XII, The known, the unknown and the forgotten
The known, the unknown and the forgotten Life is a misery to be born, a trouble to live, and a pain to die. -Click- the television goes dead. An ominous shadow looms large over me eclipsing that very sacred tube light which beamed out hysterically over me just moments ago. Time and space loses all meaning (with due apologies to Mr. Einstein) as I alter my line of sight vertically upwards and see dad with a remote in one hand and the other fixed towards a blessed chemistry assignment (with not more than a few hundred sums on volumetric titration) given so ungrudgingly by a very special “IIT coaching institute”. With words which would (literally) melt the toughest of hearts (“Better solve these questions by tomorrow or else….”) My story now takes an insane twist. From the cushioned comforts of my living room, you are taken to the deep dark environs of a dense evergreen tropical rainforest (Fr Edassery’s geography classes have worked wonders!!!) where the very mention of sunlight would mean sacrilege. In the murky depths of the forest lurks a primitive, uncivilized cannibalistic tribe, which rules the jungle with a murdering vengeance. The fifty odd savages (make that forty-nine. I prefer to remain an exception) spell T-E-R-R-O-R in the very souls of their terrified prey. Recent reports indicate that their cave codenamed “XII A” is where they plot and execute their deadly plans. Read on reader, as I shed light on this unknown tribe for the greater glory of science and humanity (who knows? It may prove to be an inspiration to National Geographic someday). Maybe I went a bit haywire in my exaggerations (I swear I didn’t!) but believe me life’s hell for the denizens of the eleventh. Just after tenth when they thought it couldn’t get any worse, the twelfth came as an unforeseen bolt from the blue (or shall I say made us see red?) The twelfth introduced us to a concept as old as time. A concept, which stands as a proud testimony to the invincibility of Indian culture. The concept of tuitions. Please let me explain before you open your mouth in unbounded exclamation. A few centuries ago we had gurukuls. These, usually located inside deep forests were abodes of gurujis who, for a limited dakshina taught their students. Modern day gurukuls, renamed tuitions are much the same (except in the case of a limited dakshina maybe ). It instills in me a real sense of pride when see that our ancient culture and values are followed to this day. Here’s an interesting fact. Ever noticed that the number of tuitions one goes to is directly proportional to the square of his heartbreaks. Sad but true. “The cause?” you ask. A singular evil that lurks in tuitions and stalks its innocent prey. An evil, which enters through your dazed head, makes its way to your heart and then rears its hood and strikes. No mortal hath defied it…. and lived. The GIRLS syndrome. Another tragic addition to the already long list of woes facing us. For instance take my friend’s case. One fine morn he sees this Goddess with deep blue eyes and, wavy hair and goes totally berserk! A die-hard optimist he searched for her across the seven seas (seven junctions between his home and tuition centre) but never saw her again. The poor guy lives in a state of perpetual trauma. If you happen to see a girl with deep blue eyes and wavy hair tell her that someone somewhere loves her deeply….( the author will NOT be responsible for any medical bills that may arise as a result) Everything that has a beginning has an end (take the matrix for instance). So snap back to reality, reader. I’ve got just 233 sums left in volumetric titrations which now brings us to the most important question “WHAT THE HELL IS THE ATOMIC MASS OF THE THIRD ISOTOPE OF THE SECONDARY ALLOTROPE OF POLONIUM??”
Life’s a long headache in a noisy street
Life’s just one damn thing after another (The author wishes to thank the readers who appreciate him for his extraordinary talent in writing. May these words of his remain forever immortal on the golden sands of time….)
The known, the unknown and the forgotten Life is a misery to be born, a trouble to live, and a pain to die. -Click- the television goes dead. An ominous shadow looms large over me eclipsing that very sacred tube light which beamed out hysterically over me just moments ago. Time and space loses all meaning (with due apologies to Mr. Einstein) as I alter my line of sight vertically upwards and see dad with a remote in one hand and the other fixed towards a blessed chemistry assignment (with not more than a few hundred sums on volumetric titration) given so ungrudgingly by a very special “IIT coaching institute”. With words which would (literally) melt the toughest of hearts (“Better solve these questions by tomorrow or else….”) My story now takes an insane twist. From the cushioned comforts of my living room, you are taken to the deep dark environs of a dense evergreen tropical rainforest (Fr Edassery’s geography classes have worked wonders!!!) where the very mention of sunlight would mean sacrilege. In the murky depths of the forest lurks a primitive, uncivilized cannibalistic tribe, which rules the jungle with a murdering vengeance. The fifty odd savages (make that forty-nine. I prefer to remain an exception) spell T-E-R-R-O-R in the very souls of their terrified prey. Recent reports indicate that their cave codenamed “XII A” is where they plot and execute their deadly plans. Read on reader, as I shed light on this unknown tribe for the greater glory of science and humanity (who knows? It may prove to be an inspiration to National Geographic someday). Maybe I went a bit haywire in my exaggerations (I swear I didn’t!) but believe me life’s hell for the denizens of the eleventh. Just after tenth when they thought it couldn’t get any worse, the twelfth came as an unforeseen bolt from the blue (or shall I say made us see red?) The twelfth introduced us to a concept as old as time. A concept, which stands as a proud testimony to the invincibility of Indian culture. The concept of tuitions. Please let me explain before you open your mouth in unbounded