Shishukunj

I Am…

Hiya Aidasani, Class IX A

My father is a yellow man,

With the lightest touch fly, he can.

My mother is a steady one,

With habits which are like none.

I grow on a green cottage,

I don’t have a lot of baggage,

I am covered with a green coat, when I am small,

This disappears when I grow tall.

I love the spring season,

No matter what might be the reason.

I appeared on earth a million years ago,

Many companies have me as their logo.

I am used as a decorative item,

You can pin me on your hair and tighten.

I am a symbol of love and pride,

Bees and butterflies take my ride.

I am attractive and beautiful,

You can pluck me a pocketful.

You must have guessed who I am,

I am a flower, right ma’am?

Increased Price, Decreased Life

Dhruv Rajoria, Class X D

In today’s world, the only difference between life and death has become affordability of health care services. With the recent regulation of the price of stents, prices of healthcare services has again come to light and has become a heated topic for debate.

Not only stents but from medicines to pathological tests to a normal operation, every healthcare service is out of the reach of even a middle class family. Doctors also usually prescribe medicines which are expensive even if medicines of the same composition are available at cheaper rates in the market. Often companies pay the doctors to prescribe their brand of medicines. The final result is a helpless patient and well off doctors and pharma companies.

Our system and civic authorities need to keep a constant check on this. Chemists can inform citizens about the cheaper variants of the same medicine. Setting up a committee of experienced doctors along with high officials for regulation of price of medicines will also help. Finally, it is the people who must become aware and raise their voice against highly priced medicines.

The Two Gentlemen

Poem – Riddhi Singhania, Class X DArt – Vasudha Gupta, Class X D

(Inspired by A J Cronin’s Two Gentlemen of Verona)

The war had come

And left them all alone

But they didn’t find a cause

That could make them moan.

They kept their spirits high

Worked hard to reach the sky.

They sold fruits, hawked papers,

Gave tours, shined shoes.

They had no time to lose.

They had their sister

Suffering from disease.

Every week these two

Had to pay the lease.

We saw them day and night

Determination all ablaze

Which left us all amazed!

The Dream Comes True

Prarabdh Shivhare, Class IX C

The boy was brought to my clinic in an unconscious state. Surprisingly, he was brought to my clinic on a horse. He was bleeding profusely. After initial checkup, I got to know that supply of blood to his brain had reduced which caused the boy to be unconscious.

I located the boys’ parents with the help of the police and the horse. I was waiting for his parents to arrive at my clinic when I heard loud knocking…. It was my mother knocking at the door of my room. It was all a dream and I soon forgot all about it.

Later, I went to our farmhouse to meet Daisy, my favourite horse. As I passed the stable, I saw a horse that seemed very familiar but I couldn’t tell how. I decided to ride that horse. As I was riding, it dawned on me that this was the same horse that I had seen in my dream. This realization gave me such a shock that I fell off the horse. The last thing I remember is falling on sharp rocks.

I had to struggle to open my eyes. As my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, I could tell that I was lying on a bed inside a clinic which looked very familiar…

A Childhood Mischief

Anirudh Malpani, Class X A

I was just six years old when I got my stomach washed! The summer had arrived and so my cousin sister was at my place for her vacations.

One day, when all the elders were busy, my sister and I went into the store room. First we had some biscuits and wafers and then I saw a yellow box kept out of reach. Piling up some boxes that we found in the store, I climbed up high enough to reach that yellow box. It was cockroach poison!

As far as I was concerned, it was just like a piece of chalk and I ate some of it. I don’t know how my grandmother got to know that we were in the store. First we were scolded. Then, when she got to know that I had eaten that thing, without wasting any time, she rushed me to a hospital.

How no one was able to hold me down at the hospital while a nurse tried to inject some medicine into me and I kicked her is another story altogether.

Finally, it was all over and we were back home. Now everyone wanted to know what had exactly happened. As we retold the events of the day, the grown ups realized that my sister had also eaten some of that chalk! Now it was her turn to be taken to the hospital!

Many people came to see how I had accomplished that feat. I used to take them to the store room and tell them how I had made this difficult task a piece of cake.

Don’t Give Up

Amaysikirti Khurasia, Class IX F

From a father to his son:

Don’t give up ‘coz you are the one,

You will shine bright as the sun.

Keep on trying till the work is done,

Don’t give up ‘coz you are the one.

Your bruises will remind you of your falls,

You’ll keep on working ‘coz you’re not a doll.

I know you’ll achieve big things, your dreams aren’t small,

One day you’ll reach the top and read this poem for all.

