Shishukunj

A Slight Misunderstanding

Ayush Baweja, Class X G

The moment Johnson stepped down from the train, he was greeted at the platform by the people of his small town. They had gathered there with garlands and a band’s loud music added to the cacophony.

Johnson stood dazed. He was sure he got off at the right stop; he even recognized some of his neighbours. In the small town of Panjam, everyone seemed to know everyone else. So he couldn’t have been mistaken for someone else.

After his vacation to Goa had flopped, he was uninterested in any more commotion. He called for the band to silence and went over to Mr. Jai Jain, the Mayor. He asked him what all the celebration was about.

For a second, the Mayor seemed astonished and then understood. He replied, ‘Don’t be so modest. We all saw you on TV yesterday. You’ve really put the town of Panjam on the map!’

All of a sudden, it clicked to Johnson what was going on. They must’ve seen Johnson on some regional news channel after the incident in Goa but didn’t understand what the news was really about. Johnson flushed red and then pale. How could he tell these people that he was wanted?

In Goa, he was mistaken for a notorious thief. Ever since, wherever he would go, the police would chase him and he would narrowly escape only after proving his identity. He had even seen a picture of himself in a Goan daily. How could he break it to these innocent people that the ‘Hero of Panjam’ was just a thief’s look-alike?

Power of Parody

Ronit Banerjee, Class X B

The moment Johnson stepped down from the train, he was greeted at the platform by the people of his small town. They had gathered there with garlands and a band to celebrate a victory.

Was it the victory of the town, or of Johnson? Nobody knows. As the people only thought of the memories which had brought them there to witness this.

Six months ago, Johnson had arrived in Lindenburgh with his unusual sky-blue hat and a briefcase filled with humble beginnings. With that hat, he looked like an aristocrat, difference being just one – he mimicked one. You see, Lindenburgh was facing atrocities of aristocrats with contacts in the House of the Lords in London.

Johnson took up the initiative to satire and parody the aristocrats for the poor people there to give them the confidence, to not be idle to injustice even if it comes from people with hats!

‘Who knew humour could do so well!’ that’s what people asked, standing at the station, holding the newspaper with the headline ‘Lindenburgh Unites, the Aristocratic Fright!’

As Johnson stepped down, the band saluted. His parodies had splashed cold water over stereotypes and ignited logic. As he saw a heavy-set man in burgundy attire enter the train, he asked, ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Away. It’s not safe here.’ replied the aristocrat.

The Letter

Gauransh Sharma, Class X G

I, mother sorrow,

Allow life to borrow,

My son Ali’s soul,

And his grief for his lovely doll.

My heart cannot bear the love

Of Ali towards his dove.

He let the wind wipe off his tears,

Only in his hope to hear from his daughter.

The long wait ends in Ali’s death

But he thinks of her despite his last breath.

And his soul returns

To take possession of the letter!

What do you mean?

Sameehan Trivedi, Class VII B

What do you mean?

About the open skies and green meadows

Living in a world of metal trees and stone paths

What do you mean?

Of the freedom from the old…

When the whole globe lives on a rock

What do you mean?

When you say that the map is a speck

While the individual’s ego eyes the universe

What do you mean?

Saying humans are connected

When neighbours and brothers have ravaging conflicts

What do you mean?

With the cleanest city award

When the minds of the dwellers are still dirty and corrupt

The meaning of life

Is just the same

The good and the bad….are in the same lane

कालजयी दोहे

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Insecurities

Naisha Kumar, Class X G

Hurting me were my insecurities infinite,

Making my calm mind a dark place

Like the dead silence of a moonless night,

Empty, yet devoid of solace.

I’d feel paranoid, as though being watched.

I’d feel the wretched shadows lurking behind me.

How the ghosts of my past, onto me latched,

Making me vulnerable, but not worth security.

Then one midnight, as I was lying on my bed,

Ready to give up, scared by my inefficacy,

I realised all the vampires I’m scared of, fed

On my fear. All my problems were made of me.

The flaws I refused to accept, were all a part of my identity.

The shadows were the flipside of my own personality.

The snoopy ghosts of my past were what made me.

And now I’m the one who writes my destiny.

I’m aware and proud and at peace with my faults.

My insecurities have become my winning daggers.

The vampires are dead, no longer my halts.

I am who I am, that’s all that matters.

Wabbit

Ekansh Garg, Class IX F

A little creature

Told you, by your teacher

Wearing white furry clothes

You will not scare it, take an oath.

It has an ability to hop

Its cuteness is at the top

Guess what it is!

It feends on carrots

But is not a parrot

It has big ears

There’s no need to fear

Guess who it is!

Whenever it gets hurt

Or away from its herd

It feels sorrow

And hops to its burrow

To love him, make a habit

Yes, it is a white rabbit – Wabbit!

The Penguin Life

Dimple Sevkani, Class IX F

I am a baby penguin

Yes, I really am!

People laugh at the way I walk

And do not even understand that I talk.

Other birds in my region

Show off their flying skills

From depth of my heart, it really kills.

I am now an adult penguin

Yes, I really am!

I still walk the way I used to which is really slow

I wish I could fly like other birds in the same flow.

In the Antarctic, I wish

There could be some swings

As we could at least enjoy

Not being able to fly but having wings.

I am a penguin who is old.

For humans think

I live in freezing cold.

I wish I could see at least my grandchildren fly

That’s because I don’t want to see them cry.

Maybe some find me cute but it’s really difficult

To live a penguin life!

Butterfly

Taha Aarsiwala, Class IX F

Fly, fly butterfly

Along the green fields

Over the horizon

Across the vast meadows

Fly, fly butterfly

Over the trees in the yard

Around the colourful flowers

With your little wings

Fly, fly butterfly

How gentle like a petal

Like a little flying feather

Showing your vibrant colours

Fly, fly butterfly.

Navjyot Singh Dang, Class IX F

Big, small, heavy and light

They help us make our lives bright

When our life’s situation is tight

They help us reach the appropriate height

Where we can win the fight.

Hence, we should help them live

Because they always give

Some of them live in hives

Some of them save our lives

They still help us live

And still always give.

We have to give them love

Because their lives are full of curves

Big, small, heavy and light

Please help make their future bright.

Animals

Maulik Dave, Class IX E

Deep in the city, there was a kitty,

She was sweet but ate meat,

Grey like a boot lying in soot,

She was bold but not so old,

She wore gold and was very cold,

She could fold and run like Bolt,

Deep in the city, there was a kitty.

Sanidhya Saxena, Class IX F

Deep in the jungle not so dense,

There was a cheetah looking so tense.

Hungry for hours he was,

Sitting in shade, sharpening its claws.

Then it saw a deer so near,

It tried to attack without any fear.

So fast it ran and so fast it stopped,

Poor dear! The deer so smoothly it hopped.

Hungry again poor cheetah was,

Went again to hunt with its weakened paws.

Hope you catch a deer to fill your stomach,

For that we wish you, good luck!

Shaan Chadha, Class IX F

My favourite animal is a dog,

Because he sits like a log.

He is known to cause a disease called rabies,

Which usually occurs in babies.

He also bites people who he finds bad,

To show that he is sad.

But still I love a dog,

Because he sits like a log.

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A Slight Misunderstanding

Ayush Baweja, Class X G

Power of Parody

Ronit Banerjee, Class X B

The Letter

What do you mean?

Sameehan Trivedi, Class VII B

कालजयी दोहे

Insecurities

Naisha Kumar, Class X G

Wabbit

The Penguin Life

Butterfly

Animals

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