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REUNION(dialogues)--> contd.

Anju (2 Ravi): Ravi..'yo' ayirikunallo....!!!!
Ravi : Thoniyalle......
Anju : Enikk 'Aiyo' enna thonniye...'A' yum 'I' yum silent aayatha!

Reunion contd..

some missing parts and dialogues

Teena:iam VERY straight:D



Ravi:1st yr nan kore adi kondu,but nan 2nd yr il ellarkum adi koduthu...nan sfi class sec aayathalla...enne avar aakiyatha

Arun:da roshan aano motta aano adyam vannathu

On Govind's entry: Ithentha this time kurtakku neelam kuranju poyallo

Nikhil was also seen sporting a Kurta. On being questioned,Adi Shankarail padikkena kaaranamano ee kurta and ee vesham?

Govind " That s my style, Nikhil shouldn t have worn that"

Deepa aftr her erroneous driving: oh nyan verthe brake test cheydu nokiyathalle:O

Ravi to Anju : anju colgil bhayankara vainottam aanenu arinjallo
Anju :yaa ...enta kuttamano??
Ravi :eyy alla...colgil vainokanam

Ganesh to Ragi: ehh!!!gayathri alle....
Ragi: mukhathu noki anavasyam parayunno...itrem naal kannadi vechittum sheriaayille!!!:D

Ragi on seeing Paul : Alla, who is that kutti????? schoolil onnum vararillayirunno?



Arun S, after his late entry.
Anju: " gals were enquiring about you"
Arun : "I will only talk to them in private"



JK and Govind: venda auditorium il intro venda.. oru AMBIENCE illa....And Ambience means.."the musical feel"..From then on every place we searched lacked the ambience .

During Lunch, everyone got their dessert.
Arun S : ningalkokke evidenna ee cheriya spoon kittiye? look at my spoon.
realization dawned after sometime; Arun serving spoonum vittila.

Deepa's White car had some green patches..."Athentha a green color"?
Deepa:" Athu KSRTC bus oranjatha"
Govind's logical explanation ," bus park cheydu ittekuvarnu..Deepa nere poyappo they kidakkunu bus...adu park cheyan paadondo...adukondu onnu poi idichu"



On entering museum, everyone was looking for a place to sit.
Sindhya," that place there is good"
Athe namukku pullil irikkam
Govind," ee pullil irikkano? aa pullil irikkano?"

Memory serum doesn t seem to give any more details,, and if any more dialogues we missed or happened amongst yourselves ,,please contribute!!!!!!!!!

