If Partying's a Crime, We Are Gangsters...!

"And the champions of _______ Inter-school fest 2010 are ...."



"LOYOLA SCHOOL, TRIVANDRUM"!!!



The sweet smell of victory is something worth dying for. This is what defines us. This is what we all hold onto. Victory achieved thanks to a bunch of people who turned workaholics for weeks. Whether it be Shyam, Varghese and the rest singing it out for the group song, Gokul acting his life out on stage, Sam and Bond beating the rest in the battle of the brains, BAS sticking his fellow participants and judges to the wall in personality or our very own Loyola Dancers in Jony, Lama and Movie Star electrifying the audience and burning the floor, we Loyolites have always proved that we do it all and do it in fashion.

And the victories are not the only thing in it. We party it out as well. Park Rajadhani or Ambrosia or both on the same day. And we choose the table that attracts all the attention (Its the table, not us. Honest!). FTA's comments which make you want to beat the daylight out of him, Egghead's dares, and trying to make Shyam finally taste some Chicken Fry. Priceless. And yeah, we never forget how we grew up. The next hour is spent by transforming back into 10 year olds as we slide and swing on the slides and swings(!). Alas, the transformation is just mental, not physical for we are finally made to get down by the frustrated security.(Screw Him!) We get out and get ready to reach home and mug up something for tomorrow's early morning tuitions.(Screw them too!). Jony, jobless as always has places better than home to go to (He ruins us, I tell you). And in a sudden rush of adrenaline, we dive into autoriskhaws and in 10 minutes reach Ambrosia where we party it out once again.

They say "Life is measured not by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take our breath away". And we just happen to live through them at times like these.

Lifestyle.

Loyola School, dominating Trivandrum, in style.