'dos wer de best days of my life'
(the following is an article co-written 4 fragrance 2008,gsps school mag by ninoy and me.its open 4 discussion of all 2005 gsps alumni.through this humble attempt ,we have tried 2 recreate de magic of dos gone by days.we expect ur feedback)
-a GSPS 2003 10B MEMOIR
NINOY JOB KANNAMPALLY
RYAN JOB VACHAPARAMPIL
January 16 2002 . Nah . Not the day Mick Jaggerson was knighted. Not even the day Sachin hit a century . But even so that date is etched down on Ryan's desk in bright colours.Silly though it might seem, that day saw a bunch of kids jump from a frying pan into the fire, with bright chalk marks proclaiming the start of the "once in a life time " 10 th standard.
Suddenly the world changed. You are not expected to watch a movie.You are suddenly deemed unfit to carry out long phone chats. Evening games at Mathew's home is suddenly out of the question.You get up one fine morning to find out that the whole world as you know it, teachers and parents , expect some thing great. And funny as it may seem, you suddenly start feeling as if in some way, your pride is at stake.
Times have changed. We know that . We have professors now who threaten to fail half the class on the very first day. We have people teaching us, who just dont care , just dont give a damn. Cruising through all this, there comes times, when we get so pissed that we sit back and think of all those lovely lovely days of our high school.
We have multitudes of text books proclaiming away that the school is a "home away from home ". Well that's a dream .And in fact ,we lived in it. As Bryan Adams sang , THOSE were the best days of my life.
The March of 2008 will see us completing 5 years of our passing out from the White concrete doors of Good Shepherd School . And we feel there's no better time than this to recollect and cherish all that was beautiful, all that was lovely about our tenth standard year .We are not attempting to come up with some Reuterish article with this. All we hope is a small tribute for all the love and affetcion of our teachers and to the awesome group we were. You see we are the first ever batch to have been at Good Shepherd right from Montessori on to the 12th.Desperate as it may seem , this is our last effort to recapture the magic that our tenth was.
Our days started when we landed at the foot of the Good Shepherd Mount at 8:30 morning, in our very beloved Maria Travels ( they are bankrupt now ) and then follow the girls to class. The classes began with a prayer led by a different person each day (each of us had our separate versions to the standardized Mariamma Miss one). After an hour of class we used to line up for assembly , in the 'balcony' of the first floor , close to the erstwhile ' Chairman's office'. On any given day you could find the girls and boys fighting for the shade with the boys being the champs that they are and submitting to the girls.Regular bets were placed on who would be caught by Rosily Miss for having an "untucked" shirt or a "loose " tie. We also had ‘thought for the days’ which we never thought about and news ( or the "top stories of the day ") which had the memory retention time of a amnesiac bee. The grandeur with which Alias Sir conducted the assembly is still fresh in our memory.The choir was pretty interesting. And I am not speaking about the music.
We had this splendid class with three columns of benches. In the middle one the girls and boys used to come together and that was where every one wanted to be.(They looked kinda good then , and we feel so even in these metro sexual avatars) The teachers had this time tested way of telling our class, (the B division ) ,that A division was made of Gods Incarnate and in A that B rocked.
( well we did ). We used to have these community lunches where every one used to have every one else's curries so much that Renoy's mom had to call up Joby to ask how her curry was. ( Special reference to reddy's curries. May his soul rest in peace). PT periods witnessed the worst possible gaming concepts, where we put together rugby and wrestling and called it basket ball.
Library was pretty good, with us graduating from Nancy Drew to the true wonders of Sydney Sheldon.The times spend at the library was instrumental in creating the good shepherdians who could think for themselves.
A word on our classmates with whom we shared many a dream,spent the best times of our life with,raised dust on playgrounds ,spilled chemicals in labs and worked together on passions n ambitions.The ecstacy of all times,Richard,the advocate of colloquial english,Jacob,the all time addict of our library,Ajith,the singing duo of Geethu n Chinnu,the ambitious bodybuilder,Renoy,the self appointed monitor of the class,nimmy,the girl sans vocals,arya,the tomraider girl ,Grace,the girl who could run faster than boys,Resmy,the ever absent Joby,the genius of all times and the mascot of our batch,Ninoy all made up this batch of tenth that passed out in the summer of 2003
We were reminded that the class was over with our one and only Shaji Annan coming around and asking each of us " Dude, Where's my water bottle?" .Someone would have hidden his water bottle just when we were about to leave. With the ' fast and furious gsps choir version of the of national anthem' later ,we were out and the epic trips to Thengana began . That was the time when the most marvelous discussions on the life and times of a teenager happened, particularly inside the bakeries , where unpaid bills still wait for us ( ya they shut down ) . This would climax with the wait for a bus at the now obselete Thengana panchayath well which became our un official waiting shed.The opening day of our 10th class,the handing out of hall tickets,the farewell day,the results day and our graduation day all remain fresh in our memories.