Reunion- 07

24th December 2007, the festive mood was in the air and the batch of 2005 were more than excited for the second reunion. This was one bright Monday morning when none of us suffered from the usual the Monday morning blues. After a week of connecting and networking , more than fifty people turned up and it was one whole day of renewing old acquaintances, making new friends, sharing all that happened in the past 2 and half years, fun, laughter and endless bantering. In short, it was one occasion for strengthening our bond as the batch of 2005 in our alma mater.
10.30- the scheduled time, but as usual, only the punctual ones made it.This time there was no one for penalizing the late comers to school. Inside sources revealed that people had 5 rupees each, the fine money, just in case.. (habits die hard). First goal, njan adichu. Called up a number which I presumed was Anju' s and started off, " di..are u fooling me? where are you? can't find you here". A perplexed reply came from the other end, "Mole njan Anjuine, schoolil kondu vittathanallo". I don't know what was in store for Anju later on.
One by one, people were making their grand entry. The main feature of this reunion was many (old but comparatively new) faces. We were in school for about 3 hours and though an introduction took off, with missiles( questions: courtesy Govind) being shot mid-way the intro too broke off.The few victims who were hit by the missiles included Ashwathy( who was with us till 10th), Roshan, Teena, Nikhil etc. And then, people were in their own groups, talking , taking snaps, snapping at each other , chatting and bonding. I was awestruck seeing everyone, wondering are these the same people with whom I spent 12 years, and how they changed so much in 2 years.
Even the school has worn a new look in 2 years time. The auditorium work is completed and everyone would agree in unison," We miss our good old quadrangle". A new cooler was being installed and Govind was showing off that he learnt something about refrigeration. The budding engineers, doctors and people who are gonna be graduates within 5 months time chatted endlessly. So much for the verbal assault ( we did spend so much of energy for that, didn't we?)
Hunger pangs rose and we spent almost an hour deciding where to go. A movie was in the agenda but due to time constraints we had to make a choice between the two. Lunch or movie.
Finally we reached a consensus that it would be better to fill our grumbling stomachs.
Many people left by afternoon and around 15 of us were remaining and we headed off to Park Rajdhani. The movie was "Taare Zameen Par" well forget the movie, we were the taare on zameen.
Deepa, Sindhya and Govind handled the transportation department. Rohan was seen flaunting his bike( After all, when you have it ,flaunt it, no offence meant, just sprucing up my literary skills ). I happened to be the (un) lucky one to ride with Deepa and trust me, I was there counting my lucky stars and saying all the prayers I knew.(njan ariyavunna prarthana okke cholli avide irunnu). 3 screeching halts or sudden breaks and a biker's glare after almost skidding highlighted this roller-coaster ride in Maruti from Pattom to Ulloor.
We were at the entrance, waiting for the rest of them to arrive. The best place and time for a photo shoot. We were clicking like crazy till the waiters shooed us away. We were again arguing, should we wait for them to come and enter together or let one of us wait. There was a clash between hunger and sentiments. Finally, sentiments won. A mock-parliament session was in the offing, after all it takes time to reach a consensus even if there are hardly 15 of us.
The sumptuous lunch was a paisa vasool for non-veggies and paisa fisool for ( temporary and permanent) veggies like me. So now, you can guess why I am grumbling about it. But the cucumber salad was really good. Tested and Proven by the future chairpersons of Food Corporation of India, Anju Merin Kurian and Govind Nair. Some people had a whole showroom of cucumber slices on their plates. Now its left for time to decide, whether the budding biotechnologist or the mechanical engineer is gonna make it. There was roti and nan, but none of us could figure out the difference between the two. We also had Aloo and gobi ka kadai, and we were frantically searching for a hammer to break the Aloo. Though I m cribbing so much about the food, no one really cared, because all we needed to do was to talk and pull each other's legs.
An India- Pak war too began in between, but soon we were distracted by the open mouthed snores of a guy on the next table. We were puzzled, and finally one brainy person in our group solved the puzzle. The buffet coupons mentioned that it was a lunch and dinner buffet. We could make out he was an NRI from the U.S from his accent, but didn t know the kid was still not used to the time zone changes.
Dessert consisted of gulab jamun, ice cream and pudding. Everyone tried the various permutations and combinations of the 3 dishes. The gulab jamuns were better when thrown at each other rather than throwing it into your mouths. ( iila we didn t spoil the image of K V Pattom, we didn t throw Gulab jamuns at each other, its just that my imaginations went wild). There was no scope for a ice cream eating competition this time rather it was chalu competition.
Almost 3.30 p.m, the waiters were giving us sort of disgusted looks and we thought it was better to make a move. After another half an hour of debating and discussing we headed off to Museum. I was again with Deepa and after taking about 3 U-turns, riding up and down the road along Kanakakunnu palace and Balabhavan, we reached our destination.
It was very sunny, and all the complexion conscious guys and gals, were in search of a shady place to sit down and begin the banter. Anyways we were bantering the whole day..So it was needless to search for a place for that.
And began the third session of endless banter, sharing our memorable experiences in school. Its always the Barber bro's on top of the list, followed by the sodium and cycle jackson story,. Did I mention, Our uncle Sivanandan has been promoted from a cycle to a bike. (talk about changes)
The stories about our teachers, all classified and censored and due to time constraints, can be saved for another reunion. Coz these stories are evergreen and would find a mention in every reunion we are gonna have. So why be a spoiler..
The seemingly endless banter and chatter, ended by almost 5.30 p.m. There was a wave of Nostalgia, and with promises to keep in touch and resolving to organize a better reunion next time, we bade good bye.

