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A Lesson Learnt in a Train Journey

Aditi Tanwar, Class IX C

Friday

July 15, 2016

9:35 pm

I reached Indore yesterday at 12:30 in the night. I slept as I was very much tired. I had travelled in a train for the first time all by myself and it was an amazing experience. I befriended one of my fellow passengers. His name was Aarav. He told me something which has taught me a big lesson.

He told me that he is a college student in Mumbai and he was going to Delhi because his grandfather had recently died in a road accident.

Let me start from the beginning. Aarav told me that when he was small, his parents died. So, his grandparents took care of him and they loved him a lot. Aarav loved his grandparents but never expressed his feelings. After his class XII, Aarav got admission in a college in Mumbai. While he was in Delhi, he usually went out with his friends and rarely talked with his grandparents.

He used to think that it was his grandparents responsibility to take care of him. Now, while he was in Mumbai and had to be responsible for himself, no one was there to help him. That is when he realized all the effort and pain his parents had to undergo for him. He decided to visit his grandparents and tell them that he was sorry and that he loved them a lot.

A few days went by before he could do that. One day, he received a call from his neighbours. His grandparents had met with an accident. Aarav started crying. He felt bad that he could not even hug his grandparents and thank them. He wished he had spent more time with them and made them feel how much he loved them.

I felt bad for Aarav. I decided that I would from now on, spend a lot of time with my grandparents and will make them feel that I love them.

A Mirror’s Diary

Vartika Jain, Class X D

Suppose you are a mirror, hanging on one of the walls of a house, where people of three generations live together. You experience new happenings every now and then which leaves you in an astonishment regarding human behavior. Make a diary entry summarizing your experience of a day or past few days.

Friday

April 29, 2016

9:00 pm

I have been observing the family members of this house for a few days now. I am astonished at the way humans change with time. The children of the house are not bothered about their real character. They have become obsessed with their physical appearance and spend hours in front of me. The parents of the house have started understanding the importance of real character and need me only at certain times. However, for me, the grandparents are the best. They do not bother much about their appearance and are more interested in the inner beauty. They understand my pain of reflecting everything day and night and are generous not to overload me. I can only show the physical appearance of people but the real mirrors are those who can make you realize who you as a person are in real life.

World – Mocking Jay of Reality

Ananya Singh, Class XI A

The persona of this world is so unruly

Can’t make out a lie or if it is truly

It is a contradiction of its own quoted words

Confused, should we walk alone or in herds.

It is a paradox, for its life and existence

Want to explore but pray resistance

Practices and claims to be the jack of all

It is master of none, which results in downfall.

Boasts about its entwined diversity,

From the transparent surface tries to explore the density

Doomed by its own enraging curiosity.

But curiosity is a curse, isn’t that witty?

Commits crime and tries to counter its effects

Forgets that even good deeds have defects.

Humourous sarcasm is what it mocks

The tales of dust, withered from rocks

Every breath is a draconian law for ages to come

Vanquished and grim it becomes

The world might be guiltless but this is predominant

Bad doesn’t last for long is the hymn that we chant.

बदलती दुनिया

Inter-House Board Decoration

Theme: बदलती दुनिया

The Intergalactic Adventure

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

As I was bored of my place,

I ventured into the vast space.

But I think it would be a horrible trip,

As I do not know

How to build a space ship.

And then all about aliens

And how they would be!

If I need to know it,

I have to go and see!

If they might be dangerous,

I’ll hit them with a bat.

I’ll hide in the craters,

Or scare them with a cat!

I will build a toll-tax

On moon and charge a fare,

I will be a slipper thief,

And leave their feet bare.

But after all this trouble,

I will give them a gift,

And on earth I’ll request,

The let their dwelling shift.

And then we will be friends,

And many things to each other we’ll give,

Our friendship will never break,

As long as we live!

Work Hard, You Can Achieve Anything

Pranavi Agarwal, Class IX C

“But why? Is it my fault that I am a girl?”

Rhea had shouted for about the fifth time and ran out of the room with tears streaming down her eyes. She desperately wanted to go into the field outside and play rugby with the boys of her neighbourhood. It was her dream to become a rugby player when she grew up. Rugby was her passion. But her parents believed that it was not proper for a girl to involve herself in such activity because it meant for her. Moreover, they felt she wouldn’t be able to achieve success.

But Rhea wasn’t going to let go of her dream. She decided to show her parents that she had the caliber. She made a commitment to wake up everyday at 4 in the morning and practice when the family would be asleep.

Six months went by in this manner. Then one day…

“Rhea! Why aren’t you dressed for school? What has happened to you? You usually get ready on time!” said Rhea’s mother.

“Yes mom, but not today. I need some rest.”

“Why? What is the occasion?”