Our teachers were our biggest assets.Even recollecting those ladies reminds us how lucky we were.We boast of teachers who kneel down and pray for us in the chapel while we are busy in board exam halls.
Let us script a few words on de greatest teachers we ever had in our lives.
Rosily Miss. Words fail... We dont think that we need to go on a praising spree to describe how great a teacher she is .The way she conects with her students is immaculate.A perfect testimony to the capacity of a lady to influence and mould the lives of hundreds of students, she practically is the reason why a bunch of kids like us started to stand on our feet and think for ourself. Whatever we turn out to be in our lives , Rosily Miss definitely had a great part to play . As they say in the Rosily Miss fans community in orkut, she is THE TEACHER.
Mariamma miss was the most hardworking teacher we ever had.And she expected the same from us. "Read NCERT. Refer ABC. And try to score maximum marks in every subject " , she would say. Very pious , she began the the tradition of the ' Lokarakshakanaaya Eeshoyae ' prayer, which we believe still continues. She used to leave these "need perfection " tags in red on our answer sheets, which still come in our nightmares. A lot of guides , numerous references and umpteen special classes later , ma'm , we remember you with absolute gratitude.
Asha Miss was one of the best things that happened to the English Department. Very cool, Always smiling and all so keen about our language skills , we enjoyed competing with each other for winning her words of praise.
Jayalakshmi miss and Rekha miss are the reasons we learned to enjoy malayalam poetry and prose as much as we do now.We used to write impossibly large number of essays about every thing under and over the sun , and we loved each moment of that .
With the arcane idea that proving theories actually improved our chances of being perceived cool ( Amen Jones Jaick ) ,Jancy miss and Elizebeth miss were the people who had to bear the continuous attack of our semi dead wits . And that they did so , and that they made it sure that after one year of class there was not a single imaginable question that we had not seen speaks volumes of their commitment.
The economics classes of Mercy miss were inspiring to the core. Tess miss came about as a very dediacted teacher , who remained an excellent guide even in our junior college.
Everything else pales in comparison to the sync that we felt with Shiney Ma'm. We remember her parting words." I saw you people as a bunch of kids at Montessori. I have seen you change to what you are. And I have enjoyed watching you grow. " Few people have managed to convey the passion for what they do as purely and as completely as Shiny Ma'm did. She was the Principal when we came in as whiners in Montessori and where ever she is ,she will remain the most inspiring Shiney Ma'm of GSPS to her students.
all dat v want 2 tell our junoirs
this is best time of ur life
u find ur greatest friends here
de best teachers of ur life teach u now
be de proudest good shepherdian
Years have gone by. we have graduated into new horizons
Epilogue
Richard is reeling in the suppli induced dizziness of CET
Jones is proving theories at Chengannur. May the souls of the teachers rest in peace.
Ryan is learning newer ways to squeeze money out of patients at TVM medical college
Nimmy,the biotech student is all set to change the earth as created by God
Mathew is fighting it out with law and Ajith with forensic science
Joby, Renoy and Namitha are 3/4 th engineers
Aravind has finally found a fan following in his college.
Resmy and Chinnu will be the 1st graduates from the batch this year
The sole IITian of our school and the greatest brain of our times, Ninoy continues to make us proud.
The making of the engg: in Reddy is @ full swing in BITS.
Jacob,the budding doc is all busy wid his gynaecology postings
but one thing is same with all of us,
the true spirit of proud good shepherdians
feedbacks welcome- ryanvachas@hotmail.com
ninoy.job@gmail.com
(the following is an article co-written 4 fragrance 2008,gsps school mag by ninoy and me.its open 4 discussion of all 2005 gsps alumni.through this humble attempt ,we have tried 2 recreate de magic of dos gone by days.we expect ur feedback)
-a GSPS 2003 10B MEMOIR
NINOY JOB KANNAMPALLY
RYAN JOB VACHAPARAMPIL
January 16 2002 . Nah . Not the day Mick Jaggerson was knighted. Not even the day Sachin hit a century . But even so that date is etched down on Ryan's desk in bright colours.Silly though it might seem, that day saw a bunch of kids jump from a frying pan into the fire, with bright chalk marks proclaiming the start of the "once in a life time " 10 th standard.