Credits:
To Anju, Deepa, Sindhya , Govind, Arun S, Boney and Rojesh who initiated the reunion plans and made it a reality for the second time.
To all my friends who came for the reunion and made it a grand success.
To me ( no I'm not blowing my own trumpet) for publishing this post :)

PS: I have tried to include the minutest of details on what happened at the reunion. So you may find things going haywire at places in this post. Pardon, coz that s what made us, the batch of 2005 unique.
A whole bunch of multifarious, multi-talented enthu cutlets.

mother of yesteryears

The entire school seemed to buzz with activities as the annual day approached. The primary wing was all geared up for putting up a show,the first ever of its kind "yesterday,today,tomorrow"
I accept., I used to be the 'mother hen' types in school those years but least did I expect that I would be playing the role of a mother with 2 kids. I was to be that typical mother of yesteryear's who pampers her son and ill-treats her daughter. I remember my first son was arjun( he was in class 1 guess) and aswathykutty( a police commissioner's daughter). As part of ill treating my daughter I had to slap the poor kid. And all excited about performing my best, I actually slapped my daughter and she started wailing. yes!!!!!I did it, what an element of reality. Wearing an expression as if i am on cloud nine I looked in the direction of shobha ma'm whose face seemed merged with the contours of laughter and anger. As a 9 year old would think," ya ma'm is impressed or did something go wrong somewhere?". Just then I felt someone nudging me and lo Mary ma'm says"Hey Josmy, you needn't slap the girl, just act as if you slap her".For the umpteenth time in my life I repeated"YES MA'M". Practice sessions were fun..here I recall some of our batch mates and their roles.
anju and kalyani-the bride and groom of the present day
arya and uma-the bride and groom of yesteryears
neethu- her very famous muqabla number
aswathy-the modern woman..Chodo kal ki baatein
nikhil singla- bhima
shruthi jacob- the pilot
govind balachandran- robot
and many more..(long term memory loss)
The d'day came. My mom couldn t be there because she had some important work. I was wondering, "How am i gonna wear this sari?". Clinging or rather coiled in a 5 yard cloth, I was tripping and falling all over the place, the result of my first attempt at draping a sari when I was just 8 years old.
My teachers pity me and somehow with dozens of safety pins pricking all over my skin, I managed to dress up as the "TYPICAL MOTHER OF YESTERYEARS"
The programme was a huge success.But my motherly affection seemed to grow,as days passed by.
I always felt jealous of all those classmates of mine, whose elder siblings used to come looking for them during lunch hours.And as we moved on to higher classes, they used to go to their younger siblings classes. Being a single child I used to vie for an opportunity to show off my 'responsible sibling attitude'. Now was my chance, I have to look after my kids Arjun and Aswathy. There were days when i would go and enquire if they had lunch,if they had any problems, if other children bullied them etc. There was an incident when i almost missed my school bus coz i had gone to enquire if my daughter got into the auto.Thus, my motherly role started to extend beyond the stage.
The following year, we had to perform again. Arvind,Yamuna ma'm s son replaced Arjun.
Bad luck again, my mom couldn t be there this time too. She decided to dress me up and send me to school. Imagine the embarrassment when i travelled all the way from sreekariyam to pattom, clad in a sari,on a scooter. Tears streamed down my cheeks, by the time I reached pattom,after seeing the strange looks and smirks people had given all along the way.
The repeat telecast was over and we were all beaming with pride, when our show was labelled the best in the history of K V pattom. All my embarrassment, the pain and sorrow seemed to vanish into thin air when I heard this.
The three women, Shobha ma'm, Mary ma'm and Lathika ma'm , the masterbrains behind that scintillating show, the efforts they put in, still stay afresh in our memories..
These 3 teachers would always hold an important place in our hearts, those of us who were blessed to spend the entire 12 years in K V pattom

