Saturday, 23 September 2017

Letter to My Best Teacher- Mary Angel Thomas

This letter was selected as the best letter in the letter writing competition conducted by College Union on Teachers' Day

Dear Johnson sir,
You know, I used to think that we’re the unlucky ones because each time we get a free period, you  magically show up out of nowhere and  take class that hour. Every Saturday when others sit at home, we’re the ones who have extra class. And as for the holidays , we’ll be piled up with a hundred assignments to do. We are probably the only ones who would have written so many retests till date. Its almost natural for any student to think “Ee Sirnu verre onnum cheyyan ille”.
But then now I realize how lucky we are to have such a dedicated teacher like you. When other teachers enjoy their free time leisurely, you choose to refer an extra book to help us with our studies. I remember one of my teachers  telling me about your legendary stories of teaching 3 different classes and that too in the same hour. You sir, are amazing! I must say, you are worthy of all praise. Such dedication you show! You are probably one of the very few people who have proved that they teach out of passion and not out of the need for money.
We are indeed the lucky ones because we’ve got you and we’re certainly proud to have a teacher who covers every nook and corner of his subject. You’re a teacher who never gets tired of repeating what we don’t understand even for a 100 times. Only you would do that. You make sure that each and every student of yours understands every bit of what is being taught and only you would take retest after retest until we all get good marks and learn well enough.
On this teachers’ day, I’d like to thank you for being the wonderful teacher that you are. I’ve just known you for a barely year and a half but I’m feel extremely. This college sure is very lucky to have you as one of its contributors for the past 36 years. I’m sure each student you have taught will be thankful to you. Never change, okay? You are awesome the way you are. ‘Sir chumma pwoli aanu sire’.And by the way, I forgot to wish you…So here goes: Happy Teachers Day! J
Yours sincerely,
Mary Angel Thomas,
II Bcom ca.

Ps: ‘ ithrem paranja sthidhiku njangalku oru free period thanoode sir?’ J

Thursday, 9 March 2017


A place where adults can stay,
And watch their children play.

A place where one can rest ,
And won't be put to test.

A place where there is peace of mind,
And filled with happiness untold.

A place which cannot be described in words,
A place full of heavenly birds.

A place worth desiring,
Devoid of any crying.

A place full of happiness,
Overflowing with liveliness.

A place full of hope,
With unbounded scope.

A place that always shines at its best,
Where anyone who enters is a special guest.

A place which can be describes on and on,
Whose beauty never ceases once it's born.

And that place, that very special place,
Is my home,Sweet Home! 

COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS - Abhimanew T.A( II Bcom Tax Aided)

Count your blessings instead of your crosses;
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes;
Count your friends instead of your foes.

Count your smiles instead of your tears;
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean;
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.

Count your health instead of your wealth;
Love your neighbor as much as yourself.

CHAKUNNY SIR (JACOB) - Tribute to a HEARTY HEARTIAN! -J. Prasant CMI, Principal

Now - it is the third departure from the Heartian Faculty Fraternity this academic  year.  Prof. Chakkunny.  Must be Jacob! Pynadath from Karukutty. 
The heartian community looked up to him as an elder, as a father figure! 
From 1956 to 1986 - three decades.  Before that a stint as lab instructor. After his B. Sc from Trichy, he had gone to Ernakulam, to seek the result.  No mobile - no phone... It was getting dark and everyone began to be worried.  Mother and sisters began to pray... Had he failed and decided to 'run away'?  Committing suicide was not all that fashionable those days! As the prayers began to rise, he appeared back... at night... all proud and happy... that he had got employed as instructor at S.H. After a year, it was Nainital that made him a Master of Physics! Then back again to Thevara and S.H. for good!

He had become part of Thevara... Like Father Abraham who had left Ur and come to Palestine and had become a 'Father of Blessings'... this was his new Palestine.  Where he flourished together with the institution and became a blessing to many. 

Dr. Georgekutty reminisces a conversation when he found him for the morning mass at the Chapel - 'Yes, man! (Adedo) I come here everyday.  Not alone, but with my family.  Isn't this that we can give to our children - faith in God?'. 

He was serious as a teacher, enterprising as an educationalist - his text book had been a popular resource for students, strict from a discipline point of view, friendly as a mentor to students and his colleagues.  
A man of contented mind - happy with what he had... happy to be daily in the Lord's presence. he went about doing good, like his master, being an active member of Vincent De Paul society. 

Ever desirous to be self reliant, he walked his way of one kilometer and a half almost daily till about last year... Even past 80, he enjoyed driving and had not left that skill to lay rusted. 

Conscious and critical to the end, he realised the limits of individuals and laid his trust in God beyond the human limitations.  Two generations from Prof. Chakkunny's family have enriched SH after him.   They, in turn, have inherited his qualities of committment and involvement. 
In the last seven years, not once did I hear a word of dissatisfaction or complaint from him - he had accepted the fact of our passage not as a grim reality, but as a matter-of-course, with serenity.  That was why he was glad to receive the annointment of the sick, perhaps, twice, and apparently had derived physical and spiritual benefit from the same as a believer!

On Feb. 28th, he left us to his eternal abode, assured of his destination.  The peace and serenity on his face showed his confidence and the assurance of having reached his destination  - truly a statement of the age-old phrase 'slept in the Lord'.  
We are proud of you, Sir! We are also proud to have been associated with you! The heartians bow before your memory! May we be part-takers of the peace that  you enjoy!

Our heartfelt congrats to Jogi, Jude, Jigi and Jenny (all of them our alumni) for having had such a great father, and to Aunt Lilly for having had such a great husband! 

Monday, 6 June 2016


Medley of esoteric amorousness …..
Ocean of ceaseless care….
Tears of geniality…
Heaven of undying concern…
Enthralling adorableness of the divine face…

Rich with everything admirable in this cosmos…
                       That’s my