Shishukunj

The Farmers’ Friend

Manas Bhatia, Class VII B

Porter Pig was a very famous pig on farms all across the world. Not only could he lift a barn above his head, but he also had the best snout that anyone had ever seen. Porter Pig was the best at sniffing out trouble. He could smell trouble from fifty miles away. Whenever Porter Pig found trouble, he was always able to fix the problem and make everything okay. Farmers all over the world asked to see Porter Pig, hoping that they would be able to use his strength and snout to make their farm peaceful. One day, on a farm in the south, Porter Pig was sniffing for trouble when he smelled the worst smell he could ever imagine. Porter Pig rushed over to the barn where the smell was very strong. He lifted up the huge barn above his head, and there it was staring right into his eyes. Porter Pig had never seen anything like this before.

The story continued…

There staring straight at him was Pitch, the world’s greatest magician who could even control fear. He was standing in front of Porter Pig in the shadow of the barn. Porter Pig placed the barn beside him and went forward to grab a spade kept in the field.

Pitch laughed and got out of the shadows. Waving his fingers he muttered some words. The spade disappeared from the field and landed in Pitch’s hand.

Porter Pig then put on his boxing gloves which he always carried around with him. The gloves reminded him of his valour and stranght and he decided the he would defeat Pitch by any means. Pitch glided towards Porter Pig and punched him in the face. It stunned Porter Pig but he soon recovered from the shock. A wrestling duel took place between the two and all the farm animals stood staring at them. Both were badly wounded in the fight.

Just then Porter Pig noticed that every time Pitch did some magic, a ring on his index finger glowed. Porter Pig concluded that Pitch’s powers were in the ring. Porter Pig decided to first stun Pitch and then take out his ring.

As the fight continued, soon Porter Pig grounded Pitch and jumped onto his back. Porter Pig then removed the ring from Pitch’s finger. He placed it on the ground and then punched it with his fist. The ring snapped into two and there was a loud cry from Pitch.

Porter Pig saw that Pitch’s body was beginning to turn into purple smoke. The destruction of the ring had caused it.

That was the end of Pitch but not of Porter Pig’s adventures. He once had a duel with Sandman and the Green Goblin. Even today the farmers await the Porter Pig return. They believe that more than the earthworms, it is the Porter Pig who is the farmers’ best friend.

Love Yourself

Iti Kathed, Class X D

Look in the mirror

You’ll see the person

You want to be

That person is you.

To be a bad you

Is better than being a good someone else.

Be perfect

At least for yourself.

Your persona is fantastic

So are your opinions.

Why be better than others

Be better than yourself.

Thank You Dad…

Anvi Mittal, Class IX B

For all the droughty places in the world,

You taught me how to be the rain.

After all the humiliation by the world,

You taught me how to bear the pain.

After all the shoves from the world,

You taught me how to stand upright.

When I was overshadowed by the world,

You taught me how to chase the light.

After all the losses in my life,

You taught me how to play the game.

After each time my head bent towards the ground,

You taught me how to push back the shame.

For all the empty grounds in my life,

You taught me how to create my way.

After all those lazy times I spent,

You taught me how to work night and day.

After all the ways I wounded myself,

You taught me how to hide the tears.

After all those scary nights that passed,

You taught me how to fight my fears.

After all the insults I did to you,

You helped me in whatever possible way.

All your hardwork and sacrifices,

Have made me a better person today.

Mother’s Day

Vagmi Shah, Class X B

As important as any day could be

Is the Mother’s Day, you’ll see.

A day to cherish the one person who

Would go to any length to

Protect her child from danger.

A mother can’t be described in words

Nor in a sentence, nor in any essay.

These feelings are genuine, right from the start

And come straight from the heart.

Being a mother

Is just another

Part of a woman’s life

But it is truly the best part in her life.

I think that the celebration

Of Mother’s Day should not be just a consideration.

But must be celebrated in way

That she would remember it

Till her last day.

Colourful balloons and beautifully

Wrapped gifts and sugary sweets

Are just some of the treats

That one offers to their mother.

But on this special occasion

Do the best thing you could ever have done.