exclamation. A few centuries ago we had gurukuls. These, usually located inside deep forests were abodes of gurujis who, for a limited dakshina taught their students. Modern day gurukuls, renamed tuitions are much the same (except in the case of a limited dakshina maybe ). It instills in me a real sense of pride when see that our ancient culture and values are followed to this day. Here’s an interesting fact. Ever noticed that the number of tuitions one goes to is directly proportional to the square of his heartbreaks. Sad but true. “The cause?” you ask. A singular evil that lurks in tuitions and stalks its innocent prey. An evil, which enters through your dazed head, makes its way to your heart and then rears its hood and strikes. No mortal hath defied it…. and lived. The GIRLS syndrome. Another tragic addition to the already long list of woes facing us. For instance take my friend’s case. One fine morn he sees this Goddess with deep blue eyes and, wavy hair and goes totally berserk! A die-hard optimist he searched for her across the seven seas (seven junctions between his home and tuition centre) but never saw her again. The poor guy lives in a state of perpetual trauma. If you happen to see a girl with deep blue eyes and wavy hair tell her that someone somewhere loves her deeply….( the author will NOT be responsible for any medical bills that may arise as a result) Everything that has a beginning has an end (take the matrix for instance). So snap back to reality, reader. I’ve got just 233 sums left in volumetric titrations which now brings us to the most important question “WHAT THE HELL IS THE ATOMIC MASS OF THE THIRD ISOTOPE OF THE SECONDARY ALLOTROPE OF POLONIUM??”
Life’s a long headache in a noisy street
Life’s just one damn thing after another (The author wishes to thank the readers who appreciate him for his extraordinary talent in writing. May these words of his remain forever immortal on the golden sands of time….)
The 2005 La Fest Speech
Distinguished Chief-Guest, Dr Neena Kumari, Reverend Fr Principal, Fr Varghese Anikuzhy, Teachers and all you guys and gals out here. It has been one long party today, but the time has now come for us to say goodbye. This day has been a break for all of us from our mundane everyday lives which usually consist of study, study and more study with very little time for any activity which gives way to your creativity, your talent and your innovation. LA Fest has been and will ever remain a celebration of Life n Art with a promise to be a melting pot of ideas, expressions, creativity and talent.
The day has been further enlivened by the presence of our chief guest, Dr Neena Prasad who inspired us with her inspiring talk/performance. I’m sure Madam; there are many here who would simply love to emulate you. We thank you madam for honouring us with your presence.
Second, I would like to thank our very own principal, Fr Varghese Anikuzhy who has been instrumental in helping us organize this festival. Thank You Father.
A special thank you goes to the Principals and teachers of the participating schools who have ensured that their teams put up a great performance onstage
I would also like to thank all the judges who have taken pains to come here, helping us decide the results and sacrificing their valuable time. A big hand for all of them please.
Its not the result that counts but your spirit, dedication and flair. And for sure there was no lack of it in the participants who rocked the Sutter Hall with some awesome performances. Keep up the spirit guys!
Its been a blast, thanks to the hard work, the perseverance and dedication of the Loyolites which included weeks of meticulous planning and team work. Come on, let me hear a roar for all of them.
And finally, no event is complete without the screaming audience, which has kept the Sutter Hall alive all day long. Thank you people for your presence in the tenth edition of LA Fest. It was great to be hosting you guys here at Loyola
Remember
Genius does what it must
Talent does what it can.
THANK YOU
Distinguished Chief-Guest, Dr Neena Kumari, Reverend Fr Principal, Fr Varghese Anikuzhy, Teachers and all you guys and gals out here. It has been one long party today, but the time has now come for us to say goodbye. This day has been a break for all of us from our mundane everyday lives which usually consist of study, study and more study with very little time for any activity which gives way to your creativity, your talent and your innovation. LA Fest has been and will ever remain a celebration of Life n Art with a promise to be a melting pot of ideas, expressions, creativity and talent.
The day has been further enlivened by the presence of our chief guest, Dr Neena Prasad who inspired us with her inspiring talk/performance. I’m sure Madam; there are many here who would simply love to emulate you. We thank you madam for honouring us with your presence.
Second, I would like to thank our very own principal, Fr Varghese Anikuzhy who has been instrumental in helping us organize this festival. Thank You Father.
A special thank you goes to the Principals and teachers of the participating schools who have ensured that their teams put up a great performance onstage
I would also like to thank all the judges who have taken pains to come here, helping us decide the results and sacrificing their valuable time. A big hand for all of them please.
Its not the result that counts but your spirit, dedication and flair. And for sure there was no lack of it in the participants who rocked the Sutter Hall with some awesome performances. Keep up the spirit guys!
Its been a blast, thanks to the hard work, the perseverance and dedication of the Loyolites which included weeks of meticulous planning and team work. Come on, let me hear a roar for all of them.
And finally, no event is complete without the screaming audience, which has kept the Sutter Hall alive all day long. Thank you people for your presence in the tenth edition of LA Fest. It was great to be hosting you guys here at Loyola
Remember
Genius does what it must
Talent does what it can.
THANK YOU
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