Shishukunj

Secret

Riddhi Singhania, Class XI D

Hush, shh..don’t….

Don’t let the cat

out of the box.

Keep it from all

Like a cunning fox.

Just talk

In a whisper

No one should know

Our secret is nothing

That you must show.

Signs and whispers

Are all you can use.

But remember, no matter what

Daddy must not know

I put water in his shoes!

Dance

Soumya Tiwari, Class X B

Dance to express

Not to impress.

When we dance, our feelings flow,

Through our body they beautifully show.

People can step into our shoes

To look at what our eye views.

We dance when we are sad,

Also when we are glad.

Dance is what feelings look like,

We dance to forget worries and feel bright.

He and She

Lakshya Somani, Class X A

“He”

He’s living his life with its ups and downs,

his face full of smiles, sometimes of frowns.

No different is he than others around,

just a young poet, seeking the crown.

He makes his mistakes, he tries to learn,

repeats those mistakes, it’s a never ending run.

He has his talents, he has his weakness,

neither of which he is afraid to speak of.

He knows he will fall, but he knows he won’t stop,

he’ll wear the crown and reach the top.

For some he’s a monster, for some he’s a saint,

walking a road between sane and insane.

He has failed before, he knows he might again,

but from all troubles, he will defend

himself and his family, that’s all that matters.

He stays alone and avoids the chatter.

He is no philanthropist, he just wants to be rich,

but in reality, isn’t that what everyone thinks?

He’s not the best, he’s not the worst,

somewhere in the middle, he’s making life work.

“She”

She’s walking the street, it’s late and it’s dark,

her head held up high, of fear, there is no mark.

She knows the savage behaviour of men,

but bravely, the rules of society, she bends.

She doesn’t hold back, she doesn’t pretend,

for her life, on no one, does she depend.

They call her a traitor to the nature of women,

they take her to be inferior to men.

Her vision is clear, to the end she will steer,

a stickler for courage, at the top you can see her.

Unstoppable, invincible, her faith is clear,

she’ll write her own destiny, till the end is near.

John rushed into the room screaming, “I’m going to Mars!” His mom, who was calculating the monthly expenditure, did not pay much attention to his words. John had always had an overactive imagination. She replied distractedly, “That’s great honey!” John squealed with excitement, “So, will you send me to the NASA place?” His mom looked at him at last, “What? John, you’re only six years old. You cannot go to NASA.” John was devastated. He asked his mother how he would go to Mars then. She told him to come up with some other way to reach his goal.

John took her advice. He decided to put Plan A into action immediately. A really simple plan. He would get his dad to drive him to Mars in his car. He approached his dad while he was eating breakfast and said, “Dad, let’s go. We have a long trip ahead.” His dad looked confused, “What long trip?” he asked. “You’re driving me to Mars,” John said innocently. His father laughed, “John, space is not a place you can reach by car. People go to space in rockets and shuttles. Come on, now off you go. You’ll miss the school bus.”

All day long John didn’t feel like doing anything. He didn’t play with the other kids, he couldn’t concentrate on his studies. But there was not time to be sad. The next day, John moved on to Plan B. He spent the day building the biggest catapult he could. Unfortunately for him, it was only about the size of a chair. He wasn’t aware that his plan would never work. He called his friend Jake and asked him to come over to help him. When Jake arrived, they both put the catapult out in the yard. John sat in the swing like part of the catapult and Jake pulled the rope and released it. Well, he didn’t get to space but badly sprained his ankle.

John went straight to his mother. He told her that his plans to go to Mars had failed and he was really upset. She comforted him, “Oh John, you’re only six years old. You can’t go to Mars just now. But don’t you give up. I believe in you. If anyone can go to Mars, it is you!” John smiled. So what if he had failed today? He wasn’t going to give up. He would keep trying till he reaches his goal.

How Indore turned out to be Cleanest City in India

By Siddhant Athawale, Class XI F

‘Ho Halla’ has now become the ‘Safai Anthem’ in Indore. You can’t miss hearing it when you visit the city. Sung by renowned Bollywood singer Shaan, the song has created enough euphoria for Indoreans, and it’s almost their new identity now. The increased level of awareness has brought a major turnaround. But how did it all happen?

Garbage is collected from every nook and corner of the city to make it look neat and clean. Every garbage collection vehicle is GPS enabled and every employee has to mark his/her attendance through bio-metric scanning resulting in maximum efficiency of manpower. Indore is now obsessed about cleaning itself. The bulk of cleaning in this city of thirty-five lakh people happens using a dozen jumbo cleaning machines late at night, when the city is in the lap of sleep.

Staying clean can be and should be a big political agenda for any government. Something that would have made even the Mahatma really proud of his country.

Night

Naqiya Barnagarwala, Class VIII B

The sun was out of sight

The stars sparkled high

And the moon shone bright

It was indeed a wonderful night.

I went out to admire the night

And don’t know the reason why

However hard I try

The stars shine at such a height.

And soon

I saw the beautiful moon

And decided to watch it till monsoon.

The sky was dark

With only some spark of the Moon

Which came with its amazing glow

I sat down and applauded the show.

Let’s Call For A Change

Parth Goyal, Class VIII B

What is friendship? Is it just making friends or being with them till they are there in touch with us? I feel that is not friendship. Friendship is a bond that never breaks.

One thing I don’t understand is – What is the difference between a ‘best friend’ and a friend? Are ‘friends’ in any way less than best friends? We all have been together in all situations and found the solution as a team. I am a person who has experienced both, the time when I had no friends and the time when everyone in my class is my friend. Why such discrimination then?

One day, I questioned some of my friends about their idea of friendship. Some of them said, friends are the ones with whom they play, some of them said, friends are the ones they can talk to and have fun but none of them said that friends are the ones with whom they can share their deepest feelings!

I have another concern, are we living in a world where a person can be friendly only to a person of his/her gender because I’ve seen people behaving in an unfriendly manner when it comes to the opposite gender.

This happens even with me at times. I feel that we can be friends with both boys and girls. Friendship knows no bounds, and it doesn’t depend on gender, caste, creed or religion. Friendship is not about being partners in crime, it is more about learning and growing together.

So, let’s call for a change and take the decision that our friendship wouldn’t depend on gender, caste, creed or religion; that we will learn and grow together; that we will do something better. There are things beyond mischief, a world of knowledge, love and trust. Let’s not discriminate. The definition of a friend on Google is absolutely correct, that is – a person with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. Let’s be friends!