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What Would I Not Do To Be With Her

A story from Nitya Vyas, Class IX B

Michelle was my best friend since the age of five. I shared everything with her. Now, I’m fourteen and I live in a little town, Nantucket. And she lives in a beautiful city….one of the most popular cities in the USA – New York! 
Till the time we were ten, she lived with me, just next to my house. Then she had to shift. Her father’s business demanded that. But, undeterred by the distance, we would never forget to call each other.

I learnt to fly a kite with her, for the first time, at a kite festival in Goa, India. That was our first foreign trip together. We were both seven. 

Before that, our fun was confined to the backyard of our houses, where usually, a pretence wedding of the Barbies would happen or a tea party with all sorts of stuffed animals would take place. Soon, we started enjoying other things, like pillow fights, which seemed more a tomboyish affair for us girls.

At the age of eight our attention was caught by ballet. Our moms had taken us to watch Swan Lake, where we were mesmerised by the grace and poise of the dancers. Shortly afterwards we joined ballet classes, we were keen learners and were soon teaching the new entrants to the class. 

But when we were nine, we left the ballet class, after having learnt only the basics!

At the age of ten, our attention was diverted to designer clothes, nail paint, footwear, accessories and hairstyles. We even learned to play the piano together. 

Then came the horrible news; Michelle had to shift, to a faraway city. We promised to keep in touch and never lose track of each other. Every vacation, either she would visit me, or I would visit her. We camped together, shared each and every secret, laughed at every joke. 
At twelve, we wrecked her brother’s bike. And at thirteen, my dad’s car! I learnt to drive with her, and though we got caught, it was fun because she was with me. The happy and fun time however, was over. When we parted, I kissed her cheek and she kissed mine. We said goodbye and the tears followed like always. We promised to write to each other regularly.

It was 6 March, 2014. I received a call from a New York City city hospital. Michelle along with her family members had met with a car accident. None survived. I alone knew what it was….. it was such a tragic end to the happy times…..

What would I not do to be with her once again.

When my friends remarked how sad it was and how much it must be hurting, I had trouble hiding my smile….after all, Michelle was such a beautiful fragment of my imagination!

My Mother

A poem from Anjali Dhakad, Class V A, Ananya Saggi, Class V G, Sparsh Kasliwal and Urvashi Dighe, Class V E

My mother is the kindest person I have ever seen,

But till her heart I have never been.

Oh my mother you are so helpful and kind,

And because of you I have a genius mind.

Mother you are so beautiful and nice,

And you are also loving and wise.

Promise me that we’ll always be together,

Then we’ll not care about any other.

Mother you are always there with me for whatever I do,

Oh mother I love you.

Oh! What would I do without you?

A poem by Vagmi Shah, Class IX B



Oh! What would I do without you?
Be lost in the deep oceans blue.
But then you`ll come up with a clue,
Till all my dreams come true.
Oh! What would I do without you?
Be lost in the dark forests green.
But then you`ll come, wearing the crown of the queen,
Making me see the brighter scene.
Oh! What would I do without you?
Be lost on the little island alone.
But then you`ll come smiling, never looking forlorn,
Till the sun shone.
Oh! What would I do without you?
Be lost on the empty street deserted.
But then you`ll come, holding flowers scented,
Till I had the moon rented.
Oh! What would I do without you?
Be lost in the high skies up.
But then you`ll come when its sunup,
And by then I would have learnt, how to make coffee in a cup.
Oh! What would I do without you?
Be lost in my own self.
But then you`ll come as organised as a bookshelf,
Helping me be as perfect as yourself.

The Mystery of the Lost Dentures

A story by Malaika Mutha, Class VIII G

It was a pleasant Sunday morning until I heard my grandmom crying and shouting wildly. I went to her room and asked her what the problem was. She answered in a sad tone that she had lost her dentures.
Oh! I thought, now she would not let me do anything till her dentures were found. Even my plan to meet my friend was ruined. Everybody in the house had to look for it and if anyone tried to make an excuse sneak out, take rest or even gossip, she would start scolding them. 
Then an idea struck me. I told grandma that I would be Sherlock Holmes. She agreed.
I asked her, “When did you last use your dentures?”
“Yesterday, at the party”, she replied.
“Do you remember taking it off at night?”
“Yes, I remembere taking them off and putting them in the jar on the table at about 10’O clock.”
So, I thought that we should first investigate the room where the said item was seen last. I carried my magnifying glass with me. While looking around in the room, I was surprised to see a pair of dentures kept in the jar on the table. Could my grandmom have really missed seeing that? Did I really solve the mystery so soon?
I called everyone to come quickly to the scene and pointed out the dentures to them. 
“Oh they are not your grandmom’s. They are my dentures,” said grandpa with the half-eaten apple in his hand.
Oh. I was disappointed. Just when I thought that I could ask grandmom for a treat for locating her dentures, my hopes were shattered by grandpa. 
But hey, wait a minute!
I remembered something. 
I looked at grandpa. He was still eating that apple. How could he, if his dentures were still in the jar?
And that’s how the mystery of the lost dentures was solved. It was grandpa who, by mistake, had taken grandmom’s dentures instead of his own. 
I still got my treat! And grandpa had to promise to treat grandmom as a queen!

