Shishukunj

Oh! It’s Raining

Sparsh Jain, Class VI C and Anjali Dhakad, Class VI A

Oh! It’s raining,

Finally rains have arrived.

I’ll ask my father,

To take me for a drive.

In summer it was so hot,

That I wished to go to the pool.

But as it has rained,

The weather now is pretty cool.

Because of rains,

My school is closed today,

I don’t want to study

And I can’t even play.

I’m getting bored

As there’s nothing to do

And so I wish that

Tomorrow should not be a holiday too.

Yesterday, in the school-bus, someone joked that a bookstore was the only evidence that people still did sensible things. This soon sparked a debate on the latest fads and senseless trends! When I talked about trends, some oldies popped up to list the recent trend of watching and assessing a movie only by its music and star-cast and some said that it was the meaningless songs which were unmelodious and discordant. Some witty ones said that shopping online was the new trend. Some indoctrinated ones said that if they are trends they are senseless and if they are sensible than they have to be timeless! Some philosophical ones said that trending is a cycle, simply because retro has to be the new trend. While some said that trend doesn’t matter, others with a contradictory opinion said that trends define a person. An example was cited to support their opinion – people wearing torn jeans were considered “poor” and now, thanks to the changing trends, they are considered “trendy.” Finally, some advised to go with the timeless because trend is an indulgence, an opulence, a luxury! In this opinionated debate, I had to have a say- True happiness lies in simply playing with the momentum!

Experience of Arts Class

Chhaya Joshi, Alumnus (Class of 2014-15)

On the first day of the class I was enthusiastic and thrilled of course because I was passionate about arts and it was the first time I was venturing into it as a subject I would be examined on.

It was a phenomenal moment when I sat on the high stool and used the professional easel for the first time, sketched those beautiful yellow flowers in the bright sunlight near the basketball court sitting for hours on the green grass or sitting on stairs and sketching the palm leaves inside the school building.

There are people who can effortlessly sketch an object’s likeness, and people who struggle for hours just to get the angles and proportions right and our teacher told that it just takes ‘a lot of practice’ and ‘the right perspective’. By the end of the first span I had learnt how to stir my imagination and enthusiasm, to take risks and do what I was most afraid of doing, to widen my horizons and that being an artist is a full time job that demands all one’s efforts and concentration and my teacher made that easy for me to do.

Our teacher used the word ‘beautiful’ rather freely and that built up my faith in myself to expose the mini miracles in my paintings. I learnt how to see things through an artist’s eye – differently, and to represent not the outward appearance of things but their inner significance. It was a startling one year long exploration.

At the threshold of the next session in my continual learning I’ve realized that Art is all about metaphor. Art enables me to find myself and lose myself at the same time. It is a self-discovery and that I reflect who I am in my artwork. It washes away the dust of daily life off my soul. I enjoyed the captivating struggle for perfection throughout.

In peace with nature

Ananyaa Jain, Class VII B

In peace with nature

Rise

Blue

Friends

Women, always at work!

Water – A Precious Stone

Tamanna, Class VI C

Water is like a precious stone

It should never be thrown.

If you save it wisely,

You can use it nicely.

Water is a gift of nature

Which should be preserved for future.

Every drop of water is important

So take a decision in your life,

Make efforts to save water worldwide.

USA – A Thrilling Experience

Hridhima Tyagi, Class VIII B

What a thrilling experience it was

To explore the earth.

To witness the wonders of human hands,

And festivals since birth.

Exploring is a medium

To gain knowledge and have fun.

We can experience different adventures,

Or simply bask in the sun.

It is better than learning from books,

Which blear your eyes,

We are deprived of awareness

And healthy exercise.

Just travel and explore the world

Be it night or day.

This is what I learnt,

From my trip to the USA!

Faces

Alefiya Haveliwala, Class X D

Until

Prateeksha Jana, Class X D

The flower I adored, not the lily,

The one with the sweet, sweet smell

Like burnt sugar and texture

Like taffeta, a bud

Which could be beautiful

That flower rested in my garden

In that summer

Beauty of the light

Heat of the air

Until spring came around

With green grass

Fruits on trees

And the flowers I adored

Adored, till spring came around.

Until the flowers grew around me

The sweet scent turned cloying and deathly

Until they grew on me

And I couldn’t move

I couldn’t breathe.

Everywhere I looked, I saw it

I looked to the mirror

Hoping for sanity

But I saw it.

I tried to get it to unwind from my throat

A necklace of the flowers I adored

Now rotting

Until the spring where they suffocated me…

Reflection

Vibhooti Hasija, Class X D

Do we really know ourselves?

Or are we just strangers?

Strangers in our own bodies

Trying to compete in this rat-race

Never really succeeding.

Do we really know ourselves?

Do we know the person who looks

Back at us from the mirror?

Everyone’s a nameless face

They know what you did

But do they really know who you were?

Actions speak louder than words

Leave such an imprint on someone’s mind

That even if they want to forget you,

They won’t be able to.

Nobody really knows themselves

But if you want someone

To remember who you were,

Pretend that you do.

People dig that.

We’re nothing but strangers living a lie.

Sky

Aryaa Dubey, Class X D

The breeze of the night

The morning sunshine

The rays of thine, Oh beautiful sun

Caressing my face with thy shine

And then you turn.

Turn to undress the bright

And reveal the radiant night

Thou art so exquisite

Thy bosom holds the heart to me.

And when you bestow the drops on me

My heart becomes alive

Beauty is spread as far as you can see

That is what I call life

The stars are thy breath

The garish moon is thy heart

The sun, thy eye,

Bless me, as I part.

Category: Blog

Oh! It’s Raining

Sparsh Jain, Class VI C and Anjali Dhakad, Class VI A

Trending Timelessness

Abhimanyu Sethia, Class IX-C

Experience of Arts Class

Chhaya Joshi, Alumnus (Class of 2014-15)

In peace with nature

Ananyaa Jain, Class VII B

Water – A Precious Stone

Tamanna, Class VI C

USA – A Thrilling Experience

Hridhima Tyagi, Class VIII B

Faces

Alefiya Haveliwala, Class X D

Until

Prateeksha Jana, Class X D

Reflection

Vibhooti Hasija, Class X D

Sky

Aryaa Dubey, Class X D

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