National Defence Academy...

My brief stinct with the National Defence Academy , Khadkwasla , Pune remains and wil remain ever as one of the most thrilling experience in ma whole life.....

The story begins around Nov 2001, if ma memory is correct.. My classmates were discsuuing about a competitive exam about which i hadnt heared before that.. and it was called the NDA exam...the fact abt the exam that attracted me the most was that the cost of the application form was just Rs.70/-... Entrance exam of my state costed ten times..yes.. 700/-... so I too decided to buy a form, after all just 70 bucks na?.. After 2 months everyone started getting the acknowledgment cards, but i din get one....was sad.. not bekos of the lost chance,but of the lost 70rupees.... Cud have seen two movies instead....

I din feel anythng when all those frends started getting their Hall Tickets.. How can I expect one wthout getting an acknowledgment card? Suddenly, just before 3 days of the exam, i got mine.... Exam centre was Maharaja's College ,EKm... Just to enjoy the one day trip with frenz, I decided to give a try. Din have a single clue wat the exam was all about.....:)

Exam was easier than I expected.... Engish, Basic sciences and GK.... I was surprised to see people standing outside the exam centre to canvas students for NDA Interview training.. I neva knew there were a group called NDA aspirants and NDA coaching centres......

Results and SSB Card came when i was bzzy enjoying my post-entrance days....With nothing else to do the whole day, i was tangled to the various mega serials of TV.Fearing that I mite turn up a modern-Madhumohan, Pops asked me to go for the SSB.. oh... for those who dont know what that is .. SSB is Service Selection Board.. even I din know till that day. I took it as a tour for which the TA,Stay and food is availiable.....Off to No:2 AFSB,Mysore with two of my close friends Siju and Shon....

We had to attend a test called PABT(Pilot Aptitude battery Test). it was said that for all those who wish to try the Air Force Wing of NDA should pass the test. It had 3 sections, first one was a pictorial multiple choice test, but the next tow sections were real interesting. We were made to play two Video games!! I managed to pass it somewhat easily...Also came one aptitude test and a GD session...Siju was screened out in the second day elimination. I too was not very comfortable with the so called "rigid" rules of that campus. SO when he was about to leave , I met our Officer-in-Charge, to ask permission to leave. He was a Sqaudron Leader of IAF. He tried to persuade me back to the Camp, but I sticked to my decision. Finnaly he pulled out his trump card.." No TA for voluntary back-offs".. Oops.. I cudnt do that. So, back to the Candidate Mess...:(....[ 2 be continued].......

NTSE Camp,Maria Park,April 2000.....

Long before Orkut and mySpace came, this was my first oppurtunity for an inter-district "social networking"..... and it took 6 long years for the TIME Mag to felicitate me as The Person of the Year for the Social Netwoking initiatives i took....

Around 180 students from various educational backgrounds(CBSE , ICSE,ICICI,ISI..I donno wat all abbrevs they have.. and yeah ! the superior class to which I belonged, STATE SYLLABUS!!...),after a prelims test, were summoned to a posh resort in Cochin for three weeks of intense training for the national level test of NTSE....

I was the only one from ma school, but had many friends from my district whom I had met through various programs...So , as soon as father left, I started refreshing all acqaintences...but I was alloted to a room where all inmates were fresh faces for me....But it was just a matter of time b4 a gang formed....... still remember each one of 'em.....

Elvis, Anilesh,Sreenath,Sharath,Me,Sreeresh,Gautham,Sujith and all others.....Hey Guys... this one is for U people......Cheerz!

We had to attend various sessions from 9.30 to 5 pm daily.. All subjects were covered in a very brief manner.. hey I am sorry, 'cause i don relly remember much about those classes and all... Was a regular dozzer in all sessions except Mental Ability .. not becase I am damn good in it.. the tutor was a very short-tempered guy from Chennai, and I din want to be yelled in public...:)

Afetr 5pm, its leasure time. We used to play Basket Ball there, i think the very first time in ma life... Late evenings were for cultural events. Thats where our gang took charge. Managed some kinda DEMO every day.....

Really enjoyed those 3 weeks..(22 days to be specific).. Still have many of them in close company....

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....

Test Blog

Ladies &Gentlemen........

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

Matter is less.. but comments are always welcome!