Shishukunj

The Lizard and the Bird

Shruti Laddha, Class VI D

Once upon a time, there lived a charming king named Alex and his beautiful queen, Anna. One day, they were in the palace garden enjoying the sight of the lovely flowers when suddenly, a big black cloud appeared in the sky.

It was the wicked witch on her flying broom! Last year the witch had tried to kill Queen Anna but the king had bravely fought her and broken her wand. The witch spoke to the couple in a thundering voice, “Anna, last time you were saved, but this time, I will have my revenge on both of you.” She chanted some magic spell and turned Alex into a lizard and Anna into a bird. The witch then entered the palace with a wicked laugh and ordered the soldiers to hunt the lizard and the bird.

King Alex and Queen Anna sneaked into the palace and went to their magic room. They were very sad. After all, who’d want to be a lizard or a bird? Suddenly, a voice came from the mirror, “Go to the dark caves and pick the sword inside. It will remove the witch’s spell and then you can kill her with it. But do it before midnight or else, everything will be lost!”

King Alex sat on Queen Anna’s back and she flew them to the dark caves. They found the sword. As soon as they touched it, they returned to their original forms. They were happy.

King Alex picked the sword and ran towards their kingdom. He bravely entered the palace and challenged the witch. The witch was scared, she tried to escape but Queen Anna had locked all the doors.

King Alex fought the witch and slayed her with his sword and the whole kingdom was happy again. The flowers were blooming, the birds were chirping and the people rejoicing. They all lived happily ever after.

Black and White

Anushka Mimani, Class X B

Look around, take a look around our world,

They say it is filled with colour, everywhere,

Happiness, laughter… life is perfect.

But you don’t see

Dishonesty, suffering, the fake smiles they wear.

Now look again, but this time with an X-ray beam for an eye,

A black and white picture will be seen.

No deception, only reality, rid of illusion, rid of lies.

This is the way the world has always been.

Corrupted with human follies and sins,

Gradually moving away from the ‘ideal’ place,

In the near future, the world will drown,

It will perish, leaving no trace.

Of the cruel human, with unfaithful traits,

And a new world will be born, one with actual colour

With its inhabitants having a heart, alive, not sitting idle,

It will be forever bright, not becoming any duller.

Class VIII B

Tanisha Shah, Class VIII B

Mrs. Sinha is our mother teacher,

And each student of our class is a unique creature.

Hridhima, Ujjwal, Bhavit, are the pearls of our class

Accompanying Vasudha and Pranshu, they are the top brass.

Mansi and Amaysi are wonderful singers,

With Hussain, Ishaan, Sahil you can’t count fun on your fingers.

Aaditya and Ishwar are always playing the drums,

Ishita, Jahanvi and Chhavi are my good chums.

Mahi and Kunjal are always seen together,

Atharv and Ananya being new were strangers.

Akshay, Aoj, Reshanya and Aaditya T, have a lot of fun,

Tanisha J and Swasti are like a class with their own sun.

With Sanya Jaiwani and Sanya Bhatia a lot of fun I had

To have friends like Kashish and Anushka, I am so glad.

Prakrati, Pranisha, Parin, Laavisha, are in their joys captive

Pranav, Devansh and Rohan are active, while I Tanisha S, am interactive

Number of students is 37 in section B of class 8

Bringing us together is the responsibility of fate.

Being the seniors for the junior batch,

Teachers expect us a few manners to catch.