And instead of these treats

Give her your feelings instead.

Feelings and thoughts will be more

Easy to cherish and store.

She would always remember the day

The day in the month of May

When her children expressed themselves

In the best possible way.

Tell her, on this special day

How much you love her, everyday!

Forgiveness – the Best Quality

Vaidehi Partani, Class IX A

A human being is a great personality

And forgiveness his best quality.

Life is like a shining star,

It is like a speeding car.

Your hands should be open only for sharing,

Your time should be spent a little for caring.

Cats and dogs raining from the sky,

Your friend for you should be that high.

Love is not at all more than wealth,

Your first priority should be health.

Never be a person who is helpless

Ever be a person full of kindness.

Harsh words are like huge stones

They are like default cell phones.

The way injury takes time for healing,

Same way people take time for understanding.

A person feels safe at home,

Like a cushion filled with foam.

You feel comfort and are happy with support,

Like you are standing inside a strong fort.

You should be sweet like honey,

A cute toy like a bunny.

To err is human

To forgive is divine.

A human being is a great personality

And forgiveness is his best quality.

A Story of Twists

Hridhima Tyagi, Class VIII B

“It’s lunch time!” shouted Harry, “Sarah, show us your tricks.”

Sarah, a tall girl, was famous for her magic tricks. She stood in the center of the children. “Here are two of my pet bugs. Now I will remove the cloth and presto! The bugs are gone.” She pushed the cloth towards Harry. The bugs lay crawling there. As Harry bent for a closer look, the bugs suddenly jumped onto Harry’s nose. Harry fainted.

“Babloo fistzi non.”

“Huh?” Harry sat up confused, “What did you say?”

“Babloo fistzi non.”

“I am sorry but I don’t understand”, Harry said looking bewildered as he watched the alien speak. The latter looked like a man but was wearing a skirt.

“He is asking you to get up,” answered a tall thin girl dressed in a milky white shirt and black pants. Her shoes looked like they were made of polished chocolate.

“Here, have this,” she pushed forward a plate of crisps.

Harry jumped upon them but he soon realized that the crisps were made of steel. He threw them away. That is when he realized that all of them were robots.

“You are under our control now,” said the girl.

The robot pushed Harry into a small cell while he kept shouting, “Sarah, mother, father!”

“Can they hear you?” asked the girl.

Harry shook his head.

“So shut up.”

Suddenly, another girl appeared at the door. She opened it and motioned Harry to come fast.

“Shouldn’t I be the prince saving a princess!” he thought as he was rescued by the girl.

“It’s a world of twists! Let’s go through the water fall,” said the girl.

Harry looked in amazement as the water fall was ‘falling’ upwards.

Suddenly, a policeman came on a cycle and on the other side he saw a milkman in a police car.

“This world is really confusing,” he said to himself.

He was soon in the middle of the waterfall. But he was not quick enough and was flung up and up and up.

Harry woke and saw himself surrounded by Sarah and other children.

“Babloo fistzi non.”

Harry watched in amazement as his tongue spoke an alien language. The world of twists was really on his mind now. He tried the rest of the day to speak in his own language. It was really tiring.

This is what a magic bug can do to you. So stay away from them!

Surfboards, Shadows and Sheep

Ayush Baweja, Class VII D

The story continued…

Its eyes were green with black inked in the centre. It tilted its head. It had challenged Porter Pig and Porter Pig never turned down a challenge.

This was no ordinary animal. It was the white streaked skunk. If Porter Pig could lift a barn, the skunk could melt it with its smell. As far as Porter Pig knew (though he wasn’t very smart) the only way to get rid of skunks is tomatoes or tomato soup. Or honeybadgers. Then again, it’s hard to find a honeybadger in Thailand.

Porter Pig had to get rid of the skunk. But how? He tried to think. “Hmm… His horrid stench has scared away most of the animals. How about we scare him back?”

At this, his piggy little brain got a big idea. Porter Pig’s big idea needed other farm animals.

Porter Pig was strong, the chicken were loud, the horses were fast and the sheep were well… uh….. sheep.

So, he gathered them around and told them his plan of surfboards, shadows and sheep. The next day, they got ready for the big plan (except for the sheep).