Barber Bro's

XI C...Padmaja Madam or oul 'bloved' Puppy enters the class.Some fellows in the front bench and gals stand up as a mark of respect others make a big loud yawn and pretend as if searching 4 something .While some are trying to hide under the desks,some say good night to each other.somehow everyone finds themselves settled at a predetermined place.Puppy with a "nee okke ee kanikkunnathinu walladuthhum ninnu padichhoolum"expression clear cut on her face looks towards the board and seeing it full of signs of self expression made by some of the desperate intellectuals of the class shouts out.."Class monitor"..evrybody starts to look at each other as if enquiring"who is the class monitor"..a few minutes later the monitor with a "oo athu njaananelle look" appears on the scene.Puppy orders "clean the board".The poor guy tries his luck wid a duster saturated wid chalk powder,,puppy wid a"ninne okke enthinu kollaam look"..tells to return to his seat.The guy cursing her in minds returns..Finding the windows closed Puppy in a very animated way..and in her typical stretching style yells out"open the windows let life be colourful" the guys siitting near the windows open them with an expression "ivarinnu gulika kazhichillenna thoonnunne"Puppy somehow with a sigh starts the class"use of optical fibres" suddenly Yusuf Khan frm the back bench realisinng where he was yells out "yes ma'am".Puppy astonished '' eeh?ivanu piraanthaaya?"look tells him to sit down.Again when she says"use of....",yusuf finds himself repeating the same reaction..satanding up and giving a startled "yes ma'm".Everbody laughs out and Puppy explains that she was talking abt "use of..."and not "yusuf".The calss went on wid only the buji gals interpreting atleast the topic being taught.Just as the period was about to end there was somebody at the door wid a big packet...kurachu koodi aduthu ethiyappo mansilaayii it was Sophia Ma'am.HMM why is she here wid a packet of laddoo ?Is she transeferred?Bhagavaane nammal rakshapetto?A ray of hope...But no ithu athonnum alla..she is here wid the report cards ..she has to get them filled by the class.Puppy gave a half hearted consent "ivarkku were pani onnum ille" and wentout.Angane oru shalyam ozinju..the report cards were distributed .and some of the intellectuals of the back bench had a very serious doubt "what shud be written in the hobbies coloumn" the marks coloumn were blank..the coloumn 4 books that were read frm the library was also blank..card fill cheyyan enthenkilum wende?..ini enthu cheyyum?Angane kure peeru jeevithathil kanditillatha cycling , music okke ezhuthi.But the writer in a must state of mind said"eda Shankare(.....Raju) enta hobby..shaving"enthaanennariyilla Shankar liked shaving as a hobby very much(kulathozhil aayirikkum ..inheritence)in short time it reached two other geniouses JK (Kumaaran)and Kannan(Pedali/World bank/forest) pinne parayyanundo?all three of them wrote shaving as their most sought after hobby...and with a satisfaction of getting an opportunuty to express themselves returned the cards..athre ollaliya!!kollaam machuu great!!But the writer himself didn't get the time to write shaving as a hobby,Sophia ma'am grabbed the card and was off.Next day ,same class ,same period..somebody noticed that Shankar's father was in front of Principal's office.Shankar cudn't blieve his eyes"oru pta meetinginu poolum warathha aalu dee princiide officil..hmm ennoodulla sneham kaaranamaayirikkum"A little bit latter JK's dad as well was seen"ehh?innu case onnum ille?ooh athallenkilum illallo."surprisingly Kannan's dad was also there in a moment..the 3 people Kannan ,JK and Shanku were happy 4 themselves"nookkaliya our frnship is being reflected in our dads as well"Just as Puppy was starting to take the there was some kind of black and white figure on the door.Black frm top to bottom wid a streak of extra white clr in the middle "ithenthaa kodimaramo wid a white flag?"Ayoo ithu nammade Shivaanandanalle(cycle)..As he approached the teacher there were some yells frm the boy's bench(cycle ,cycle).As he left Puppy in a very monotonous way said"Shankar,JK and Kannan r required to meet the Principal now".Aliyaaaaaaa desp!!!
Kannan and Shankar in a very casual way walked out.JK was a bit frightened it seems..Any way just as they were at the limit of visibility Puppy said to the whole class"Is ur report card a place for writing rubbish?It is something that reflects ur personality.Dont write any rubbish there"A frightenning electric shock ripped thru the heart of the writer."Ippozhale kaaryam pudi kittiyathu..chummathalla terriffic trios's inte dads ithra orumayoode scoolil wannathu.Bhagavane..ab mera kya hoga ?."The writer's heart began to send out alarm signals.Its the writer who gave them the idea."bachao bachao koyi mojhe bachaao".A little bit later as expected Cycle arrives to tell that even the writer is required by the Princi."innu aarude thirumoontha aano entho kani kandanthu,hmm?njaaninnu kannadi nookkikkondalle wake up cheythatthu?werutheyalla!!"As the writer entered Princi's(Rajamma Kurien) room wid shakin legs and sweating hands ,he saw the terrific trio's fathers sitting there with each of their sons standin at the back. Princi asked "Are u trying to mislead people?".the writer in a feeble,trembling voice"I didn't try to lead anyone .I was just joking and didn't intend to write that".To the astonishment of the writer Mrs Rajamma told him to go back to his class"bhagavanee ithenthiru marimaayam".Pinee ee writer thirinju nookkkathe classileekku jeevanum kondoodi.Interval aayappo terriffic trio's thirichhethhi with"OOO pinne awaru olathhum"look flashing bright in the face.Rajamma weruthe aale wadiyaakki.Oru warning koduthu paranju wittu.Pakshe tension ellam weettukaarkkayirunnu.It goes like this that Kannan's father didn't allow him to close his room's door that night and had slept near him fearing that his son wud do some "bhudhhimoshams".Poor father! doesn't know that his son is a real Kandamrigam(aliya ninakku wan tholikkatti thanna).The really cool Kannan hadn't any regrets.Angane aa diwya diwasathee anubhawathodu koodi terrific trio's Barbers enna peeru kondu ariyappedan thudangi.(Barber Raju,barber Kumaran&Barber kannan)Princi ude roominakathhu nadanna wedi kettukal ethenkilum oru barber publish cheythaal nallathaayirikkum.Angane KV pattathhile kuree tense moments Kazhinju kitti.

