Shishukunj

Success

Nandini Jain, Class VIII G

Only the one who tries can succeed

One, who after being unsuccessful, does not give up hope

One, who may not achieve what he expected

But always says today I gave my best and

Says will give his best tomorrow also

Only such a one succeeds in life.

My Bestie

Khushi Khanna, VIII B

The sky is grey and the sun shines,

You are a friend who will always be mine

You are the answer to my question,

And the commander to this suggestion.

You are the sunshine to this morning,

And the dawn to my eye

You are my best friend, my secret diary and my other half,

You mean the world to me, you always make me laugh

I hope we are friends until we die

And then I want us to be ghost friends

And walk through the sky

You love me when I forget to love myself,

You are my only spell

You are my good morning and good night,

In every success or failure, you are my backlight

You are the heartbeat to this human,

And the one with whom I always have fun

My best chum!

Stranded Stranger

Sameehan Trivedi, IX F

A stranger in a strange land,

How much was left unknown?

From a place where darkness lies in sand,

Where was the seed of love sown?

Hiding himself from bareness.

Trapped avoiding awareness.

Appetite for attitude left unmeant,

Goodness is served, never lent.

Interaction leads to understanding,

Speaks a little voice inside him.

The place remains no longer strange,

Maybe just a new one…

You Are One Of A Kind

Saksham Jain, Class VI C

‘Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and thought has found words.’

These golden lines of the American poet Robert Frost, truly describe poetry in all ways.

I have written this poem to convey that we should be proud of who we are; we should not try to change ourselves in order to pleaes someone. So, here is an emotional take that I hope will leave you spellbound in many ways.

You are you, fly high and be free,

But all I could see

Is who the world wanted you to be.

If you are Ronaldo, there is no need to be Picasso.

You have to keep this in your mind,

You can’t be both Michael Jordan and Albert Einstein.

You might not be the most beautiful,

But you have beauty in full.

It’s okay, if they call you silly,

Don’t feel hopeless,

Don’t be heartbroken.

You are intelligent, you are smart,

Be in Dhyanchand, Kurien, Narayanmurthy or Kalam,

As a winner you will never lose your charm.

Keep your head high,

You’ve got to reach up to the sky.

It’s okay if you fail in a task,

Work hard, give your best,

Have determination and zest,

God will see the rest.

Be proud of yourself, you are unique,

If you want to be some one,

You know exactly who to be.

Tell the world you are not

What they all say.

You’ve got your own special way.

Your potential is all you need to find.

You are who you are,

Unique, different, unlike.

You are one of a kind.

Finally Over

Sanjana Goyal, Class X C

He was near the sea now, flying straight over it, facing straight out over the ocean. He saw his parents at a distance.

Startled, Cody asked, “Why are they here?”

“We had to tell your parents. This turned out to be much longer than was intended. Too many mind wipes could have destroyed their brain cells or they could have forgotten you completely,” said the aviator.

“Oh well. I wouldn’t want that, John,” Cody sighed.

John landed the aircraft, which somehow resembled Quinjet. As soon as Cody got off, he flew it away, in the direction from which they had come.

His mother came rushing towards him as he dropped his bag and gave him a bear hug. His father was next in line to do so.

“Why didn’t you tell us earlier? We were worried sick. And there were these tsunamis which could have destroyed our house and – .”

“I’m fine, mom. Look at me. I am alive.”

“Well, that’s what matters. I am proud of you, son,” his father said, smiling.

“Seriously, Harry?” his mother asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Uh, I mean, you should have told us. Your mother was worried and all that,” Harry added quickly.

“Dad, it was kind of top secret.”

“I understand. Now let’s drive home and you tell us about your whole trip on the way.”

They got into the red SUV and drove off. Cody told them about his mission in which he had gone to save the President’s son from getting kidnapped by a gang of criminals.

After he finished his story, his mother cleared her throat and asked, “You are my fourteen year old Cody Johnson, right?”

All of them laughed and Cody felt good to be at home. It was finally over.

