Ignore the title to this post… It spawned from the mind of a brain-dead walrus, upon provision of proper stimuli. In other words, this is all Kiron could come up with.

Quite some time has elapsed since my last post on this, and in fact, any blog. For once, the reason for this is not absolute laziness on my part. At least not just that. On reading my previous post, one would gather that i’ve passed out of school. Which is true only to a certain extent, seeing as how it was penned during the study break for the boards… Life has progressed since. Here it is: Six months of my life, in a nutshell.

1. Wrote the boards.

For better or for worse, the board exams came and went, leaving me with the curious feeling that maybe i could’ve done better if i’d studied a bit more. But hey, the past is the past. So, putting the bad behind me, i started prepping for the worse. The entrances loomed ahead. While initially believing that i’d stick at home and study, seeing as how my parents had, over the course of two years, procured for me all the material i’d ever need… While material was not lacking, determination and will power certainly were. I acknowledged defeat, and enrolled at one of those godless places that, in their advertisements, almost guarantee you safe passage through the entrance examinations of whatever place you want to go to. Keyword, almost. On to that one-month long chapter of my life: The Crash.

2. The Crash (course)

The first thing the veritable hellhole enlightened me on was how little i knew. If waking up at ungodly hours and dragging myself there was worth it at all, ’twas not because of the teachers and their efforts to tutor me , but because of my fellow students, among whom a few friends existed. Okay the afore mentioned “ungodly hour” was 8 30, but hey… Anyone who knows me, anyone who’s ever had the misfortune of waking me up, rather, attempting to wake me up, will know that any hour pre-noon is ungodly for me. Also, i didnt drag myself anywhere. I was chauffered by my caring parents. Yes, yes, i’m a thankless pig. After a month, or to be specific, 22 days of listening to professors doing their best to finish two years worth of portions in a few days, i was free. The celebration was however, cut short with the kerala exams, the big momma of entrances, being a mere day or so away.

3. The Kerala Entrances, and miscellanious others

Went happily to my exam centre, and found out where i’d be sitting. Unlike the dude to the left of me, or the pseudo-hot chick in front, my palms were not sweaty, my knees were not shaking, and (with reference to the girl) my t shirt was not riding up, leaving my bum perilously exposed to the eyes of jobless voyuers like me. Why wasn’t i tensed, facing what i was told was the biggest and most important exam i’d faced to date, one that would if it could, decide my future?? The answer is simple. I was certain that i wouldnt make it. That cool-headedness by itself was probably responsible for my doing better in the blasted exam than i’d expected to, securing a moderate rank, which, while not being an embarassment, would not get me an admission anywhere. There were numerous exams to come, all of which i wrote. Within the space of one month i wrote a grand total of ten exams. Then, siesta time.

4.1 Post Exam, Pre Result amd 4.2 The Results
4.1

This particular chapter was both enjoyable and harrowing, for obvious reasons. Post exam, so back to the usual sloth. Pre Result, so anxiety attacks, hypertension and sleepness nights reading Dr. Suess books for no discernable reason.

4.2

Results came out. One by one, my ranks left me in little doubt as to where i’d be spending the next year of my life. With Dad saying no to management seats, my path led to one place. Brilliant. One of those places where they take your life, suck out all the fun and enjoyment, and inject intense study. With the inevitable result, that, provided youre not a retard of the highest degree, you’ll make it somewhere in the coming year. Daunted by the prospect of spending another year of my life on the same things i’d just spent 2 on, i hoped against hope that one of my ranks would be high enough (or low enough, depending on how you look at it), but no cigar. I went to the place, paid the fees and left, promising to return 2 weeks later to commence my studies.

5. Post Result, Pre Brilliant

Though this chapter was  unexpectedly extended by two weeks thanks to unexpected rain, my luck eventually ran out. So i went, with all the stuff i needed in a big bag, and all the stuff i cared about back at home. Off on a venture that i expected would last a year. Life had other things planned, though.

6. Brilliant

Started studies. Got used to the pattern. Resigned myself to the fact that i was there, that there was no escape. Then, three weeks into it, i escaped

7. The Escape:

Waaay back, i’d written an exam just cause i was writing another one at around the same time, and that centre was pretty close to this one. Well, long story short, i made it through their second round of counselling :D. So good bye brilliant. Went there again, never to return. Picked up bags. Left the place. Off to college.

