Shishukunj

Humans, The Cause of Damage

Pearl Pahuja, Class VIII B

The relation between the rapid destruction and change in the environment and the lifestyle of people is quite overt. The damage caused by humans has left no one. The plethora of ill effects caused by this damage is not known to humans.

Hence, this makes it a burning topic to be focused on. Global Warming has rapidly increased as a result of weakening of the ozone layer. This, inturn has resulted in increasing greenhouse effect and desertification. The temperature of earth is rising, causing forest fires and droughts. Greenhouse gases such as carbon dioxide and methane too contribute in the rising temperature.

Not only these but other issues such as melting of glaciers, rising sea level are at the verge of occurrence, which can lead to submerging of huge coastal regions. The greed of humans has resulted in poaching or illegal hunting of innocent animals for their body parts and products such as ivory, honey, skin, etc. This is causing damage to the biodiversity and the extinction of various plant and animal species.

Humans have not only damaged land but have also polluted water. Sacred rivers such as the Ganga can be compared to a dirty stinking drain. Droughts, water-borne diseases, shortage of water are all caused because of water pollution.

Cutting trees is the biggest offence or crime one can do. Trees are the guardians of humans who provide them with food and shelter and also cure to most of our diseases. They are the oxygen banks without which we cannot survive.

Knowing all this, we humans are destroying everything around. This cruelty shown by humans towards nature has bewildered and angered me. In true sense they are not destroying the nature but are destroying themselves. The environment and nature is the biggest treasure of Earth and it is the duty of humans to protect and conserve it.

God has given us brain for the betterment of mankind. We should work for the betterment of our planet to reduce its burden rather than increasing its pressure and creating further difficulties. So, it is a matter to be given thought upon for how long we can survive in these conditions and when will humans understand that if she lives only then we live…?

Dream of the Soul

Iti Kathed, Class XI B

Full of uncertainty,

Nobody knows what lay before it or what would succeed.

Divided into different phases,

It surely, has a purpose.

Superficially, it pretends to be

shallow and easy.

Deep down, in reality,

it’s an abyss of knowledge.

Of which you are just an ephemeral part.

Though for you it is indelible.

Decorated with pleasure and inventions,

Always uncensored,

Has the toughest things you have to deal with.

A race it is where no one wins or loses.

Where you should give your fullest.

People are made to fear, about the future.

But believe me, it is just another dream of your soul.

It is life my dear!

The Note

Nandini Bohra, Class VIII A

It was a rainy day. I was in my room, relaxing on my bed, thinking of how much I loved the monsoon season. The simple reason was that I could stay home, miss my tuitions and have fun with friends.

But this time all my preparations and calculations went wrong when mom told me that we had new neighbours who had a child, about my age. She was going to come home any moment. I was not so excited because last time a mom’s friend dropped in; I was super bored.

The doorbell rang and a girl came in. She was soberly dressed and carried a mysterious look on her face. I was ready with my fake smile. She told us her name was Insha. I took her to my room and we started to talk about our likes and dislikes, hobbies and favourite pass-times. Just then she showed me a book she was carrying.

Worn out, dusty, black, like any typical boring book. She was just passing it to me when a note fell off from within the book. I was busy picking it up when I saw her getting up and peeking into my drawers. I didn’t bother much about it.

That note, it shook me to my depths. It read: “Hello. I am 13 years old and will always be. Let me tell you my story. I was new in the housing society. Mom told me to go to Shreya’s house, another girl in the same society. I went there with high hopes of making a friend, after all we were meeting for the first time.

She lived on the twelfth floor. I went there. After a while, we became comfortable. We started to run around her room, and just when I was near the open window I slipped and fell. My parents found my body. Oh I tell you, such a bad day it was. By the way, my name is …..Insha.”

I was terrified. I wasn’t able to move but then I heard the footsteps of someone running, just when I looked up, I saw Insha, at the window, about to slip. I shrieked.

She fell off exactly as it was written in the note. I rushed to the window to see what happened. To my surprise, there was nothing, as if she vanished in the air. I was still in a state of shock when the doorbell rang. Mom opened the door and guess what, it was Preeti; our neighbours’ ‘real’ daughter.

My parents didn’t believe me but I believe that you would believe me. I don’t like monsoon anymore, I hope you understand why.

A Poem from a Student

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

The early scent of flowers,

The truly devoted preacher,

An angel of the divine,

Is the wonderful teacher.

Teachers put in their best efforts,

To make children understand,

Their hearts pain a lot,

When they make children stand.

Whenever children lose their track,

Teachers lend a helping hand,

Their lessons are beneficial and loving for us,

Like a fairy wand.

Their attitude is effervescent,

On children’s face they bring a smile,

Every teacher has a unique,

Child-friendly style.

So, if teachers make mistakes,

Them we should never tease,

Because when we make mistakes,

She tries her best to put us at ease.

Teachers blame themselves,

If our mark is not on the dart,

Because they care for each of us,

And have a student-loving heart!

Life is a Journey

Rohan Tripathi, Class IX D

What is life? Is it just about school, college, job, etc.? No! Life is a journey and it is up to us to make it beautiful. There are ups and downs at every stage and we also come across unexpected turns.

If there are bad times, there are good times as well and this is how we live. The challenges that we face in our lives make us stronger.

Life is not a race where finishing first is important. Life is all about living it and not just finishing it like a race. Our point of view can change everything.

So, be energetic, be inspired and never give up. As they say ‘Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement’. Nothing can be done without faith and confidence.

Be confident and try to realize your dreams in this beautiful journey called life.

Warrior

Anushka Mimani, Class XI G

At five, they called her troubled. Silence was her only virtue;

Imagination her sword tucked carefully beneath an armour of indifference.

