but also for being the wonderfully warm and loving person and friend she is.

The author fears for his life in the eventuality that some of his seniors from college come across this post.
Allel thanneyum…mikkavarrum naale thanne enne seniors pokum… valatum bakki ondel avanmaru pickle akki oru matchbox(Athraye kannu) il akki… parcel ayakum. Had a slight disagreement with them. ah varunnatu varunnidathu vechu kaanam…
Pray for me.Thankoo..

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.


LA Fest and the ex(?)Loyolite.

July 25, 2007

LA Fest 2007.

Another LA Fest, gone. But the memories linger on.

LA Fest 07 “happened” (of course LA Fest is a happening thing) on the 23rd of July in the Sutter hall.(As usual, but perhaps for the last time- The new auditorium coming up and all). This time ten schools from around the city and outside participated. Namely, St. Thomas Residential, St. Thomas Central, Holy Angels ISC, Kendriya Vidyalaya Pattom, KV Pangode, Bharatiya Vidya Bhavan, Sainik School, Infant Jesus, St Mary’s Poorjappura and Trivandrum International. From nine in the morning till six in the evening , clashed they did . And when battle was over, there stood amongst the dust the winners , with the coveted Nataraja… the winners for the fourth time.. Holy Angels. St Thomas Residential came runners up in the 12th edition of the LA Fest. A Special edition of the LA Fest. An edition that bid adieu to one of the foundation stones behind the saga. The one that bid farewell to Deepa Ma’am. (That’s for you , the non-loyolite reader. For us… She is our DP . called so affectionatly, or as one of the founding fathers of LA Fest, Vivek said…”authoritatively”) Every year many a hand write many an article about LA Fest. Every year they say this will be the last. And every next year they unsay it. But, now finally the ever supportive DP stepped out of the Loyola gates, bidding good bye. Will this be the last? Reminds me of our time when Fr. principal declared that it has now passed 10 years and will go on till 25. With God’s grace, it shalt.

I intend to write not on the fiesta itself but what it was to me. I have so far seen three editions of LA Fest. And every year the argument pops up if this was the best of that was the best. Every batch who has hosted one claims that theirs was the best. But this LA Fest for me has changed a bit. For once im looking at it from the view of an outsider. Outsider? No, i forget. There are no Ex Loyolites. Only old boys and older boys. So yes, from the point of view of an old boy. One who has been there, done it and now watch as his successors go through the same. For the first time i (and the rest of the BOTS), went to LA Fest, not to participate, not to organise but watch and help as our juniors put up their own show. I t was good by the way dear junior reader. But none in any batch will agree that any other than theirs was the best and we are no different. But if you ask me, it all comes down to the quality of participation and by some luck we had better quality and quantity.

What was my role in this years ?

Every year it starts off with a load of seniors coming over for the “talk”. Few weeks before D-day me and a couple of my friends went to school, visited the present senior classes and we and DP gave them the start they needed. And then i had no news from that area for quite some time, other than that the boys were kinda finding it rather difficult in the absense of DP. By the way, they did well despite her not being there.

The next time i went there was the day before the grand show. And as usual half of the recent 3 batches passouts were there. LA Fest is kindof like a back to school gathering for the old boy. They, nah, we(i keep forgetting that now im one of THEM), were there, cleanin, sweeping , decourating, arranging, advicing, chatting and well enjoying. That evening i got and idea of what my role would be the next day. It seemed that they needed to make a video. And so it was that the next day i , with a borrowed camera set from a dear pal(Thanks Rohit), stood in the middle of the sutter hall for nearly seven hours shooting the thing while HAC screamed their lungs out on my left year and sanik plus santhomites on my right ear.(ouch)

It all seemed cliched. The same scenes repeating itself before me. Sometimes even the same dance teams doing the same dance to the same song. The videos not working at the last moment- a repeat from the last 4-5 years. The same schools sitting at the same places with the same teachers, cheering, yelling , howling, whistling, screaming… It all was a replay to me. But for two events which left a mark of difference.

First of those two memorable moments came when Sanik school dedicated a song to their friend who recently passed away. For one minute the audience from all the differnt schools, -with all their differences in opinions, difference in uniforms, difference in you name what- stood up together as one and payed their respects to the departed soul. Truely it was a soul stirring moment.

LA Fest usually saves it’s best for the last and normally they pull it off with a blast of a dance. But this time the special end to LA Fest came in a CD.. in a documentary that Krishnadev and co created to honour the pillar behind LA Fest. A documentary which paid tribute to DP. Just before the closing ceremony, they announced the screening of the documentary which began with “Long long ago , a woman set foot in loyola…” It went on to tell the story about how things would never be the same after and ended with “To us she was our DP. DP we miss you.. we love you…” And for the first and perhaps the last time the force behind LA Fest was herself forced on stage in front of the audience who once again put their differences behind, and rose to applaud the genius who kept the show running all these years. Amidst thunderous applause and tears she was helped on stage to address the gathering. She began with “childern of all the schools…” and put down in one minute what LA Fest had been to her and her students of all these years. And then a tear trickled down my cheek. It was one of those rare emotional moments which make me d that. That was what made me write about LA Fest again, though i had written twice about it already.

Twelve LA Fests gone. Thirteenth has been promised.(Thanks to princi) But now it suffers a setback. The pillar which held it up all these years, uprooted from the room to the right of the stage at the Loyola quadrangle .. and planted back at All Saints. Loyola’s loss shall indeed be All Saint’s gain. Will LA Fest survive it? This year my dearest junior’s did struggle and their efforts was not in vain.They did pull it off.. but will the next ones do?

lets wait and see….


[DP, if you ever read this, come back to us…. i mean go back to them(still hard to accept that we are not what we were last year) … they need you…]

This is the copy of the documentary shown on LA  Fest.. Watch…

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 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.