Suddenly the world changed. You are not expected to watch a movie.You are suddenly deemed unfit to carry out long phone chats. Evening games at Mathew's home is suddenly out of the question.You get up one fine morning to find out that the whole world as you know it, teachers and parents , expect some thing great. And funny as it may seem, you suddenly start feeling as if in some way, your pride is at stake.
Times have changed. We know that . We have professors now who threaten to fail half the class on the very first day. We have people teaching us, who just dont care , just dont give a damn. Cruising through all this, there comes times, when we get so pissed that we sit back and think of all those lovely lovely days of our high school.
We have multitudes of text books proclaiming away that the school is a "home away from home ". Well that's a dream .And in fact ,we lived in it. As Bryan Adams sang , THOSE were the best days of my life.
The March of 2008 will see us completing 5 years of our passing out from the White concrete doors of Good Shepherd School . And we feel there's no better time than this to recollect and cherish all that was beautiful, all that was lovely about our tenth standard year .We are not attempting to come up with some Reuterish article with this. All we hope is a small tribute for all the love and affetcion of our teachers and to the awesome group we were. You see we are the first ever batch to have been at Good Shepherd right from Montessori on to the 12th.Desperate as it may seem , this is our last effort to recapture the magic that our tenth was.
Our days started when we landed at the foot of the Good Shepherd Mount at 8:30 morning, in our very beloved Maria Travels ( they are bankrupt now ) and then follow the girls to class. The classes began with a prayer led by a different person each day (each of us had our separate versions to the standardized Mariamma Miss one). After an hour of class we used to line up for assembly , in the 'balcony' of the first floor , close to the erstwhile ' Chairman's office'. On any given day you could find the girls and boys fighting for the shade with the boys being the champs that they are and submitting to the girls.Regular bets were placed on who would be caught by Rosily Miss for having an "untucked" shirt or a "loose " tie. We also had ‘thought for the days’ which we never thought about and news ( or the "top stories of the day ") which had the memory retention time of a amnesiac bee. The grandeur with which Alias Sir conducted the assembly is still fresh in our memory.The choir was pretty interesting. And I am not speaking about the music.
We had this splendid class with three columns of benches. In the middle one the girls and boys used to come together and that was where every one wanted to be.(They looked kinda good then , and we feel so even in these metro sexual avatars) The teachers had this time tested way of telling our class, (the B division ) ,that A division was made of Gods Incarnate and in A that B rocked.
( well we did ). We used to have these community lunches where every one used to have every one else's curries so much that Renoy's mom had to call up Joby to ask how her curry was. ( Special reference to reddy's curries. May his soul rest in peace). PT periods witnessed the worst possible gaming concepts, where we put together rugby and wrestling and called it basket ball.
Library was pretty good, with us graduating from Nancy Drew to the true wonders of Sydney Sheldon.The times spend at the library was instrumental in creating the good shepherdians who could think for themselves.
A word on our classmates with whom we shared many a dream,spent the best times of our life with,raised dust on playgrounds ,spilled chemicals in labs and worked together on passions n ambitions.The ecstacy of all times,Richard,the advocate of colloquial english,Jacob,the all time addict of our library,Ajith,the singing duo of Geethu n Chinnu,the ambitious bodybuilder,Renoy,the self appointed monitor of the class,nimmy,the girl sans vocals,arya,the tomraider girl ,Grace,the girl who could run faster than boys,Resmy,the ever absent Joby,the genius of all times and the mascot of our batch,Ninoy all made up this batch of tenth that passed out in the summer of 2003
We were reminded that the class was over with our one and only Shaji Annan coming around and asking each of us " Dude, Where's my water bottle?" .Someone would have hidden his water bottle just when we were about to leave. With the ' fast and furious gsps choir version of the of national anthem' later ,we were out and the epic trips to Thengana began . That was the time when the most marvelous discussions on the life and times of a teenager happened, particularly inside the bakeries , where unpaid bills still wait for us ( ya they shut down ) . This would climax with the wait for a bus at the now obselete Thengana panchayath well which became our un official waiting shed.The opening day of our 10th class,the handing out of hall tickets,the farewell day,the results day and our graduation day all remain fresh in our memories.
Our teachers were our biggest assets.Even recollecting those ladies reminds us how lucky we were.We boast of teachers who kneel down and pray for us in the chapel while we are busy in board exam halls.
Let us script a few words on de greatest teachers we ever had in our lives.