At ten, an artist. They mocked. She could create faraway lands,

Conjure them all, from the polka-dotted butterfly to the great grey night sky.

At fifteen, she lacked commitment. And so her white ink-dotted battleground,

Lay unfinished, unspoken as sand flew by.

A decade later, she was honoured with knighthood ‘Lord of Literature’

For that very unfinished art deemed worthy.

But by then, the mighty had fallen.

And that day, as lightning struck, they said it was the moon and the stars

Celebrating a warrior’s homecoming.

She had done the world great service and had finally returned

To her rightful place.

She – The Robust

Ananya Singh, Class XI A

Why? Oh why do you want her to bear all the pain?

Aren’t the problems that God gave her enough for the strain?

Why add to it, when you can’t lessen the burden on that little woman?

Love and care is all she tries to give to every human.

Be it the responsibility of a mother, draped in the cloak of purity,

Or the daughter trying hard to maintain her father’s name and dignity,

The sister that would stand beside even when the odds are hard on you,

Or that dedicated wife, who’d always care, no matter what you do.

She is responsible for completing the tasks that make her

The beautiful body and heart that the Almighty gave her.

She works hard in every field she is assigned to

She is innocent enough to come in people’s lieu.

Is she wrong that she does everything and never complains?

Forget her own, tries to lessen everyone else’s pain.

She is an angel in disguise you’ll never see,

Because you are the demon, who would never let her free.

Why do so? Aren’t you ashamed of the demonic nasty things you do?

Clipping her wings, barring her from places she wants to go?

Isn’t she the one who helps you, cares for you, in every place?

Then why that violence and those bruises on her face?

Those painful marks and scars that you leave on her soul,

God would punish you, that would surely take a toll.

Coz you won’t leave her in peace and silence,

Every now and then your hands would spill violence.

Why can’t you respect her, treat her as a queen?

Just coz her heart is soft, doesn’t mean she is a machine.

Why bar her from the world and the things she can?

Why be so dirty minded and filthy a man?

It’s not her clothes over her body that she drapes,

It’s your filthy imagination that forces rapes.

It’s not the god she preaches or the religion she follows,

You’d still look at her with a mind that is hollow.

That’s what you are used to now, blaming her for everything,

After your sins in between life and death, her character would cling.

You treat her as a toy for your desires,

Viewing her as a property that everyman hires.

It’s you Mr. whose eyes and imagination are at fault,

Put a full stop there, give your brain a halt.

You need to change your point of view about that pretty soul,

Because harming anyone has never been her goal.

All she does is to give and never ask for,

You need to give her medicine at the times she needs cure.

You need to remember that she is a blessing for you,

Coz your mind is a mixture of differential hue.

At least love her, and respect her enough,

Coz even after your attacks she would stay tough.

She can survive without your sympathy that fake,

All those things she gives you she can also take.

Show her she is important to you and she will give you her all

Disrespect her and she will leave you with nothing at all.

Me and My Cake

Hiya Aidasani, Class VIII B

I’d always seen my mother’s cake,

But never tried myself to bake.

When I had to make a cake named truffle,

Then I wrapped myself into a thick duffel.

When I saw things around me,

Just think of what my gestures must have been,

The worst thing I had to care,

Was that it took two days to prepare.

The first day seemed to be a test to me,

In which my sponge crushed like a bee.

I dropped and crushed the butter,

And had a bad experience with the cutter.

The second day brought icing with it,

And a better experience I had a bit,

The ganache sat on the sponge like a rat,

But I managed to get it on a mat.

Finally, the cake was ready,

With the experience which was steady.

I’d always seen my mother’s cake,

But now I’d tried myself to bake.

Maths in Fine Arts

Nirali and Sparsh, Class VII A and C

Maths is everywhere

They all say

In everything of the world

It is present there in some or the other way.

Whatever people say,

I never imagined,

That maths could also be used in branches of fine arts

Like in drawing and dancing.

Whether it be architecture

Or making a sculpture

We even use maths

In drawing a simple vulture.

All music and dance

Our maths skills they enhance

Their connection is clear

From London to France.

One, two, buckle my shoe

This proves that poetry

Is related to fine arts

And maths too.

No words, only actions

Yes it is mime

Maths is used here to measure the distance

And to tackle time.

Drawing and painting

Have maths overflowing

When they are together

They are always glowing.

If fine arts is the body

Then maths is the brain

Because all mathematical formulae

Fine arts contains.

Out there in the wild…

Mansi Ranka, Class XII

Tanned arms and happy smiles! Twelfth standard students returned with a basket of memories from their four-day tour to camp Junga in Himachal Pradesh. The school collaborated with Youreka Outdoor Learning to craft a program for the students which combined adventure and learning.

The students stayed in tents at the camp, surrounded by pine forest trails in the scenic Shimla valley. They were divided into four groups and engaged in numerous adventure activities. Rappelling down a rock face, stretching and balancing themselves on the rope courses, hiking in the woods with huge rucksacks, navigating their way to the camping site, pitching their own tents, cooking dinner on chulhas….these are just a few of the fun and challenging activities that they did.

This not only gave them new perspectives on their lives, but also a chance to explore new sides of their personalities. Living afar from technology, amidst nature, taught them to look at the splendid world beyond electronic gadgets – it was detoxifying, really. Away from the comforts of their homes, they learnt a minimalistic way of living. It did take them some time to adjust and feel comfortable, but it was a good thing as it helped them discover more about themselves as well as each other.

It was an enriching experience for all, pushing themselves to new limits and out of their comfort zones, and most importantly, learning to be grateful and appreciating what they’ve been blessed with. They returned with refreshed souls, new friendships, and a bunch of hilly chants and stories!

Month: November 2016