India 2020 by Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam

Book Reviewed by Garvit Zalani, Class VIII B

When one of the most respected personalities of India writes a book that deals with the problems faced by the industrial, health, finance and defence sectors of our country, it enlightens the people to light a spark to begin a revolution.
India 2020: A Vision for the New Millenium is the book that carries the hopes, dreams and aspirations of the esteemed personality, Dr. A P J Abdul Kalam. In this book, he talks about the core problems of our country. This books tells us the materials required to make India a developed country. It also tells the existing strength of our biological wealth and how to use it. It showcases our infrastructure and how to strengthen it. Moreover, it tells us the steps to realize the dream of India 2020. 
If you are interested in understanding its problems and in making India prosperous, India 2020 is the book for you.

यह शिक्षा प्रणाली


प्राची शर्मा, कक्षा १० वीं E, की यह कविता मुशी प्रेमचंद की प्रसिद्ध कहानी ‘बड़े भाई साहब’ से प्रेरित है|


आज की यह शिक्षा प्रणाली,

लगती है जैसे कोई बीमारी |

परीक्षा पास करने के लिए,

पुस्तकों के शब्द सबने पिए |

रटना पड़ता है यहाँ पर,

चाहे विद्यालय हो या घर |

बच्चों की हालत हो जाती है खराब,

पढ़कर समझे पाठ ‘बड़े भाई साहब’ |

गणित और ज्योमेट्री से अपेक्षा,

ऐसी करनी पड़ती है शिक्षा |

ज़माने भर का इतिहास,

हमें तो लगता है बकवास |

साहित्यिक विषयों में रूचि आती,

तो वह भी दुसरे विषयों को देखकर चली जाती |

विज्ञान से तो है भागने का मन,

पर क्या करें माता-पिता ने लगाया है धन |

अध्यापकों को तो है पढ़ाना,

अब किसे सुनाएँ अपना तराना |

भारत में फिर से आएगी हरियाली,

अगर सुधर जाए यह शिक्षा प्रणाली |

Class XI Udaipur and Mount Abu


A Learning Expedition (in more ways than one!)

Mrs. Latika Pandey, Educator
The energy that children are naturally enveloped in, is so infectious that it not only challenges one’s immunity to happiness but also stings one with hopelessly contagious bliss. Our trip to Udaipur began and basked in such pathogenic vigour.

Sunkissed sightseeing, refreshing evening walks, the funlocked DJ sessions, ambling about with friends and giggling and guffawing the academic stress out were some of the lethal symptoms that killed the distance between elders and children.

Sleepless nights and breathless days grew on us and everyday we would find ourselves done new, with fondness of experience with friends and gathering of the insight the place had to offer. We also rose and shone to every shopping occasion and in the name of shopping for souvenirs, we almost bought the whole place!

The four days of fervent excursion lightsped and very soon we found ourselves quarantined in the bus heading back to Indore.

And now the inevitable question:

At the end of the trip what did we learn?
Well! such trips are open ended learning sessions where each one extracts a different potion of the educational syllabus imparted.

As far as I am concerned, I admit to myself that a four day long trip can bring a substantial change to one’s perspective of life and perception about people for both (life and people) have an infinite scope to pleasantly surprise one.

The Festival of Lights

Two poems and two sketches on Diwali !

1. ‘The Festival of Lights’ by Zubin Turakhia, Class VI A

Finally it’s October end,
Sweets and gifts to everyone we send.
New clothes people wear, everybody everywhere,
Men, women and children, look debonair!

Do you know why it is celebrated?
Ram and Ayodhya, after long united.

Art by Zahabiya Ali, Class XI C

People with lamps made the city brightened,
With His return, the city’s prosperity heightened.

People visit friends and relatives,
And they come with no special objectives.
Peole spend money like water,
But spending it during these days, is considered better!

