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Theme: बदलती दुनिया
बदलती दुनिया
Author: shish_admin
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!
Buddha Enlightening the World
Art by Mallesh Kamdar, Class X D
Drops of Rain
Krutika Bhojwani, Class IX E
These drops of rain,
Falling on the terrain,
Touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They comfort me,
And make me smile,
They look at me,
And show me their style.
They take my troubles,
And give me their joyous bubbles,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They fall on me,
Like the pearls in the sea,
They stay on me,
As they wish to be.
They stop my cry,
And lift my spirits to the sky,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They drip and drop,
And they trip on the top,
They wish to create,
A new frog’s walk.
They slip on the boat,
And they splash on the road,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
They don’t speak or eat,
Or smell or breathe,
But still so sweet,
They give me the peace I need.
They touch me feet,
As if ice-cream touching my teeth,
They touch my heart,
As if they are my part.
I love as they come,
And I wish they could stay,
Their presence matters much
And their absence has a lot to say.
Revenge
Anushka Mimani, Class XI G
A thousand dead, crowd, a dark brooding land,
Whispers choking, him, in the middle, head bent.
Shamed by many he was, but ashamed?
Not in the slightest, for he was a patriot, a hero.
But just like fate, opinions differed, the shadowless,
Awaiting impatiently, for the sun was finally on their side!
The voice boomed, “Guilty as charged.”
And the war drums began.