8. College

Father Muller Medical College, Mangalore, would be my next destination. Classes started on august 1st. And i’ve been there since. Have occasionally wanted to escape, but been working my ways around that. Five months of my course till i got enough of a break to return home. Am here right now, and will be returning to college in a few days. Hopefully this blog wont remain dead. Will try to post. Not that you care

Anyways, thats my excuse. And a long one it is. Whatevers happened over the past few, im here now, and i do not regret it. Both past and future are out of your reach, the only tangible thing is the present. Live it. With that piece of advice, reader, i bid goodbye for now. Au revoir. And even though this blog may be nothing but a mierda de un toro, check back once in a while Even bullshit can be funny…

-AMDG [with apologies to Syam ]

Seeing as how almost every one of my classmates in possession of a blog has at least one post about school, and the life they’ve lived there, i’ve decided to jump on the proverbial bandwagon and give it a whirl. Looking back, it is obvious that a single post on a webpage cannot pay proper tribute to the school, to all it has given to me over the past thirteen long years. I say long, but looking back it seems everything passed me by in the blink of an eye.

UKG:

I remember the day i started school, surprisingly. A Tarun Bhaskar was on my bus, (number 4 at the time). He’d learnt my name somehow from someone, and the second i somehow clambered up those enormous steps, the first words i heard were “Good Morning, Akhil!”, said with a smile as big as the moon on his face.  This feeling of warmth and welcome, i’ve always associated with loyola since that very day.

 My first day at loyola was not all warmth and welcome, though. Being the spoilt brat that i was, i soon picked my first fight. With a certain Syam Nath. I swear, i’ll get that bastard back someday. Till then, he’s on http://theloyolitediaries.wordpress.com. On to more memories, now.

You’re sweating too much!

The lunch break had ended, and i was heading back to class, after a particularly gruelling game of basketball. Needless to say, i was sweating profusely. And who should i meet on my way back to class than the principal himself. So i give him a big smile and say “Good Afternoon, Father”, employing the warmth and welcome routine in order to get out of any trouble i might have been in. In case you haven’t heard yet, the warmth and welcome routine does not work on overworked too-tense principals over the age of 60, especially when it’s nigh one o’clock and they haven’t had their lunch yet. What do i get in return? I get sent to the parlour for sweating too much.

My first kiss

Ahh, i’m just fuckin with ya!

Being class leader

It has happened a few times over the past years. A group of 50-odd morons who i owe my life to have seen fit to elect me to be the one who gets pinched by the teacher each day for not “rubbing the board”, or “emptying the trash can”, or “saving the human race from absolute annihilation”. Although i may be lying about that last part. Looking back, i know that the role of a class leader matters little in the workings of the school, and even less to the world, but to a kid in kindergarten, heck, to a kid in the twelfth, it means the world.

LA Fest

Wow. A leap of a decade or so into the future, and we’re busy hosting LA Fest. You can argue that other schools are doing the same now, that there no longer is a point to the festival. Tell that to the hundred-odd guys hosting it, though, and they’ll tear you to bits. I was fortunate to serve as coordinator. I say fortunate because i got to run around pretending to be busy, while gawking at thermally active female participants. A.K.A hot girls. I joke, of course. Was busy that day. Did my part. Quite well too, methinks. Anyway. I am a mere seventeen years old. I have lived for approximately 6205 days. And so far, LA Fest has been the highlight. The sheer experience of standing in front of a crowd near a thousand strong (we had the biggest festival so far, with sixteen schools present and yelling), and to have them actually listen to what you have to say, the experience of getting things done flawlessly, and sometimes not, while working as a team. These are the memories i shall always hold dear to my heart. Unless, of course, i get amnesia. In that case, it might be chicken stew.

That’s enough for today

This is a double entendre’. I actually intended to wind up here, because i think dad’s waking up downstairs. But this is the title of our junior batch’s web page. A good batch too, truth be told. They’ve got everything. Musicians, actors, Orators…. Wait. Lemme rephrase that. Bad musicians, bad actors, bad orators. Heh. But that’s what school’s for. To help you become a better you.

Now that IS enough for today

I seriously think dad’s waking up. It being 4:44 A.M, i think i should go pretend i’ve been sleeping for the past eight or so hours. Sooo much more to post. So little time.