The chicken made a wall against the barn and started screaming. From inside, the shadow of a howling wolf scared the skunk. Then behind him came a group of horses riding on surfboards which were floating on tomatoes (which were conveniently available) and it completely scared the skunk and it ran away.

All the farmers cheered. It cost them a lot of money but it worked. The sheep did not care. After a washing, the barn would be clean. But I still feel they could have called a honeybadger and got their work done for free. But some people just don’t like honeybadgers (like sheep) Baah!

Moral of the story: Skunks are bad and smelly and hate tomatoes. And, teamwork is always good!

Are you ready to be the change?

Anushka Mimani, Class X B

The current Indore has a variety of problems ranging from power shortage to overcrowding. The crime-rate and accidents have shot up immensely. Rapes and female infanticides cover the headlines of newspapers frequently. Diseases are spreading because of unhealthy living conditions.

The root cause of most of these issues is the citizens of Indore and their unhealthy mindset. Every street in Indore is littered with garbage. The harmful fumes coming out from industries and vehicles pollute the environment and breaking the traffic rules has led to accidents.

It is said, “Once your mindset changes, everything on the outside will change with it.” Blaming the government won’t solve anything. People need to stop worrying about just themselves and start looking at the bigger picture.

Small things like cycling to school and preventing wastage of electricity can make a huge difference. Strict enforcement of laws is important to reduce crimes and accidents. The citizens of this city need to understand the value of each person regardless of whether he is a sweeper or a CEO. Students should be taught the importance of developing an eco-friendly attitude because they are the future of this city and a few years from now, they will decide what becomes of it.

The city is already in an alarming state and it is high time the citizens stop hitting the snooze button for every problem.

I Wish!

Mishi Jain, Class VII F

I wish! I wish!

To have a switch

Which would land me in a world

Where everything is as shiny as a piece of gold.

I wish! I wish!

To become very rich,

To help my poor friends

And set in the world new trends.

I wish! I wish!

To have a high pitch

Then invite my sporty pals here

And run with them everywhere.

I wish! I wish!

To have an electronic dish.

Order the food I want to eat,

And give my family and friends a delightful treat.

I wish! I wish!

To swim in sea

Like a fish

And fly in the air like a honey bee.

I wish! I wish!

To never meet people who are harsh

And if I do

Them make me forget them soon.

Oh god! Please accomplish

At least one wish!

The Purest Joy is Often Unconditional

Prateeksha Jana, Class X D

Letitia Jones was home after a hard day of work, wanting nothing more than to unwind with a steaming cup of coffee and a classic novel. But that wasn’t destined to be. The minute she stepped into her dwelling, her young children, Martha and Leo, swarmed around her.

Letitia worked with the NYPD, at the sixth precinct. Putting criminals behind bars was her number one priority. Usually, she’d come home, exhausted, and her children would thankfully let her be, comprehending without words that a little peace was all she needed.

Today, it seemed there was no end to their problems.

“Mom, I scraped my knee today” or “Mom! Could you mend this for me, please?”

Letitia’s husband was still at work. He taught Psychology at the NYU. The cop and the psychologist, what an odd couple they made! But Letitia wished nothing more than her husband to be there right now, as he could handle the kids better than her.

But they were her kids, and she loved them, so she reluctantly agreed to hear them out.

* * *

Letitia often wondered what unconditional love actually meant. Now she’d finally understood.

Unconditional love was putting your requirements on standby and concentrating on the needs of the loved ones first. She loved her children unconditionally, more than they could ever measure the extent of.

Boy, was she wrong!

There was an excited call form the kitchen, “Mummy!” She ran to the kitchen fearing the worst. She was greeted with the sight of Martha and Leo, grinning like maniacs, holding out gifts to her.

And that’s when Letitia understood. She understood why she was crying. She understood why she was shaking. It’s as if the universe had righted itself suddenly – everything aligned in order. She took her gifts with trembling hands, but what was infinitely more precious to her the smile of her children.

And she knew in that moment that she wouldn’t be able to survive without this all-consuming joy, and she sealed it with the words “I love you!”