Living as brothers....

Well the blog everyone has been waiting for, after much persuasion from friends i am finally going to write out my views and experiences as written on the back of my zoology record book. OK at the beginning of this blog i was confused with what name i was going to give to this blog, my first idea was to put it as thesearethedays.blogspot.com but since it wasn't available i asked amal and rakesh two of my closest friends to help me out, so the discussion on the naming of the blog began, i asked them what they think about dieaslikesouls.blogspot.com and amal said what about willdieassouls.blogspot.com, but you see me and rakesh read it as will die assholes . blog spot .com. So the idea of willdieassouls was canceled, and finally the name livingasbrothers was decided on and that's how this blog starts people LIVING AS BROTHERS.


A typical classroom, on the front is a blackboard and a short, mind me very short sir is standing there. He is half bald wearing thick gold frame less glasses, his front pockets burst with his thick purse and a couple of pens. He is blabbering away at what seems like the answers to a recent test. His first sentence is, "you all only have that much standard as that of an 8th standard student. Do you know ten years ago Loyola had much more standard and dedicated students". Suddenly from some corner of the class a hidden mouth speaks out, "sir, Bhadranandji". None notice the hidden mouth, the sir is out of words suddenly a mobile phone rings, it appears to be from the student sitting nearest to the sir, Ganesh. He slowly puts his hand into his pocket, everyone looks at him, someone near me whispers to his friend, "aliya avantae kaaryam kalipaayi"(brother, he is in deep trouble). Ganesh takes his hand out of his pocket and holds up his handkerchief and blows his nose. Everyone is startled. The mobile is still ringing, giving off the tune of a very recent song. Thats when the sir realizes the sound is coming from his own pocket. As he runs out of the classroom taking out his phone the classroom bursts out in laughter. This is a regular zoology period for us.

Well, we are finally back to the class were it all began, the old 8 A classroom. Actually i hear that our Principal's plan was to conduct our classes on the main stage in the quadrangle after our err... amazing performance in our usual 12 B classroom way away from the Principal's office. Finally we are back in the 8 A classroom, which is right next to the Principal's office. Not so bad considering the stage would mean regular stares from any teacher passing by, not to mention the giggles and grins of younger Loyolites. Speaking of younger Loyolites, we the 12th standard guys classify them into 3 groups, mainly the juniors who have no respect for us, the kids who listen to us and the kids who are way too cute to refuse anything. Unfortunately the later two groups became extinct when we became seniors and the juniors mainly consist of the first group. So we have to stand daily in the bus to let these small hooligans sit. When we were juniors we have given up our seats for our seniors, now we have to give up our seats for our juniors. Well at least after 13 years in Loyola we have learned of the best ways to stand in a public bus. Returning back to our class, there again the students are classified into 3. The kidilam group, the guys who rule Loyola, the dancers, the players, the cool guys. Then the paavam group, the guys who remain silent minding their own business and the buji group the guys who take their chemistry notes talking about reduction point to the football grounds and remain on the sides studying, and then there is Oman who doesn't come in any of these groups. He is the guy who asks a doubt on derivatives in the zoology period and acts as if nothing is wrong. He is the kind of guy who explains why the hot girl next door is in love with his bulging belly and expects us to believe that. But it isn't right to criticize him, he is a great guy alright.

Talking about great guys, let me introduce you to Amal, the king of 12 B, the JOKER of our class, don't think the funny joker, i am talking about the dark knight joker. He never fails to entertain the class even during James sirs thick lecture on Ayurveda plants grown in north Wayanad which apparently are also found in Venjaramoodu. He is the kind of guy who has many theories and philosophies mainly on girls. His widely accepted theory on how to "catch" a girl is known well throughout err.... Prasanth Nagar. You can never say any joke to him without his traditional 'taaaaaaaaaadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa' and ' i thought my jokes were bad' comments. This is the guy who named me 'Toma'. The guy who unknowingly called me by my father's nickname, which i take as a great prestige. His thoughts on many matter have made me realize many things. Our discussions on many many unanswered questions err... result in many many more unanswered questions.

