I‘ve been putting off this post for quite a while, But I don’t think ill be able to any more seeing that all of my friends’ blogs have a post about Loyola and mine does not. Having studied in Loyola for 13 years it seems only proper for me to have one in my blog as well.
Where do I start? Words fail me … I realize how difficult it is to put in words what Loyola means to me. It’s hardly been a year and half since ive passed out but have I moved on??…I guess not… Everybody knows how passionate we are about school. In fact even after passing out most of us spend our free time at school, hanging out… a rarity in most other institutions, and that is precisely what makes Loyola different. To us it is more that just a school. It has become part of our soul.
13 of the most glorious years of my life I’ve spent here and I am proud to say that I cherish each and every moment of it too, thanks to 48 very special people, with whom ive spent more than three quarters of my life. Well, Ive had conflicts with quite a few of them, but over the years, ive come to realize that, you quarrel the most with people you truly care about. Every time I return to school warm memories swarm my mind. Heck, right now I’d give anything in the world to be a 16 yr old again and return to Loyola as a twelfth grader.
`Boy do I miss those lunch breaks…. Observing Darwins theory of evolution in action, in our own Joseph uncles watery beef curry…what used to be beef evolved into single celled and later even into multi cellular organisms… more recently sightings of humanoid creatures with opposable thumbs have been reported….
Then came a certain Mr. Fijo Funny’s computer classes…Mr Fijo Funny (alias) was none other than our dearest computer professor, who was roughly as intelligent as the guy who invented the wheel… This poor unsuspecting soul believed that every living hour we spent in the computer lab was devoted to cpp…. He also has the dubious distinction of being the only computer professor in the world who was unware of what a small group of computers connected over LAN is capable of. There was also a group of students whose sole purpose in life was to annoy the living shit out of poor Mr. Fijo….
Then there was dear old Edassery achan who threatened to expel me for not repaying a hugeeeeeee loan of 10 bucks. Syam still owes him a couple thousand bucks.
Oh yea, DP s classes were a treat too. DP …….who was able to see beyond the extreme sexual euphemism of a poem (kubla khan) while less confused perversion obsessed mortals like us were unable to. To quote a black immigrant dude from her class “Ithonnum kubla khan swapnathil polum vicharichu kaanilla!!!” Once in a while she’d take us out to the multimedia room to catch a good flick and we’d have the time of our lives “alambing”…that’s where some of us actually learnt to wolf whistle.
I even remember our biology classes way back in the sixth standard and someone asking Thomaskutty sir where a flowering plants testicles were??
Then there was joy sir…. our friendly neighbourhood genius who would have gone on to become the winner of the popular TV reality show ”Americas Next Big MAD SCIENTIST! Muhuhahaha*cough*” if he hadn’t become a teacher!! Some say he’s messy but I beg to deffer… he’s just obsessed with the 70 s style…ya know…the “sodakuppi” glass, the hippie hairstyle sans head band…and its common knowledge that in the 70’s people used to wear the same shirt atleast 4 times a week and shave once a year, so its okay.
Our batch plans to present him with a comb on our 10th anniversary reunion. (If he doesn’t have a wig by then that is!).
Being a K.U. sophomore is no fun at all. Heck, you don’t even get time to take a comfortable dump. Only now do I realize how much I truly miss Loyola. The happiest moments of my life were spent walking down that narrow lane from sreekariyam to Loyola. The Loyola, which gave me a thousand memories that ill hold close to my heart till my dying day; the Loyola that gave us the freedom to be whatever we wanted to be; the Loyola that moulded each and every one of us 49,into proper men of substance…
WE WERE THE 49- THE BOTS!!!!- BROTHERS……AND WILL ALWAYS BE TILL DEATH DO US PART!!!
