Shishukunj

Her Promise

Khushi Shah, Class XII B

She had a dream.

She wanted to help people in need.

Could she be who she wanted to be,

No, she couldn’t be.

Why? ‘Cause her family wouldn’t let it be.

Married her off at a young age,

Now and forever, she was stuck in a cage.

Her dreams tied up, her tears dried up,

In the wrath of her destiny.

She didn’t know what it’ll be,

All that she wanted was to fly far away,

Live near the bay…

In her rushed life, her dreams slowly faded away.

Now here she lay,

Dreaming about her child dreaming.

She promises herself, for her child to be

Whoever she wants to be.

No matter what, she’ll fight any destiny

She’ll fight till infinity,

She’ll fight for thee…

Nature

Parina Jain, Class VIII A

Trees give us so many things,

Sweet sound of the birds sing.

Nature is so beautiful we should know,

It is our friend, not a foe.

Animals should not be killed,

Water should not be spilled.

We should plant more trees,

It gives shelter to many animals and bees.

Natural resources should be conserved,

Trees, water should be preserved.

Traveller

Lakshya Somani, Class X A

In search of water and food,

Long there a traveller stood,

On a path, long and crooked,

Wondering if he should give up.

Taken this journey through mountains and seas,

His aim was only to flee,

The dark asylum he used to call home,

Where, never had the sun shone.

A mad man is what they call him,

They punish him for committing an unknown sin,

For what reason do they chastise?

For what reason do they despise?

This innocent man whose heart has turned to stone

Now he is just a traveller in search of a real home.

A Good Friend

Parina Jain, Class VIII A

Finding a good friend is hard,

But if you have one,

I tell you never be apart.

She makes you laugh,

Sometimes makes you cry,

But the question is do you have a good friend?

If no, why?

You keep each other’s secrets,

And promise not to tell anyone else,

But when you do,

It’s a complete mess!

You do endless chit-chats,

And if I tell you to write in a book all your gossips,

I tell you, in future, it will be the biggest fossil

(*here means, the text in a book from history)

If one day you say goodbye,

I will not be able to stop myself from a cry.

Cycles

Ayush Baweja, Class X G

I had been waiting for this day for a long time. I started getting worried when I saw my dad entering the house empty handed.

My dog, Buddy, had been at the vet for the past several days and I eagerly awaited his return. A few weeks ago, he had begun coughing up blood and we immediately took him to the veterinarian, where we were told that he would have to stay there for at least a few days. Buddy was to be discharged today and dad had gone to pick him up.

Seeing dad empty-handed made me feel lost and devastated. It could mean only one thing: Buddy didn’t make it. For the first time ever, I saw my dad’s eyes tear up. I felt a void in my chest, the vacuum of emptiness caving in.

My dad, my mother and I brought out all of Buddy’s toys and piled them up on the table. We looked at them in silence, remembering the dog that had kept me happy throughout my pain without understanding a word.

– X-

A couple of weeks later:

A large cardboard box was placed on the doormat. Inside was a beautiful little husky.

Sometimes, something has to end, for something new to start.

The Lost Child

(Inspired by Mulk Raj Anand’s short story)

Tamanna Chhabra, Class IX C

The man moved about among the people in the fair looking for the child’s parents. Just then the ground started shaking. Everyone started to run helter-skelter. The severe earthquake left only death and destruction in its wake.

In the commotion, the child got injured and the man thought it better to take him home. He thought there was little chance of the parents surviving the earthquake.

The child’s parents, who had taken shelter near a sweet shop, kept searching for their child and eventually returned home having given up any hope of finding him.

When the child’s condition improved, the man explained everything to him and calmed him. He decided to bring that child up. Years went by and the child grew up to be a police officer.

One night some thievers broke into the old parents’ house and stole everything they had. They went to the police station to file a complaint. The young man, the newly appointed police officer, recognized his parents. The parents hugged their lost child and thanked the man for taking care of him. In the form of their son, they had got everything back.

Sneha Sanotia, Class IX C

The man moved about among the people in the fair looking for the child’s parents. Together, they spent three hours under the scorching sun but could not locate the child’s parents. It was evening and the man was exhausted. He decided to take the child to his house. He gave him milk and cookies and switched the radio on, hoping there would be some mention of the child’s parents.

The next morning, the man woke up with a start to hear loud sounds coming from the room next door. He was relieved to see the boy in a good mood and playing in front of the mirror. Suddenly, something struck him as very odd. He could not see the boy’s reflection in the mirror!

He shook the boy and asked him what was happening. The boy said nothing, there was just a grin on his face. Five years ago, in the same village fair, the child had died after being separated from his parents.

Sanjana Goyal, Class IX C

Rahul got ready quickly. He put on his black suit and cap and read the details of the mission once again. He came out of his apartment and got into his yellow car and looked at a photograph of his younger self. It brought painful memories of the past, getting lost in the fair, failing to find his parents… What he had become today, he owed completely to the man, who was also his boss now.