THE WEDDING EXPERIENCE!!!

Here's one of my old memories in the great institution...err...this is a bit embarassing...but i hope you will spare me considering I was a kid then!!!I was in my 4th std when my beloved primary teachers came up with a unique programme for the school annual day ceremony.It was called "yesterday,today,tomorrow" juxtaposing the various differences between the past, present and future. We were all excited as most of us had a part to play.Then I see shobha madam coming up to me and saying,"now we got to find a groom for this lady".I was shocked because until then I just knew that I was participating but had no clue as to what my part was.So after that there was the selection process whereby she was searching for the person best suited to be my groom.My part was that of the present day bride.On the outset I was excited but then I started getting scared about it,because to me,marriage,that was something big.I went home that day with a heavy heart and thought that my parents would discourage me from getting "married".Well I was too young!!!But they seemed to want a demo version of what i was going to do on stage and I had to perform that play in front of them too.They didnt seem to mind it at all eventhough i was getting fidgety about it.
The teachers found the suitable guy in Visakh,someone who was in 'C' division then and she said we made a good pair.I was shocked and embarassed.Then the practice sessions began and the teasing session from friends too which continued upto 12th.We were all set to perform.I felt so clumsy,wretched and stupid throughout.The day before the event, his parents came to see our part and they disapproved of my costume saying tht it was not quite apt for a marriage.This screwed me up.I seriously began to doubt that i was a goner because why the heck should they comment like that for just a play.and to top it all my parents seemed least bothered.I was flustered but decided to go along all the same.Anyways everything went smooth and after the big event the guy started greeting me whenever we met and me, the embarassed pissed off lady couldn't take it anymore and avoided him as much as I could.
Life was moving on smoothly when in the next year there arises the proposal to repeat the event due to its grant success.Shobha maam again picks up on me.I heaved a sigh of relief when i heard her say that my last year partner had gone on tranfer and that they would have to search for someone else.This time thankfully(err...dont misundrstnd me) they come up with a girl who would be dressed up as a guy,maybe considering the sullen countenance i had maintained throughout the affair the year before.So i had a girl called Neethu as my partner(as trail) and Kalyani for the event...hihihhi...So once again through the ordeal, I had gained all the experience needed to get married and the unceasing teasing from friends too accompanied the same.Anyways I wasn't the sole victim to such embarassment.There are many more.Jo had 2 kids in her part..hihihhi...hope she will enlighten you with her experience with two kids at the age of 9!!!
But needless to say that was the best programme ever in the history of K.V.Pattom,atleast in my 12 years there.Hats off to shobha maam n mary maam.The effort and imagination that went into it is unsurpassed...