Shishukunj

One Day

By Nandini Pillai, Class IX C

A day when I will soar high,

Touch the cloud, feel the sky,

Higher and higher I will glide,

I will be smiling in my pride.

A day when I will be alone,

Nobody to stop me, all on my own,

Love and respect is all I will earn,

“Live your life” is all I will learn.

My heart will beat with the rhythm of the tides,

I will be resting in hand woven hides,

A day when I’ll rule my world,

My problems will be twisted, turned and curled.

A day when I just wouldn’t care,

Will pamper myself and caress my hair,

Will adorn myself with a crown of affection,

And will rise the next day, to live this dream of attention.

Telecommunications- Let’s not forget the creative guy

Kanishka Tripathi, Class XI C

The day that Albert Einstein feared I think has finally arrived. He said, “I fear the day when technology will surpass all human interaction” and yes, the modern technology has invaded over the erstwhile orthodox practice of writing letters. You want to send your messages through the screen? Do that. But kindly do not be oblivious of the classic way of communication. It will really speak volumes about our urge to save our culture as people if we preserve the tradition that has been carried over for eons.

Whatsapp, Facebook, or any other feature of telecommunication for that matter has gained currency. Sheer convenience that it promises, is so handy and alluring that one can’t just escape the greed. Those of us who have been endorsing telecommunication as the technology of the day refute this very exhortion by reminding us that we start taking things for granted till they evolve into cliché. The biggest irony, example of the same is that humans cut trees, make paper out of it and write ’save trees’ on it. Yes, I agree that the modern ways of communication save tons of paper but what is the harm if you write a letter to the one you love once in a while? Why not do it as a tribute to the creative guy who came up with the idea of writing to distant people. Poor fellow didn’t have any gadgets to do away with his loneliness.

We are a product of our past. That’s exactly from where we’ve evolved. Respect the evolution, but go back in time. Adopt writing and not solely rely on cell-phones or computers. It’s an experience in itself. Let history resurrect. After all, a world is not a world until it has some element of past in it.

Faces – 2

By Ananya Khujneri, Class XI A

The Rain Song

By Saakshi Mittal, Class X B

(Inspired by The Song of the Rain by Khalil Gibran)

I am showered from heaven,

Remarked as God’s blessing.

God sends me on earth

Considering me as the epitome of

Faith and hope to spread

Some love

I cherish the earth and the nature

And the birds and the soil.

I’m the drink of God

I’m the ambrosia of the lords.

The soil assimilates me to

Appease its thirst

I’m its nectar.

My farewell is marked by the sun

It delights the world by

A seven coloured magic

I depart with spreading

Colours and love and joy

To the world.

I make the world more beautiful.

Priceless days!

By Arunima Rathi, Class XI-A

Alone I can say but together we can talk,

Alone I can smile but together we can laugh,

Alone I can enjoy but together we can celebrate.

This is what school life is all about!

It is the time when your ‘Camlin’ geometry box and ‘Natraj’ pencils are your prized possessions and the only holiday you took were to go to your grandparents’ or your cousin’s house. The wild imaginations, big dreams, the mixed emotions… and so much more!

It is the time when piling homework, projects and exhaustive exercises bring in nervousness, tension and sleepless nights. When the excitement of a new bag, smell of the pages of new books, new subjects, new seating plans are the most fascinating things in life. Experiences like the joy of standing first in class and the sorrow of losing a basketball match are some significant parts in the making of school life.

Life is all about learning. School life is a preparation to face the challenges that the bigger school, that is, the world is going to offer to us. School shapes our character, moulds our mental attitude and fashions the basic principles of life.

The very memories of school days certainly makes you feel nostalgic and makes you want to relive those golden years of your life!

Faces – 1

By Ananya Khujneri, Class XI A

India of My Dreams by Nandini Deodia, Class VI B

(Winning entry for the ‘India of My Dreams’ Poetry Competition)

A day will come

And soon one night

That no foreign country

Would dare to fight

There is a day

that will come again

And no Indian

will be in pain

My country would be

A messenger of peace

And all matters will

Be solved with ease

I had a dream

My country will be compared

With other nations

But it’s like chocolate cream

I know my country

Is not a coward

But is surely going

To keep moving forward

India of My Dreams by Vidhi Dev, Class VI A

(Winning entry for the ‘India of My Dreams’ Poetry Competition)

An India where every bud blooms,

An India where there is no gloom,

A place where everyone learns to forgive,

Is where I really want to live.

I have a different India in my dreams,

Where through every vicinity flows a miniature stream,

Where every house has a cornucopia of knowledge,

And where no girl is denied her right to go to college

Where students don’t misjudge austere teachers,

Where citizens don’t spoil physical features,

Where even men help in making scrumptious food,

Where children don’t disobey teachers in a bad mood

Where even taciturn people speak for themselves well,

Is the India where I want to dwell.

Eulogy for the Eloquent ‘Common Man’

By Anshul Shrivastava, Class XI F

Billions of people, running millions of errands and expressing thousands of emotions every second. But do they have anything in common? Yes. Aspiration. A lust to succeed in their errands. This lust gives birth to passion and with a little forethought, to an ‘artiste’.

Since everything is divided and categorized, let’s focus on the most common category – The Common Man. Among these billion people, 98% think of themselves as ‘common man’. R K Laxman decided to show his lust for his art. He became uncommon through the common man.

Had five brothers and a sister, born in 1921 on the soil of Karnataka, never knew one day would inspire hundreds of souls. The famous cartoonist’s most appreciated piece was ‘The Common Man’. A small blog of cartoon, which depicted the current political scenario, along with the ingredients of humour and art which always rendered it hilarious and inspiring.

Along with being a humble man, he was also a sensible socialist. Worked for the Times of India. His last day was January 26, 2015. But his work is immortal.

People come and go, generations change, trends and the world change but simple thoughts and perspectives are eternal.

Month: February 2015

One Day

By Nandini Pillai, Class IX C

Telecommunications- Let’s not forget the creative guy

Kanishka Tripathi, Class XI C

Faces – 2

By Ananya Khujneri, Class XI A

The Rain Song

By Saakshi Mittal, Class X B

(Inspired by The Song of the Rain by Khalil Gibran)

Priceless days!

By Arunima Rathi, Class XI-A

Faces – 1

By Ananya Khujneri, Class XI A

India of My Dreams by Nandini Deodia, Class VI B

(Winning entry for the ‘India of My Dreams’ Poetry Competition)

India of My Dreams by Vidhi Dev, Class VI A

(Winning entry for the ‘India of My Dreams’ Poetry Competition)

Eulogy for the Eloquent ‘Common Man’

By Anshul Shrivastava, Class XI F

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