He reached the destination, parked his car and got out of it. He went to the back of the house. He waited till the lights inside the house went off.

Years of training had given him the skill to open doors and move about without making a sound. He entered the bedroom and saw his targets. He had never failed in any mission. This time was not going to be any different.

As he turned to leave with yet another success under his belt, a photo frame caught his eye. His legs gave away and he broke down, unable to hold back his tears, ‘What have I done! Mother, father, what have I done!”

Realising the Ridiculing Reality

Adi Dantre, Class XI C

Suddenly I realize the ridiculing reality,

Not childhood, nor adulthood, nor complete maturity,

When the greed for more is sunk in simplicity,

When the fiber of morality is dipped in insanity,

That is realizing the ridiculing reality.

You reach a place, you don’t know where,

The life you love is in despair,

A breeze of sudden care,

Warns, you that you must prepare,

To gain you must risk,

To love you must care and to step you must dare.

After showing all this unworthy care,

You roll down like a snare,

Yet you see a helping hand,

In this treacherous land,

A voice inside you demands reason,

Why this sudden mist of treason?

Catching hold would save my life,

Or would it put me on the edge of a knife?

Two hands meet to save one another,

What is felt, is a soft cover,

A cover, a cloud of blistering insanity,

Garnished with disemboweled morality,

Only to reveal the ridiculing reality.

Fire

Mahika Khandelwal, Class IX C

Orange and yellow

Flames, they flicker.

Casting an orange glow all around.

While man warms his feet sitting beside it on the ground.

Sometimes it provides light,

So that we can see in the night.

Sometimes it protects,

From the creatures of the night.

But somewhere it unleashes its rage,

Trapping beings in a fiery cage,

Burning down all in its way.

One must wonder how can fire,

At the same time build yet burn.

But my dear, I must say,

This is mother nature’s way.

Poojal Singhai, Class IX C

Fire, the most feared element of life.

Don’t kill the good old man’s wife!

She is trapped in her ignited house,

And the thing which is on fire,

Is the good old man’s spouse.

She runs without thinking,

Her eyes are not even blinking.

Now her life is at stake,

Only because of a careless mistake.

My School Promise

Parina Jain, Class VIII A

Each day I’ll do my best,

I won’t do any less.

I will get good marks in my test,

And won’t do any mess.

My writing will be neat,

And my work will always be complete.

My school promise I’ll never forget, I bet.

School

Parina Jain, Class VIII A

School is a place where we learn

So that in future we can earn

Many friends have you to make

And then invite them on the day you cut your cake.

Sometimes you get scolded by the teachers

It sometimes makes you feel bad

But it is to give you a lesson or make you realize your mistake

And not to make you sad.

Exams seem like horrors!

It’s like the question paper is your enemy,

And you are the warriors.

Anyway, learning in school makes you wise,

School days are so much fun and so nice.

And Then We Talk About Equality

Kashika Jain, Class XI

Is it sensible to segregate people on the basis of their looks – I mean, ‘ugly’ looking people from the mainstream? I believe we can’t justify calling ourselves civilized while we gradually ignore, insult, hurt, punish and seclude people from the mainstream. It pains me to see how people humiliate those who are fat, short, suffering from leukoderma or even those with acne.

Recently, in the bus, I came across an incident where a girl, who was very fat, sat alone on her seat, crying. Apparently, the other girls and boys in the bus had ridiculed her behind her back and were laughing at her. She grabbed her bag tightly upon her lap and tried to ignore while looking out of the window.

It’s not just that her eyes dropped tears, but somewhere inside her, her heart had bled. For it was stabbed for no reason. For it was trampled upon for no cause. She felt as if she was all alone. Her heart had suffered an injury, a damage without repair. She was lost somewhere, or probably we had lost her forever.

Have you ever thought what we do to their self-esteem when we laugh at them? They start questioning themselves, their own abilities. They start feeling that it is their mistake that they have leukoderma or an acne problem or are short. But do you know what, it is not their mistake. It is natural or genetic. But people do not sit with them, talk to them or work with them.

Don’t cut them off or set them apart. Try to connect with them, see their qualities and their beauty. I assure you that even once if you talk to these people, you will start developing a kinship and will soon realize that they are no different from you.

Month: July 2018

Her Promise

Khushi Shah, Class XII B

Nature

Parina Jain, Class VIII A

Traveller

Lakshya Somani, Class X A

A Good Friend

Parina Jain, Class VIII A

Cycles

The Lost Child

Realising the Ridiculing Reality

Adi Dantre, Class XI C

Fire

Mahika Khandelwal, Class IX C

Poojal Singhai, Class IX C

My School Promise

And Then We Talk About Equality

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