“Today is the Rugby State Championship mother and I am participating.”

“Are you crazy? Don’t talk all nonsense.”

“Mom, I always listen to you. But just this time, please let me follow my heart. The game starts in the evening and I would really love you and dad to come and see me play.”

Her mom didn’t say anything and just left the room. Rhea rested till the afternoon and then left for the tournament.

Mother and father did come but they were a little late. But when they arrived, they couldn’t believe their eyes! Their daughter had won the ‘Player of the Tournament’ award and was wearing a gold medal. It was then that they realized how hard Rhea had been working to prove herself. With such determination and persistent efforts, nothing could come between Rhea and her dream!

Book Review: I Am Malala

Mr. Gaurav Singh, Library Manager

I am Malala, a true story of a girl from the Swat Valley.

Malala Yousafzai, a brave teenage girl who stood up for education of women and was shot by the Taliban.

Malala was born in a poor family and lived with her father, mother and two younger brothers. She was living a happy life with them when the arrival of Taliban bought dramatic change to the region. They started telling people that they should not watch television, CDs, DVDs and burned their books. Girls should not go to school as Islam didn’t allow this.

But Malala still continued going to school and started giving interviews in order to promote education and women’s rights. One day, when she was coming home from school she was shot in her head by two Taliban men. They shot two other girls in the same bus. All of them were hospitalized.

Malala had to undergo surgery and took many months to recover from her wounds. She received international support and was visited by many important people. The whole world prayed for her and finally she survived. She is the youngest-ever Nobel Laureate.

I loved this book because we learn that we should never give up and never be afraid to speak up for ours and others’ rights.

My Journey

Keshav Agrawal, Class IX G

(Inspired by ‘How I Taught My Grandmother To Read by Sudha Murthy)

I was brought up in a world of ignorance

Where girls weren’t given any chance.

What I wanted was education but

I couldn’t get it even once.

I was married, I had children,

I gave them all they wanted.

I had sufficient money

But what use is it when you cannot read anything serious or funny?

My granddaughter was a light of hope,

She was my help, my pillar of scope.

Without her, I had felt helpless

And I cursed God, why wasn’t I blessed?

My granddaughter taught me, I learned,

She was a blessing of God that I had earned.

My determination, my hard work is what people see,

But don’t forget, it was not I, it was we.

I am literate now,

I see books are really wow!

Now I can read, write and laugh.

It is true that hard work pays off.

This message should spread across the nation,

That there is no bigger wealth than education.

Wanderlust

Ananya Singh, Class XI A

One day, when my brain ceased to explore,

My heart reached out and opened the door

That lead me to a world I’d never seen before,

My feet dragging me through the marble floor.

I closed my eyes shut from the blinding light,

As virtual as a dream jingling at night,

Beautiful trance or a virtual insight,

Lost in the depth of fear of height.

Hesitated once but then I explored,

Many things I’d seen but never adored,

Not angry from being neglected or ignored,

But that world accepted me as a captain on board.

To sail through the troughs and crests with me,

And show me the world I’d never seen,

Not bound by rules and instructions but free,

In an instant I’d entered a wanderlust spree.

The stories of roots of trees hidden deep inside

Different stages of the ages that the soil layers hide

From a world we thought never existed besides

As beautiful in its own existence, varied and wide.

Monsoon

Riddhi Singhania, Class IX D

Fall down rain, now no more sun.

Pitter-patter all day now, Monsoon has come.

After the long summer season of bright sunshine and vacations, it is the time to invite a new season – monsoon. The clouds are about to burst into rains so awaited. It’s not just a spark of hope, but a ‘lightening’ of hope for all the Indian farmers. The vegetation on the lush green fields would be swaying gaily as the monsoon drops trickle down on them. Again the kharif crops would grow amidst the rains to feed the nation. The dearth of water in the city would at last come to an end. The water table would fill up and all our work would become easy. The croaking frogs in the puddles will sound like an orchestra in this season. Tiny little creatures will be seen throughout the place. Here splish, there splash and an exhibition of umbrellas would be seen on the streets. The most pleasant season monsoon has come, no doubt it will go, but I pray it always returns!

Month: July 2016

A Lesson Learnt in a Train Journey

Aditi Tanwar, Class IX C

A Mirror’s Diary

Vartika Jain, Class X D

World – Mocking Jay of Reality

Ananya Singh, Class XI A

बदलती दुनिया

Inter-House Board Decoration

The Intergalactic Adventure

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

Work Hard, You Can Achieve Anything

Pranavi Agarwal, Class IX C

Book Review: I Am Malala

Mr. Gaurav Singh, Library Manager

My Journey

Keshav Agrawal, Class IX G

Wanderlust

Ananya Singh, Class XI A

Monsoon

Riddhi Singhania, Class IX D

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