स्वतंत्रता

सम्यक श्रीमाल, आदित्य तिवारी, देबांशी बंसल, अस्मि चेलावत, कक्षा ८वीँ A

काँच के एक बड़े से घड़े में

इठलाती-बलखाती ये मछलियाँ

अपने अलग रंग-ढंग से

घर की शोभा बढ़ाती ये मछलियाँ

समुद्र छोड़कर हमारे घर में

हमारा मन बहलाती मछलियाँ

अपनी स्वतंत्रता त्याग कर

सागर की गहराई नापकर

अपने दुःख-दर्द को पल-पल

आँखों से दर्शाती मछलियाँ

अपने विविध रंगों में लिपटी

सुन्दर दिखती ये मछलियाँ

अपने मन की व्यथा को

कैसे सबको समझाए मछलियाँ

नदियो के मीठे पानी का

स्वाद भूलती हैं ये मछलियाँ

असीम समुद्र में भ्रमण करने का

मज़ा भूलती ये मछलियाँ

जीवन का हर रस भुलाकर

छटपटा कर मर जाती ये मछलियाँ

मनुष्य ने अब हद कर दी

क्यों इनकी ज़िन्दगी बदतर कर दी

अपने मन में निराशा लेकर

दुनिया से आज़ाद हो जाती ये मछलियाँ

ज़रूर एक दिन ऐसा आएगा

जब मनुष्य इसकी सज़ा पाएगा

मेरा विद्यालय

शुभ हरकावत, साहेब छाबरा, श्रेयांश पाठक, रिची गुप्ता, शैलजा अरोरा, रिया खेमका, कक्षा ८वीँ D

शिशुकुंज है हमारा विद्यालय

नियमों का है यह आलय |

विद्यालय है हमारा दूसरा घर,

हम शिक्षकों का करते हैं सदा आदर |

हम बच्चों ने ली सफलता की उड़ान,

इसी से बढ़ता शिशुकुंज का मान |

सदा जीवन, उच्च विचार,

इस विद्यालय के सपने हम करें साकार |

हम रखते हैं स्वच्छ वातावरण,

छूते हैं हम शिक्षकों के चरण |

पढ़-लिखकर हम अच्छे-अच्छे काम करेंगे,

पूरे विश्व में शिशुकुंज का रान रोशन करेंगे |

विद्या का भण्डार है जो सारा,

मुझे लगता है अपना विद्यालय प्यारा |

हर्ष, उल्लास के साथ हम मनाते हैं पर्व,

हमें है अपने विद्यालय पर गर्व |

-X-X-X-

विद्यालय है वह जगह जहाँ पर सीखा हमने ज्ञान-विज्ञान,

और साथ ही पाया हमने अपने लिए सम्मान |

पहचान हुई हमें अपनी, पाकर विद्या की रौशनी,

एक तरफ पाई नयी उन्मुक्तता,

साथ ही सीखा अनुशासन की महत्ता |

विद्यालय में गुरु का महत्त्व कभी होगा न कम,

भले कर लें कितनी भी उन्नति हम |

पुस्तकों और मित्रों से जीवन का अध्याय सीखा,

और खेल ही खेल में जीवन का कौशल दिखा |

विद्या का भण्डार भरा है जिसमे सारा,

मुझको अपना विद्यालय लगता है प्यारा |

Thank You Dear Teachers

Anjali Jhawar- Class XII A

NAMASTEEEE MA’AM….

Isn’t this the way all of you are greeted every single day no matter which class you enter?!

I am sure…

Well, TEACHER. A word of simply 7 letters but with a meaning so profound that it took us almost 14 years to understand its true meaning. For most of us, our first memories of our encounter with a place called a ‘school’, would have involved crying, throwing tantrums and convincing our moms never to send us to that place again!

But how did that place suddenly turn out to be our second home?

Well definitely, without any trace of doubt, it was the warmth and the friendly environment that all the teachers provided which made us forget the anxiety of parting with our parents for the first time.

Elementary school was fun but then we stepped into …MIDDLE SCHOOL!

As middle schoolers, our newfound title as teenagers was something we didn’t fully understand, but believe me, we didn’t really have to worry because we had our teachers to keep us on track. Be it tracking our way through the jungle where the best claim themselves to be the king or tackling peer pressure, our teachers were always by our side. We pestered them with our demands for free periods, pleaded to take us to the field and followed them like a lamb for even a 0.5 mark increase, but never did we see our teachers lose that wide smile on their faces.

As years passed by, it was finally time for the big transition. HIGH SCHOOL!

Now that was a change which threw our confidence to rock bottom. Each word being taught seemed unfamiliar and every subject had an unknown depth of its own. But here again we had our teachers by our side to guide, motivate and influence us.

We always hear our teachers say “Your smile is our reward” which tells us how much we mean to them and how much they love us.