Next i want to talk about Rakesh, my brother, i may not mean that literally but i do mean that with all my heart and all my life. If there is any place in Trivandrum that you can spot that we haven't been to together then i will surely shave my head bald, that's us. Rakesh is the guy who has stuck by me through thick and thin. He was even with me when we were caught by the police for speeding. Finally our ticket had complaints about speeding, excessive sound from the vehicle, no horn, no lights, no indicator, no license, no registration book, i am sure the copper would have gone on and on if i hadn't given him 500Rs( he wouldn't settle for 100). That's me and Rakesh.

Anyway talking about our err...wonderful experience with the copper reminds me of Emma. My true love as in fairy tales, the one meant for me by God, she has been with me all my life. Don't misunderstand me people, Emma is my 16 year old kinetic honda. She is the most popular female in Loyola school. She was the official Lafest vehicle......which err.......ended up in the finishing of the treasury with a balance of 4rs or so i hear. Anyway Emma has traits of many world class sports bike. For eg. her mileage is almost as much as that of the fastest bike in the world a Hayabuza, a whooping 2 km pl. Well her brake shoe was ruined almost an year ago since then i have had more crashes than i have taken off. Emma is awesome even at this age i have taken her at a speed of 100 kmph in a downhill at full acceleration. Emma and i have had lots of street racing which ends up victoriously sometimes and loses at others. Loses err....result in the opposing winner adding exclusive words to my dictionary very very much. Well the streets have always been my passion, street dancing have been one among my great passions, I have worked hard in this area, but self praise isn't at all good, that's what 8 years of dancing has taught me. I would love to talk about my street dancing experiences but since it involves none of my Loyolite friends i shall leave it for another episode.

Talking about dancing reminds me of the Lafest dance. The days when Jun and I would roam around in Emma and his kinetic. We once got out of our school bus in the morning, after falling down on Santhosh uncle's feet, then ran from water works to Jun's house through millions of side lanes to get our dances audio CD. Another time when we were returning from school on Emma at 11 pm in the night, suddenly Emma gave up on me. She was extra thirsty and finished up her petrol tank. Dammit tired from the days dancing practice, and sleep inching into my eyes, we check out a petrol tank a few meters away. Even after lots of begging they refused to give us any petrol and literally chased us out of there, and we are stuck. We take Emma and park her in the shadows kind of like the batman's bike you know, except instead of Gotham city, we park it in a side lane right beside Trivandrum club and walk i don't know like a 1000 km through hundreds of by lanes to reach Jun's house and he takes his kinetic and gives me a ride to our home, even at 11 pm in the night he leaves me a km away from my house. Yes those were Lafest days.

So lets get back to 12 B. Our next guy is Aravind Sj, the guy leading the buji group. He wants to get into IIT so that he can spend the rest of his life on his crush's lap ( SJ make particular notice that i didn't mention any name). The naughty pussycat wants his little tweety bird.

Next i come on to Prem. He is the regular teenager if all regular teenagers owns 3 branded juice shops worth more than a couple of crores, and like all regular teenagers he dances, plays basketball and of course studies well. He is our boosha mothalaali, and one among our exclusive gang of 12 B V.I.P's. Now talking about Prem, it reminds me of the time we went to St Thomas to get an admission form for one among his millions of out of station friends.Anyway since i had stopped all the mouth looking business( or you can say i still don't have enough guts to even look into a woman's face yet, another Loyolite quality). Anyway since Prem is the decent guy who never looks at any girl, we both keep our standard and reaches the office of the school, which by the way is at the 3rd or 4rth floor of the building and each floor is filled with students mainly female students. We are too decent and asks the office about the admission and stuff. We didn't get what we came for anyway, so we took off back on Emma, while we were taking off I asked Prem out of sheer curiosity where the basketball courts were and Prem, being an exsanthomite asked me to slow down and pointed straight into the school. Unfortunately for us Prem pointed straight into a bunch of girls. Let me explain how the bunch of girls would see this as, 2 guys on a scooter suddenly slowing down, one of the guys pointing at these girls and the other guy looking at them. We lost all our image then and there, embarrassed we ran for our lives out of there.

Now the hair raising man, Athul is the kind of guy who would send messages to a wide amount of girls in my name from my phone and later i have to explain to the girl, how i err..dont have feelings for her. He has only one thought in his mind *******, ask him to express his ideas on green house effects and he starts explaining about *******'s nose *******'s ears and so on. Even during our la fest dance if noticed you can see Athul either blowing up his hair or pulling it back. I imagine Athul's and *******'s kids to have long flowing hair so that they can keep blowing it up and down. [To Athul, the moment you touch me i am so definitely going to change the asterisks with her name].