Make winning your passion, not a trade,

‘coz my child, I know you won’t give up,

You are the one, bright as the sun.

Then Whose Fault Was It?

Adviteeya Khujneri, Class IX C

“Oh! How dare you push me into the lake! I am all wet now”, said Josh.

“It’s not my fault”, Jack replied.

Jack and Josh were arguing about whose fault it was when Jack pushed Josh into the lake.

One fine morning, these two friends planned to go fishing in the lake. This is how it all started. They rented a small boat and sailed to the middle of the lake. The weather was pleasant and all the fishes were enjoying a nice swim in the water.

Jack and Josh had a jar full of earthworms, some sandwiches and fruits in a basket. Both sat with their backs against each other. They took out their fishing rods and kept an empty bucket between them.

When they cast their fishing rods, their hooks got stuck. Both thought they had caught something.

“Hey, I’ve got something”, Josh said.

“Me too! Me too!” exclaimed Jack, “And it’s really big.”

“Cannot be bigger than mine,” said Josh.

Oblivious to what was happening under the boat, they both foolishly kept pulling each other via their hooks.

“Oh my god! I bet it’ll feed me for a whole week! Mom’s going to be so proud of me,” said Jack.

Josh interrupted, “Ha! Ha! Bet a sandwich, mine’s bigger!”

And so they both argued about their catch. Jack tugged his rod pulling Josh into the water. Jack laughed heartily as Josh splashed about in the water. But since their hooks were entangled, even Jack got pulled into the water and their boat turned turtle.

Both swam ashore and as soon as they had caught their breath, they started fighting again. Now, all their sandwiches were in the lake and the fishes enjoyed a feast of free earthworms.

The Day I Broke Up With My Friend

Prarabdh Shivhare, Class IX C

‘It’s not my fault’, he shouted in front of everyone when my son Jason had a fight with his best friend James. Someone had dropped glue on their assignment for which they had worked hard for almost a month. I got a sense of déjà vu when I heard ‘It’s not my fault’.

I remembered the incident at the Lakeside Camp long time ago. My best friend Ross and I were asked to light a fire while the others went to collect firewood. We had a lighter and we started arguing about who would get to use it. In the scuffle, the lighter bounced off my hand and fell into the lake. When we were asked about it, Ross shouted aloud, ‘It’s not my fault’ and put the entire blame on me. I hated Ross for that we never talked again. I lost a precious friend.

I feared that Jason would also lose a friend and so, for the sake of their friendship, I said that I had spilled the glue by mistake. Both James and my son hated me for a while but everything was fine after two-three days. I had saved their friendship and that was what I felt happy about.

The Most Dreadful Day

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

One day, I woke up late,

As I had forgotten, it was a test date.

I stepped on my dog’s tail,

He barked hard because that was my fate.

I ran to my bus stop like a marathon race,

But I missed the bus due to my slow pace.

I was crying and my mother was sad,

Then she scolded me as the day was bad.

I do not simply know what will happen next,

This day has left me totally perplexed.

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Swasti Solanki, Class X D

This is a story of how we grew up,

Not in a city, but in a forest dump.

Years ago, when we were blooming buds,

All we used to do, was to play in mud.

No school, no rules, no phones, no screens,

Just living in our own wildest dreams.

All play – no work was our gang’s theme,

Follow the monkeys on the trees of neem.

Swimming together in dirty ponds,

Further strengthened our friendship bonds.

Life without glamour and show,

No creed, no greed, not a single foe.

“I wish, I wish with all my heart,

To fly with dragons in a land apart.”

Hand in hand, wandering around,

Looking for a world beyond.

Oh those beautiful years of life,

Vanished in no time.

No slums, no huts, no ponds, no trees,

Now all I have is their memories.

How I wish I had a wand,

To turn concrete back to where I was born.

Author: shish_admin

I Am…

Hiya Aidasani, Class IX A

Increased Price, Decreased Life

Dhruv Rajoria, Class X D

The Two Gentlemen

Poem – Riddhi Singhania, Class X DArt – Vasudha Gupta, Class X D

The Dream Comes True

Prarabdh Shivhare, Class IX C

A Childhood Mischief

Anirudh Malpani, Class X A

Don’t Give Up

Amaysikirti Khurasia, Class IX F

Then Whose Fault Was It?

Adviteeya Khujneri, Class IX C

The Day I Broke Up With My Friend

Prarabdh Shivhare, Class IX C

The Most Dreadful Day

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Swasti Solanki, Class X D

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