Thank you dear Teachers, we will never be able to express the immense love we have for you in our hearts.

मेरा शहर

१. पूर्वी सिंघल, प्रखर खंडेलवाल, रजत अजमेरा, रिया बेताला, ऋषभ कटारिया, ऋषिता कांकरिया, कक्षा ८वीं A

मेरा प्यारा इंदौर शहर,

सबसे सुन्दर स्वच्छ शहर ||

मुझ को इस पर नाज़ है,

‘मालवा’ का यह सरताज़ है ||

‘मिनी बाम्बे’ कहलाता है,

जो आता यहाँ, यहीं बस जाता है ||

ग़रीब हो या हो धनवान,

सभी पाते हैं यहाँ सम्मान ||

मिलकर त्योहार मनाते हैं,

जाति, धर्मों को भुलाते हैं ||

सब शहरों से न्यारा है,

मेरा शहर ये प्यारा है ||

२. रैना सिंघी, परागी अग्रवाल, पार्थ सेठी, पार्थ वोहरा, प्रणव मांडलिक, प्रियांशु लुनिया, कक्षा ८वीं A

मेरा शहर इन्दोर है बड़ा महान,

भिन्न-प्रकार के लोग रहते यहाँ,

प्रेम, मिठास और भाईचारा हैं इसकी शान |

बड़ी साड़ी विशेषताएं है मेरे शहर की,

पोहा, जलेबी और कचोरी है यहाँ के विशेष खान-पान,

जो बढ़ाते सराफ़ा और छप्पन जैसी दुकानों का मान |

गोमटगिरि, हिंकारगिरि हैं यहाँ के पवित्र स्थान,

जो एकत्रित करें हज़ारों पर्यटकों का ध्यान |

भिन्न-भिन्न प्रकार की बोली बोलते भिन्न-भिन्न प्रकार के लोग,

निमाड़ी, मारवाड़ी और मालवी जैसी बोलियाँ बढ़ाती हमारे शहर की शान |

राजवाड़ा और खजराना जैसे स्थान देते हमारे शहर को एक अलग पहचान,

और बढाते हमारे शहर की आन-बान और शान |

बारिश में हरा-भरा होता है मेरा स्थान

जिसको देखने आते हैं हजारों लोग – हिन्दू या मुसलमान |

“सबसे प्यारा शहर हमारा, यह अभिमान हमारा है,

स्वच्छ रहे यह इंदौर हमारा, यही हमारा नारा है |”

जाने अपनी खूबियाँ

श्रीमती अल्का जैन, Educator

एक दिन तन्हा बैठे हुए कुछ विचारमग्न थी

की नज़र पड़ी मेरी

बग़ीचे के रंग-बिरंगे पौधों पर, वृक्षों पर

फूलों पर, फलों पर

मैंने देखा की सबके सब दुखी

मुरझाए हुए, उदास

किसी आस में की

अचानक हुआ प्रकाश

जागी चेतना

और उनके दर्द को जानना चाहा

पुछा ‘ओक’ वृक्ष से

क्या है तुम्हारे दुःख का कारण

बोला

दुखी हूँ ‘देवदार’ से

क्यों नहीं बनाया उतना लम्बा मुझे

किन्तु आश्चर्य !