People worship Laxmi, the goddess,
And they think prosperity shan’t be at its modest.
Cleaning is a rule these days,
People do it in many ways.

People burst crackers in the night!
But tell me my friends, is it right?
I can tell you what I’ve known,
Because of this, pollution has grown!

2. ‘Diwali’ by Vidhi Dev, Class VI A

Fourteen years of exile had ended,
And Lord Rama was back in town.
A celebration was held and it was splendid,
Nobody had a reason to frown.
And to this day we celebrate Lord Rama’s return,
A day of tradition and nothing western.

Art by Avani Phatak, Class XI C

Yes, this is why Diwali is celebrated,
When people forget all their concern.
Women forget all their work and start to clean the house,
Driving away cockroaches and even a small mouse.

On Diwali, people wear new clothes,
No one is dressed in rags.
People go from house to house,
Giving sweets in bags.

The lights are blinding and the rangoli beautiful,
No one is sad and everyone is cheerful.
Children burst crackers everyday,
The parents may refuse, but they find a way.

But why do we have Chinese lights,
When we have beautiful earthen pots?
And why do we burn crackers,
When we know they are environment ‘nots’?

So, celebrate a happy Diwali,
And a real one this time,
Because step-by-step is how,
We’ll finally learn how to climb.

Diwali Gift

Darshan Kothari, Class IX A

This Diwali, I decided to give sweets, clothes and some low decible crackers to the poor. I went to an ashram with my parents to give away gifts. This gave me a sense of contentment as I could put a smile on those faces. I’ve taken a pledge to do this every year. This gives happiness to both the giver and the receiver.

Khyati Vyas, Class IX A

The energy and the warmth of joy that fill our heart on Diwali also signify the responsibility of spreading happiness. The all-absorbing and enriching festival shouldn’t blind us to the misery that clutches a large percentage of our country. If we extend our greetings and happiness to some unfortunate ones, perhaps their wide smiles will outshine millions of lamps. 

This year, I pledge not to seek enjoyment in bursting noisy crackers which just cause distress to babies, pets, the aged and the sick. Not to mention the black smoke, piles of burnt crackers, the soot that sicken Mother Earth. I don’t wish to pain her on this wonderful day.

I would rather try to make Diwali memorable for our pals in the orphanages and in old-age homes. This unique gift of love will surely enrich my life with everlasting warmth, a cherished memory that will be unforgettable!

Hurray! It’s Diwali!

Three poems on Diwali

1. Naisha Kumar, Class VI B

2. Shubhi Mittal, Class VI A

3. Amey Choudhary, Class VI A

Art by Disha Jain, Class XI E and Prachi Palod, Class XI C  

1. ‘Hurray! It’s Diwali!’ by Naisha Kumar, Class VI B

Hurray! It’s Diwali!
The festival of lights.
Diyas and rangolis,
Decorate our colourful nights
                 We worship goddess Laxmi,
Art by Disha Jain, Class XI E

                 To bless us with wealth,

                 No worries will come to us then,
                 Neither to our family, nor to our health.
We make rangolis and light diyas,
To decorate our houses.
We go shopping for hours,
To bring things of our choices.
                 We burn crackers,
                 But they cause pollution.
                 We’re creating a great disaster,
                 Because for it, there’s no solution.
So let’s take  a resolve,
To celebrate an eco-friendly Diwali this year.
Let’s burn no crackers
For there are more ways to make folks cheer!

 2. ‘Diwali’ by Shubhi Mittal, Class VI A

Diwali is popping, 
We all are shopping,
Cleaning the house,
Chasing the mouse.
Cleaning the rooms,
With new brooms.
Art by Prachi Palod, Class XI C

Rooms were painted red,

But we forgot the bed. 
All are in a good mood,
To eat delicious food.
Mom, let me press,
My new dress.
Up went the rocket,
and landed in a boy’s jacket,
He wept and wept,
Till he slept.
But soon he woke,
And started to joke.
We gave him a toy,
And again there was joy.
When he put a rocket on flame,
Back into the house it came.
He was the one who got all the blame,
He promised never again to do the same.
Because crackers are a waste
And we burn ourselves in haste!

3. ‘Diwali’ by Amey Choudhary, Class VI A

Art by Prachi Palod, Class XI C

There is happiness in the air,

People’s hearts skip a beat.
They are coming home early,
To go shopping which is fair,
And to make their houses neat.
People living left or right,
Will have their homes decorated with lights,
But is it really a must,
For us to buy firecrackers to burst?
We’ll all buy sweets,
And share it with people we meet,
We’ll donate blankets, clothes and food,
In order to change the poor people’s mood.


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