DVHS....where I learend what life is....

After spending 6 years in a CBSE school(engleeeesh medium!).... it was in March 1996 that I shifted to Devi Vilasom High School,Kumaranalloor, of type of the typical locals school one can find in all villages of kerala. Even though the school belonged to the local temple admin, it was a govt aided school .So, it was a very contrasting change for me. I entered the school to write the final exam of Std:6, many of the subjects new to me. I managed to learn all of them in just 2 weeks. All I needed was a pass mark and hence wasnt tense much.

Life took a new turn from Std:7... From the tiresome strictness of a so called "high level" school.. I was re-enetring the common man's world.... YEs! my years in DVHS made me a common man.. so U are owing DVHS a cheer, cause else U wudnt be reading this. Indian tradition insists that " Teacher is God".. I never had felt it b4 i reached DVHS.... i still remember each and every one of them..... from Saavithri Antharjanam, my class teacher in Std:7 , to Suma teacher who was the Headmistress of the School when I passed out.

DVHS taught me many things:

1. That all classes are not to be attended..or CLASS BUNKING...

2. How to eat Sip-Ups..... PRIMITIVE FREAKIN OUT....

3. Over exposure to SUN wont burn you alive, it just darkens you....

4. Mango,Tamarind etc are gud to eat when its raw. Its even better , if it belongs to someone else...

5.There are schools which take 25ps as Library fees and 50ps as Laboratory fees

blahhh ...blahh.....

and above all

N) The most versatile yet simple, fierce yet romantic, structured yet user-friendly language is my mother toungue MALAYALAM........

" Samskrutha Bhasha than Swaabhavikojjassum...
Saakshaal Thamizhinte Soundharyavum......
Othu chernnulloru Bhashayanen Bhaasha....
Mathadikolkabhimaaname Nee...."....

Whole the world is a stage.....

The Stage has fascinated me ever since I could distinguish myself from my mirror image... It's always a pleasure to have the feeling that some one is watching you...[ May be not in an Examination Hall...:-)...]..

I had my first real time experinece when i was a KG student... back in 1988... my purpose was to deliver a speech on ONAM at my KG.. the whole operation ended up as an utter failure... all I could manage to say was around 6 sentences...rest,I forgot...! I still have those pictures of me, walking bak to mom, with watery eyes. But i didn't cry till I reached her. And it all burst out.... I couldnt bear the agony anymore.. I was humiliated.......

My teacher at KG( she was a Nun, don remembr her name) again asked me to learn a pseech for the Xmas celeb.... goin back to the stage was somethng I never ever wanted to do.. but she insisted... Mom took real pain preparing for it. and the D Day came... but this time it went OK...My teacher presented me a gift for it, Actually the Santa himself gave me it. That was enough for me to forget the salty tears that i shed a few months b4 that.....



And in the next few months, I went on that stage many times.... once as an actor, many time as a speaker and the main thing, as a "Kaaadhikan".... with a 'Kadhaprasangam' based on the touching poem by Vylopally titled "Mampazham"..... I still have that photo of mine wearing silk shirt and dhothi( I was hardly 4 feet tall!)... with a thin moustache drawn for the dramatic effect....For those who dont the poem. it is a traic story where the last 3 min echoes utmost pathos....i managed to create the mood among the audience, I m sure!

It so happened in my first standard that, when i was delivering a speech, i forgot to zip up my pants and the shirt that i had tucked in pokd out of my zip. The pants was white in colour and the shirt was bright Red.....in short, it was visible till the end of the hall..:-)

From my secondary school, I was very much active in various extra curricular activs that I came across, but still the theatre attracted me the most.

I wrote ma first drama and directed wen i was a 7th standard student....based on the prodigal son's story in bible.... story comfortably abridged to the socio-economic backgrond of Kerala... he he.... Writing the script was easier, but directing a herd of bully boys was the most diffcult thing.. Sumesh,Varun,Siju,Sailesh,Patta etc.. And when we were peforming , after half way through, every one lost their concentration.. characters started appearing in scenes in which they are not supposed to come...funny naa?

Even after all those years.. i still feel that excitement and enthu.. whenever i face an audience.....

WAI??

Both of U mite be wondering wat that title mean....( 'm damn sure only my greatest closet oops...closest dearest two friends will only take the pain to go through whatever crap i post here...lol)

WAI: in chatrooms it is What AN Idiot......

but I used this to represnt the most asked and thought of question ever mankind has seen... Who AM I??

No..No.. dont think wild..... its not abt how I spent sleepless lectures in class , thinking about the core supreme powers of the world .... or how Earth manages to round the Sun in exact an year.... or why Pam Anderz still rulz the thoughts and emotions(muhaha...) of the masculine gender of Homosapiens.....it is just to make you people know Who/What I am.... not because it is necessary for you to know that....Its jst because the elite mind called Jacob Varghese , who introduced me to this world gave me three golden rules of Blogging...

1. It doesnt matter whether you post film song lyrics or mild porn stories, ur blogpage name should suggest that You are something....

2.No one is there to launch U king Size, except U.... so better the first or second blog be the White Paper that you publish abt urself..... no one is gonna check the credentials...and even if someone dares, existing Laws cant punish you for furnishing false info ......

3.Comments: Give them good,get them better. Give them bad, get ready for the worst!


So here it goes...

I am Jose Joseph, belong to the engineer family of the social animal class called Humans... born and brought up in the greenish,wildish and childish land called Kumarakom in Kerala.(If you are illiterate enough not to know that kerala is in India, better shut this off and finish your sixth grade homework....) Always tried to live life as it came, but I also maKe it sure that it comes the way I want it to come..... Got a wide range of frens and I am proud of that.....I do luv everyone, but I am not that moron to express that to everone..... always keeps around me, an invisible wall of seriosness, with lots of pocket holes....

I love to life live the way my parents are living it...simple yet honoured....

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Ladies &Gentlemen........

I welcome myself to the wonderful land of blogging...(claps....)

Matter is less.. but comments are always welcome!