जब मै मिली देवदार से

वो भी मुरझाया हुआ

कंधे झुके हुए, कुछ थका हुआ …

उसके दुःख का कारण था

की मै नहीं दे पाता फल

अंगूर की बेलों के तरह

विश्वास था की अंगूर की बेल

तो होगी खुश

गई उसके पास

पाया वो भी उदास

पुछा कारण –

बोली –

इश्वर ने नहीं दिया गुलाब की तरह खिलने का गुण

अब बारी थी ‘गुलाब’ की

आश्वस्त हुई मै

पहुंची गुलाब के पास

बोला –

मै दुखी हूँ इश्वर के इस अन्याय से

की उसने

खुशबू दी, रंग दिए, पर साथ में दे दिए

काँटों रुपी अवगुण

अचानक मेरी नज़र पड़ी

एक वृक्ष पर

सब तरह से खुश, प्रसन्नताजगी से भरा हुआ

जानना चाहा उसकी ख़ुशी का कारण

बोला –

बात ये है

की कुञ्ज के सभी पौधे, पुष्प, वृक्ष

नहीं जानते अपनी खूबियाँ

देखते हैं दूसरों के गुण

दूर नहीं करते अपने अवगुण

वे नहीं जानते इस ‘सत्य’ को

की

इश्वर का रोपा हुआ हर ‘पौधा’ है

अपने आप में विशिष्ट

सबका अपना निजी सौंदर्य ही

बनाता है कुञ्ज को सुन्दर

सुगन्धित और खुशबूदार ||

He For She

Anushka Mimani, Class X B

People say it’s a dark, dark world,

People say, don’t leave the girl,

Alone at night.

But boys… they’re alright.

People say, “Girls, it’s not safe.”

“Get home before it’s too late.”

“But boys, you’re okay,

You can stay up late today.”

But why can’t a girl stay out to party?

Why can’t she walk alone in an alley?

Why’s this place not safe for girls anymore?

Why is there so much discrimination?

Why for a girl no job no education?

Is this your definition,

Of a girl in a democratic nation?

This problem won’t just fly away,

It’s imperative to find a way,

We’ll have to do so much more,

To wipe this evil from its core.

A girl is also a human being,

So stop just sitting and seeing.

Teach the man not to neglect a girl.

Give her love, give her respect,

Let her be heard.

One Day

Twisha Patel, Class IX F

Neither father, nor mother was there to console us. I was worried and a number of thoughts and questions were piling up into a huge heap in my mind. The past was like a scorching beam searing me.

I remember the date well. It was March 29, 2012. It was late in the evening. I had called my friend Eureka several times on her phone to wish her on her birthday. When I failed to get any response from her, I sent her a text message hoping she’d reply. But she didn’t. I went to sleep thinking that she might be with her family members.

A nagging thought didn’t let me sleep. Eureka never acted like this. She should have seen my message by now. She could at least have sent a reply to me. I finally decided to go to her apartment. When I reached there, I went upstairs and rang the bell.

When even after a while there was no response, I concluded that she wasn’t at home. I left feeling dejected.

As I was walking back home, I saw Eureka outside a hospital. I rushed to her. When she saw me, she burst into tears. I consoled her and asked her what she was doing at the hospital. She spoke with difficulty. I stood there transfixed as if the world around me had come crashing down.

Our brothers had been on their way to plan a small get-together for Eureka and they had met with an accident. Our parents were in the ICU. We, being too young, were not allowed inside. I prayed to god that may all this be just a dream and that I may wake up to realize that none of this had actually happened.

Well, that’s exactly what happened. My phone buzzed and I woke up with a start. I was dreaming! It was Eureka’s call.

Author: shish_admin

The Lizard and the Bird

Shruti Laddha, Class VI D

Black and White

Anushka Mimani, Class X B

Class VIII B

Tanisha Shah, Class VIII B

स्वतंत्रता

सम्यक श्रीमाल, आदित्य तिवारी, देबांशी बंसल, अस्मि चेलावत, कक्षा ८वीँ A

मेरा विद्यालय

शुभ हरकावत, साहेब छाबरा, श्रेयांश पाठक, रिची गुप्ता, शैलजा अरोरा, रिया खेमका, कक्षा ८वीँ D

Thank You Dear Teachers

Anjali Jhawar- Class XII A

मेरा शहर

१. पूर्वी सिंघल, प्रखर खंडेलवाल, रजत अजमेरा, रिया बेताला, ऋषभ कटारिया, ऋषिता कांकरिया, कक्षा ८वीं A

२. रैना सिंघी, परागी अग्रवाल, पार्थ सेठी, पार्थ वोहरा, प्रणव मांडलिक, प्रियांशु लुनिया, कक्षा ८वीं A

जाने अपनी खूबियाँ

श्रीमती अल्का जैन, Educator

He For She

Anushka Mimani, Class X B

One Day

Twisha Patel, Class IX F

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