Rosily Miss. Words fail... We dont think that we need to go on a praising spree to describe how great a teacher she is .The way she conects with her students is immaculate.A perfect testimony to the capacity of a lady to influence and mould the lives of hundreds of students, she practically is the reason why a bunch of kids like us started to stand on our feet and think for ourself. Whatever we turn out to be in our lives , Rosily Miss definitely had a great part to play . As they say in the Rosily Miss fans community in orkut, she is THE TEACHER.
Mariamma miss was the most hardworking teacher we ever had.And she expected the same from us. "Read NCERT. Refer ABC. And try to score maximum marks in every subject " , she would say. Very pious , she began the the tradition of the ' Lokarakshakanaaya Eeshoyae ' prayer, which we believe still continues. She used to leave these "need perfection " tags in red on our answer sheets, which still come in our nightmares. A lot of guides , numerous references and umpteen special classes later , ma'm , we remember you with absolute gratitude.
Asha Miss was one of the best things that happened to the English Department. Very cool, Always smiling and all so keen about our language skills , we enjoyed competing with each other for winning her words of praise.
Jayalakshmi miss and Rekha miss are the reasons we learned to enjoy malayalam poetry and prose as much as we do now.We used to write impossibly large number of essays about every thing under and over the sun , and we loved each moment of that .
With the arcane idea that proving theories actually improved our chances of being perceived cool ( Amen Jones Jaick ) ,Jancy miss and Elizebeth miss were the people who had to bear the continuous attack of our semi dead wits . And that they did so , and that they made it sure that after one year of class there was not a single imaginable question that we had not seen speaks volumes of their commitment.
The economics classes of Mercy miss were inspiring to the core. Tess miss came about as a very dediacted teacher , who remained an excellent guide even in our junior college.
Everything else pales in comparison to the sync that we felt with Shiney Ma'm. We remember her parting words." I saw you people as a bunch of kids at Montessori. I have seen you change to what you are. And I have enjoyed watching you grow. " Few people have managed to convey the passion for what they do as purely and as completely as Shiny Ma'm did. She was the Principal when we came in as whiners in Montessori and where ever she is ,she will remain the most inspiring Shiney Ma'm of GSPS to her students.
all dat v want 2 tell our junoirs
this is best time of ur life
u find ur greatest friends here
de best teachers of ur life teach u now
be de proudest good shepherdian
Years have gone by. we have graduated into new horizons
Epilogue
Richard is reeling in the suppli induced dizziness of CET
Jones is proving theories at Chengannur. May the souls of the teachers rest in peace.
Ryan is learning newer ways to squeeze money out of patients at TVM medical college
Nimmy,the biotech student is all set to change the earth as created by God
Mathew is fighting it out with law and Ajith with forensic science
Joby, Renoy and Namitha are 3/4 th engineers
Aravind has finally found a fan following in his college.
Resmy and Chinnu will be the 1st graduates from the batch this year
The sole IITian of our school and the greatest brain of our times, Ninoy continues to make us proud.
The making of the engg: in Reddy is @ full swing in BITS.
Jacob,the budding doc is all busy wid his gynaecology postings
but one thing is same with all of us,
the true spirit of proud good shepherdians
feedbacks welcome- ryanvachas@hotmail.com
ninoy.job@gmail.com
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hi ryan,
blogging really thrills 4 a intrested blogger,and it makes readers thrilled if dey r reading blogs of aperson like u,to say from heart its absolutely fantastic ,cool and nice.but cant u avoid dis sms type of language? just a suggestion.den wat? the blog abt ur school life touched me the most,bcoz it even took me to my school life,bcoz if just opened our hearts everyone will be having such a gsps,rosily miss,friends ,richards mom, in life ,den pc sir's hostel life,though annoying sometimes ,intresting sometimes, u have beautifully presente d topic. miss call- a inevitable part of youth,is tat too have dis much dimensions,its quite gud yar,den aids patient-little bit notable,quite gud.made every gals think whether they can be called ladies (bcoz in ur eyes respectable gals r called ladies)
hello friend,
ur sur name is vachaparambil ,right?
but u r gud a t vachakamadi too,but ur vachakamadi is worth gud yar,i think ur blog site can be named as vachaka parambu,bcoz its really a ground were intresting talks r read,ryans vachaparambils blog site- vachakaparambu
just said 4 a fun
all de best
looking forward for more wonderful blogs
manju thomas
gone are those days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and ever .....
Gone are the Days.... But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!
ninoy is not the only iitian from gsps..there are 2 other guys also....
Makes me sound like some narcissist freak dude!
Take it off!
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