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बड़ों का साया मेरु के सामान है

आरुषि जैन, कक्षा ९वीं B द्वारा लिखा एक पत्र |

ऍफ़ १३४

एम्. आई. जी.

इंदौर

१६ जून २०१४

प्रिय सिद्धार्थ

नमस्ते

मै यहाँ कुशल मंगल हूँ और ईश्वर से आशा करती हूँ की तुम्हारे घर भी सब कुशल मंगल होगा | मेरी अभी छुट्टियाँ चल रही है | पर इस बार मैं तुम्हारे घर नहीं आ पाऊँगी क्योंकि मुझे कुछ ज़रूरी काम से विदेश जाना है |

तुमने इतने दिनों से पत्र नहीं लिखा तो मैंने सोचा मै ही पूछ लूं | आजकल तो तुम्हारे पास इतना भी समय नहीं की तुम अपनी बड़ी बहन को पत्र लिखो | जब पिछली बार तुम मेरे घर आये थे तुमने दादा-दादी जी की साथ बैठकर पांच मिनिट भी बात नहीं की थी | दिन-पर-दिन नयी पीढ़ी में एक परिवर्तन देख रही हूँ | बच्चे बड़ों के साए को अपनी स्वतंत्रता में एक बाधा समझने लगे हैं | जबकि बड़ों का साया किसी आशीर्वाद से कम नहीं | वह हमें ग़लत रास्ता चुनने से रोकता है और हमें अपने लक्ष्य तक पहुँचने का रास्ता निर्धारित करने में मदद करता है|

बड़ों का साया हमें आत्मविश्वासी बनाता है | वह हमें एक सहारा ही नहीं देता बल्कि एक सुरक्षा भी देता है | हम अपने बड़ों के साथ हमारे मन में चल रही बातें बता सकते हैं | अपनी परेशानियां बताकर हल्का लगता है | नहीं तो हम अन्दर ही अन्दर घुट-घुटकर जियेंगे |

अगली बार जब तुम मेरे घर आओगे तो आशा करती हूँ की तुम बड़ों के साथ बैठकर उनसे हंसी-मज़ाक करोगे और मेरी बात को ध्यान से सुनकर समझकर उसपर अमल करोगे | अगर तुम्हे तुम्हारे कोई भी मित्र ग़लत रास्ते पर चलते हुए दिखें तो तुम उन्हें भी यह बात ज़रूर समझाना | इससे तुम्हारा भी भला होगा और उस मित्र का भी |

अन्नू को मेर प्यार और मौसी-मौसाजी को नमस्ते |

तुम्हारी बड़ी बहन

आरुषि

What Can You Learn From a Mother?

Poem sent by Komudi Behani, Class VI B

Someone asked one day, “What
Can you learn from a mother?”
And someone replied, “You can learn
Every virtue from her, my brother.”

You can learn from her patience, as she
Keeps her child for nine months in her womb,
Happiness fills her heart,
And makes it a most sacred tomb.

You can learn from her, the art of
Loving without limits, or boundary,
Which makes us wonder does she have
An everlasting supply of love foundry.

You can learn from her
The envious quality of being selfless,
As she devotes her whole time on her child
And never expects in return, more or less.

You can learn from her, to fill your
Souls with evergreen compassion,
While she watches her child eat, or
Sleep, with eyes full of love and passion.

You can learn the whole new meaning from her
Of the saying, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”,
As she sees beauty and wonder, in every
Child created, and existing in god’s folder.

You can learn the act of living,
For some other human being.
As she gives all her things to her child,
In the hope that he will live like a king.

You can learn from her the art of supporting,
Her baby in every walk of life,
Balancing her support so that,
She is a wonderful mother, and a loving wife.

You can learn from her the knack of dying,
To protect her precious baby,
Because, if she has to lay her life
She’ll die, not even saying ‘maybe’.

And finally you can learn from her,
Bravery, valour and courage,
When she lets her child go
When he/she comes of age.

And thus you can learn from her
Every possible virtue, my brother,
Because god is present everywhere
And anywhere in the form of mother.

Rangoli on Diwali

A rangoli made at home by Chhaya Joshi, Class XII C

Rangoli by Chhaya Joshi, Class XII C

A shoe’s life

A poem by Vagmi Shah, Class IX B

I am a little shoe,

Worn by all, including you.

Might it be a baby or an old elf,

I am found on everybody`s shelf.

I come in many colours.

Blue, black, green and many others.

I come in many kinds,

Shoe-store is where one finds.

Women, men and children; all have me.

They wear me even while drinking tea.

But when I am all old and torn,

They throw me away with scorn.

And then I lie all fed up,

Until some beggar picks me up.

He studies me for a while,

Then puts me on with a smile.

Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe

Book reviewed by Zubin Turakhia, Class VI A

Robinson Crusoe is the son of a rich merchant. He has a strong desire to be a sailor. Despite his family’s disapproval, he sails to sea. After staying in Brazil for four years, he is asked to go to Guinea to fetch slaves. But after a week, there is a shipwreck and he is the lone survivor on an uninhabited island.

When he finds his ship almost in ruins near the coast, the supplies he brings from it helps him make a home with a cave and tent. After spending twenty three years on the island, he finds savages on the island, one of whom becomes his companion. He is finally rescued after twenty eight long years, by an English ship.

He revisits the island with his nephew and dies there at the age of 92 years.

I enjoyed reading this book very much and recommend it to all book lovers.

Drawings!

Art by Archiee Bohra, Class VIII F

My First Day in School

A poem from Pavitra Somaiya, Class IX B

My first day in school,
Was to be my last day in school!

Eagerly waiting for the bus I stood,
With a sorrowful face that I could.
Finally I reached the school with the opening bell,
“What’s your name?” I tell.

The students jeered at me,
As I entered the room.
When I sat on the bench,
I felt I was a real fool.

But when the recess started,
I felt I should talk to them.
Going with a beating heart,
I felt calm for a moment.

And then I began my talks,
During those daily lunch-time walks.
Friends smiling and cheering,
And I stayed with a little shock.

Suddenly my face turned happy,
And I realised I was the best.
Engrossed with my friends in talk,
I never realised that it was my test.

I went back home,
Having passed my test.
Feeling victorious,
As I had completed my quest.

Mom

Poem by Khushi Shah, Class VIII E

Sometimes I feel so alone,
But I know I’ve got you to hold.

When the world is far from me,
I know you are my destiny.

When the sea has lost its shine,
I’ve got you as my greatest pride.

Oh mom!
You are so beautiful, invincible,
Other than you, no one is remarkable.

I think you are a gift of god,
In fact, you are no less than a God.

You have given me a lot.
Oh! I love you mom, a lot, a lot!

What Would I Not Do To Be With Her

A story from Nitya Vyas, Class IX B

Michelle was my best friend since the age of five. I shared everything with her. Now, I’m fourteen and I live in a little town, Nantucket. And she lives in a beautiful city….one of the most popular cities in the USA – New York!

Till the time we were ten, she lived with me, just next to my house. Then she had to shift. Her father’s business demanded that. But, undeterred by the distance, we would never forget to call each other.

I learnt to fly a kite with her, for the first time, at a kite festival in Goa, India. That was our first foreign trip together. We were both seven.

Before that, our fun was confined to the backyard of our houses, where usually, a pretence wedding of the Barbies would happen or a tea party with all sorts of stuffed animals would take place. Soon, we started enjoying other things, like pillow fights, which seemed more a tomboyish affair for us girls.

At the age of eight our attention was caught by ballet. Our moms had taken us to watch Swan Lake, where we were mesmerised by the grace and poise of the dancers. Shortly afterwards we joined ballet classes, we were keen learners and were soon teaching the new entrants to the class.

But when we were nine, we left the ballet class, after having learnt only the basics!

At the age of ten, our attention was diverted to designer clothes, nail paint, footwear, accessories and hairstyles. We even learned to play the piano together.

Then came the horrible news; Michelle had to shift, to a faraway city. We promised to keep in touch and never lose track of each other. Every vacation, either she would visit me, or I would visit her. We camped together, shared each and every secret, laughed at every joke.

At twelve, we wrecked her brother’s bike. And at thirteen, my dad’s car! I learnt to drive with her, and though we got caught, it was fun because she was with me. The happy and fun time however, was over. When we parted, I kissed her cheek and she kissed mine. We said goodbye and the tears followed like always. We promised to write to each other regularly.

It was 6 March, 2014. I received a call from a New York City city hospital. Michelle along with her family members had met with a car accident. None survived. I alone knew what it was….. it was such a tragic end to the happy times…..

What would I not do to be with her once again.

When my friends remarked how sad it was and how much it must be hurting, I had trouble hiding my smile….after all, Michelle was such a beautiful fragment of my imagination!

My Mother

A poem from Anjali Dhakad, Class V A, Ananya Saggi, Class V G, Sparsh Kasliwal and Urvashi Dighe, Class V E

My mother is the kindest person I have ever seen,

But till her heart I have never been.

Oh my mother you are so helpful and kind,

And because of you I have a genius mind.

Mother you are so beautiful and nice,

And you are also loving and wise.

Promise me that we’ll always be together,

Then we’ll not care about any other.

Mother you are always there with me for whatever I do,

Oh mother I love you.

Month: November 2014