Science Without Borders Challenge

Shishyans participated in the International Science Without Borders Challenge and submitted their artwork on the topic ‘Connected Ocean: No Barrier, No Boundaries, No Borders’.

Ojasvi Sethia, Class VII C and Vihaan Parakh, Class IX C were among the top 30 contenders chosen from over 350 entrants.

Vihaan Parakh, Class IX C

Ojasvi Sethia, Class VII C

In Germany

Maria Malik, Class XI

Maria Malik was selected by AFS for a Short-Term Reciprocal Programme to Germany. She was hosted by a German family and also attended school there. She shares her experience below:

The AFS reciprocal program was by far my best ex perience. It was beyond anything I had expected it to be. I have not only learn’t how to be independent but also how to interact with new people and establish a bond that would be lifelong.

The host family was truly amazing – so loving, caring and so much fun! On my part all I had to do was engage in the conversations and spend time with the family members. This was an easy step that brought us closer each day. I just had to push away all the shyness I had in me and breathe in the new space I was in.

We were in Austria for hiking thrice in two months and it was a stupefying experience. We went for biking, celebrations, dinners, carnivals … the list is endless.

Everyday was a new experience wherein I learnt something worth recalling time and again. I have built a strong connection with the city and the house I lived in, but what’s even stronger is the association with my host family, my friends and the wonderful memories that I will cherish all my life. And not to forget the dearest dog, Aika!

These six weeks have truly been the most amazing weeks of my life and I will cherish this experience forever.

Alacrity

Mrs. Mallika Chatterjee, Educator

“The capacity to learn is a gift; the ability to learn is a skill; the willingness to learn is a choice.”

Under normal conditions, we prefer to follow a hassle-free path denuded of any alternative and reserve a cosy corner in the comfort zone with minimal diffidence. But Life is not like that. Various ups and downs in one span of life gravitate to supplement our perception with interminable erudite experiences. Life is an educator who edifies us to counter the unpropitious situations.

Not everyone is skilled with a spontaneous aptitude to learn more. Nor has God permeated virtuosity in every living being to learn. But every individual is blessed with an ardent predilection or inclination to learn. Now, the ball is in our court as to how and when we discern that heavenly euphoria and take a stepping stone through an apt alternative in our life (discounting anxiety, inhibition and ambiguity) to cuddle transmutation without equivocation.

This reformation is plausible only when we develop self-trust and quest to proliferate at our own momentum as every success story is a tale of constant adaption, rectification and change.

The Choice of Sight

Anwesha Ghosh, Class IX B

This thing we call heart,

This thing we call mind,

This thing we call God,

This thing we call love,

This thing we call soul,

This thing we call life,

What are they really?

Is it the same thing we call heart,

That allows us to survive,

And yet,

Is the weakest of all when heartbroken?

Is it the same thing we call mind,

That guides our conscience to do right,

And yet,

Convinces us to do wrong just the same?

Is it the same thing we call God,

Who created all things humane,

And yet,

Gave life to the evil forces which drive His own creation to destruction?

Is it the same thing we call love,

That teaches us to care and preserve,

And yet,

Allows us to kill and plunge to our own deaths?

Is it the same thing we call soul,

That holds on to our will to live,

And yet,

The same soul that lets go of it?

Is it the same thing we call life,

That we call a blessing,

The one we all get,

And yet,

Makes us endure curses in every possible way?

These things we call them,

What are they really?

To one it is easy to let go,

To another just as hard.

It is the choice we make

To see this world,

As we see it.

For every eye sees it,

In its own way.

Just as a smile seen the other way

Shows a frown.

Author: shish_admin

Success

Nandini Jain, Class VIII G

The Buddha

My Bestie

Khushi Khanna, VIII B

Stranded Stranger

Sameehan Trivedi, IX F

You Are One Of A Kind

Saksham Jain, Class VI C

Finally Over

Sanjana Goyal, Class X C

Science Without Borders Challenge

In Germany

Alacrity

Mrs. Mallika Chatterjee, Educator

The Choice of Sight

Anwesha Ghosh, Class IX B

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