Talking about Athul, it reminds me of my birthday, we were at the street that leads up to Ajith sir's house, Ajith sir is the greatest teacher that i have ever known, whose experiences are unlimited, he is a great man who helps us in more than one ways through his advices comments and his model lifestyle, his thoughts and experiences on many matters have indeed enlightened us anyway back to our story and Athul and I were on Emma and had just reached the beginning of the street where rakesh and prem were standing facing us. Suddenly both Prem's and Rakesh's eyes moves towards our right side, we that is athul and i don't realize whats going on until 3 girls pass by, we dint get enough time to see them. Since i lost interest in these things long before, i dint ask much. Athul on the other hand was asking as much questions as he can to Prem and Rakesh finally frustrated Prem said the girl on the left was good looking. The girls were a good 50 mtrs away by then. Athul being the athlete that he is sprinted the whole 50 mtrs jumping over autorickshaws and all to look at this girl, he stopped a little distance in front of these girls and turned around as if he had forgotten something and slightly peeped at the girl. From 50 mtrs away we could see Athuls disgusted face and we burst out laughing. As he reached near us he held 4 fingers up hiding his thumb behind his palm indicating the number 4, and Prem asks. "out off.....", "out of 10 of course" athul replies, that's our dear athul.

Now that i have mentioned Prem, Rakesh, Athul and Sj my friends through lives the guys who coincidentally happen to be my bus, the great bus number 3. Yes well we discuss everything in our bus from Sj's intense views on his tweety bird, to Prem's crush on his girl next door to Rakesh's online line adi, and to my err.....Kunfu moves. The bus isn't the only place where we discuss stuff. Out favorite hang outs include the museum and of course passion fruit. There isn't a free moment of our lives that we have not spend together. The number of evenings we have spend simply walking around the museum. Finally ending up in our favourite spot " pullintae mootil" ( thats our nick name for the restaurant). Where we either eat chocolate ice cream or drink mirinda.

And about passion fruit, the time and money we have spend there is way too much, but the moments there are priceless. I remember one time Amal, Prem, Rakesh, Athul and myself were drinking Liberty from Passion Fruit, and suddenly just to irritate Prem i said, "this tastes like sour milk man", and Amal being the quick mouth he is suddenly replies"edaa vallapozhum pallu theckanam"(dude, brush your teeth once in a while), I err.... am out of words after this comment and bursts out laughing with the other. And the time Rakesh broke 2 glasses on his birthday, accidentaly of course and the number of times we have borrowed money from Prem to spend it in PF( as we lovingly call it) and never return the money.All brings too much nostalgia. Talking about nostalgia once we recorded one of our everlasting nostalgic discussions on my phone and err....... my phone was stolen the next day itself.

Next we come on to Sabari, The biggest fraud of our lives, like every other teenager he also has his big time crush. He would make a great LAIR....i mean Lawyer, I am sure. His another passion is ahem.......ahem.....hacking....cough.....cough.....He is not very modest about it thought. And don't forget he has hacking at his 'fingertips'. Anyway he is the kind of guy who proposes to a girl based on the outcome of a Liverpool match.

Next I come on to Justus. He is the computer guy for us. Name any song or movie under the planet, name it, he has it, that's our man. He is one among the great Trivandrum roaming brothers association.

Next i come onto Muffizur, he is one among the amazing new guys to Loyola, I couldn't believe his contacts, Oh my God, there wouldn't be any guy whom muffiz doesn't know off. He is the main reason that our wild tongues courageously criticize anything, cause we know he will watch our backs.

These are the days, the number of times we have bunked classes so that we can discuss nostalgia in the hidden corner of the library or the old 12 B classroom, the number of times we have imitated many of our teachers. Sometime plotting of ways to destroy our enemies. Wherever, whatever we do it together. I cannot live without these guys they are my breath, i cannot imagine the day we say our goodbyes, but wherever we are there will always be something that holds us together the Loyola spirit in all of us. I believe our promise of never leaving each other.These friendships are for life and even after, Like i said before we are born as strangers, met as friends, living as brothers and will die as like souls.

Cheer la Loyola sons
Cheer till day is done
Till the game is won
For our school.........