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The Triangle Strikes Again

Vidhi Dev, Class X A

It was an amazing day, full of fun and frolic. We all stood aghast to see a strange flying object over our heads. We started guessing what it was. Of course, everyone’s first guess was that it was a UFO. But the object didn’t really look like what we had imagined UFO’s to be. It looked more like an airplane but it was covered with rust and seaweed. We were all curious to know what it was.
Suddenly, the object started plummeting and landed somewhere nearby. We went around looking for it and found it parked in a vacant plot. We got a better look at it and became certain that it was an aircraft. We glanced at each other, confused about how it had ended up here. We started discussing theories when all of a sudden, Samir cried out, ‘Look! Someone’s coming out of the plane!” We turned our attention to the aircraft and saw two figures emerging from it.
We let out a collective gasp when we saw who it was. The woman had fair skin and short brown hair and we immediately recognized her as Amelia Earhart, whom we had studied about in school. We were all dumbfounded. No one had found Ms. Earhart’s airplane! Besides, the journey was decades ago, she ought to be dead by now. We started asking Ms. Earhart and her co-pilot questions and they seemed as confused as we were.
Once Ms. Earhart realized where she was, she told us her story, “I remember waking up in the middle of the ocean inside my plane. But the surprising thing was that the plane was floating! We recognized our location as near the coast of Florida or near the Bermuda Triangle. So we tried to fly to the States but we came here instead. I have no explanation for that!”
All of us were awe-struck. We had heard about the mysterious happenings near the Bermuda Triangle but this time, we were able to see it for ourselves! An expedition that had been lost decades ago had come back in the twenty-first century. What a miracle!

Ghosts are Fun

Soumya Tiwari, Class X B

I was awakened in the middle of the night by a storm brewing outside. Suddenly, the lights went out and I realized, to my horror, that I was all alone at home that night. My parents were out of station.
I quickly searched for my phone and turned on the flashlight. I was terrified and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I got an idea. I took my phone and went to the living room. There, I could see the box. I carried it back to my room. On the way, I shut all doors and windows. Once inside my room, I closed the door and opened the box.
It was my collection of candles. I placed them around and lit them one by one. My room looked beautiful. ‘They’re so pretty!’ said a voice behind me. I was horrified! I turned around and saw a little girl sitting on my bed. I screamed as I froze in fear.

The girl spoke to me consolingly and assured me that she wouldn’t harm me. I was way too scared to speak. Then she asked me to sit down and told me that she was very lonely. Eventually, I began to calm down and got comfortable with her presence. As we talked, we soon became friends. We had a pillow fight, played tic-tac-toe and even had a candle light party in my room. I must say, all ghosts aren’t bad. Some are fun too!

A Slight Misunderstanding

Ayush Baweja, Class X G

The moment Johnson stepped down from the train, he was greeted at the platform by the people of his small town. They had gathered there with garlands and a band’s loud music added to the cacophony.
Johnson stood dazed. He was sure he got off at the right stop; he even recognized some of his neighbours. In the small town of Panjam, everyone seemed to know everyone else. So he couldn’t have been mistaken for someone else.
After his vacation to Goa had flopped, he was uninterested in any more commotion. He called for the band to silence and went over to Mr. Jai Jain, the Mayor. He asked him what all the celebration was about.
For a second, the Mayor seemed astonished and then understood. He replied, ‘Don’t be so modest. We all saw you on TV yesterday. You’ve really put the town of Panjam on the map!’
All of a sudden, it clicked to Johnson what was going on. They must’ve seen Johnson on some regional news channel after the incident in Goa but didn’t understand what the news was really about. Johnson flushed red and then pale. How could he tell these people that he was wanted?
In Goa, he was mistaken for a notorious thief. Ever since, wherever he would go, the police would chase him and he would narrowly escape only after proving his identity. He had even seen a picture of himself in a Goan daily. How could he break it to these innocent people that the ‘Hero of Panjam’ was just a thief’s look-alike?

 

Power of Parody

Ronit Banerjee, Class X B

The moment Johnson stepped down from the train, he was greeted at the platform by the people of his small town. They had gathered there with garlands and a band to celebrate a victory.
Was it the victory of the town, or of Johnson? Nobody knows. As the people only thought of the memories which had brought them there to witness this.
Six months ago, Johnson had arrived in Lindenburgh with his unusual sky-blue hat and a briefcase filled with humble beginnings. With that hat, he looked like an aristocrat, difference being just one – he mimicked one. You see, Lindenburgh was facing atrocities of aristocrats with contacts in the House of the Lords in London.
Johnson took up the initiative to satire and parody the aristocrats for the poor people there to give them the confidence, to not be idle to injustice even if it comes from people with hats!
‘Who knew humour could do so well!’ that’s what people asked, standing at the station, holding the newspaper with the headline ‘Lindenburgh Unites, the Aristocratic Fright!’
As Johnson stepped down, the band saluted. His parodies had splashed cold water over stereotypes and ignited logic. As he saw a heavy-set man in burgundy attire enter the train, he asked, ‘Where are you going?’ ‘Away. It’s not safe here.’ replied the aristocrat.

The Letter

Gauransh Sharma, Class X G
I, mother sorrow,
Allow life to borrow,
My son Ali’s soul,
And his grief for his lovely doll.
My heart cannot bear the love
Of Ali towards his dove.
He let the wind wipe off his tears,
Only in his hope to hear from his daughter.
The long wait ends in Ali’s death
But he thinks of her despite his last breath.
And his soul returns
To take possession of the letter!

What do you mean?

Sameehan Trivedi, Class VII B

What do you mean?
About the open skies and green meadows
Living in a world of metal trees and stone paths
What do you mean?
Of the freedom from the old…
When the whole globe lives on a rock
What do you mean?
When you say that the map is a speck
While the individual’s ego eyes the universe
What do you mean?
Saying humans are connected
When neighbours and brothers have ravaging conflicts
What do you mean?
With the cleanest city award
When the minds of the dwellers are still dirty and corrupt
The meaning of life
Is just the same
The good and the bad….are in the same lane

Insecurities

Naisha Kumar, Class X G

Hurting me were my insecurities infinite,
Making my calm mind a dark place
Like the dead silence of a moonless night,
Empty, yet devoid of solace.
I’d feel paranoid, as though being watched.
I’d feel the wretched shadows lurking behind me.
How the ghosts of my past, onto me latched,
Making me vulnerable, but not worth security.
Then one midnight, as I was lying on my bed,
Ready to give up, scared by my inefficacy,
I realised all the vampires I’m scared of, fed
On my fear. All my problems were made of me.
The flaws I refused to accept, were all a part of my identity.
The shadows were the flipside of my own personality.
The snoopy ghosts of my past were what made me.
And now I’m the one who writes my destiny.
I’m aware and proud and at peace with my faults.
My insecurities have become my winning daggers.
The vampires are dead, no longer my halts.
I am who I am, that’s all that matters.

Wabbit

Ekansh Garg, Class IX F
A little creature
Told you, by your teacher
Wearing white furry clothes
You will not scare it, take an oath.
It has an ability to hop
Its cuteness is at the top
Guess what it is!
It feends on carrots
But is not a parrot
It has big ears
There’s no need to fear
Guess who it is!
Whenever it gets hurt
Or away from its herd
It feels sorrow
And hops to its burrow
To love him, make a habit
Yes, it is a white rabbit – Wabbit!