Shishukunj

Summer Holidays

Vasudha Gupta, Class X D

With a cartload of work for each day,

A ton of assignments,

We bid goodbye for the holiday,

Saying, ‘Have your enjoyment.’

Do you really think we’ll savour this time,

When, for fun, we’re barely left any time?

If we have to work harder, how’s this a break?

These projects after all aren’t a piece of cake!

We get worksheets even on the last day,

‘It’s just one sheet’, they say.

But it’s one for each subject, plus assignments.

At least spare our holidays from this torment!

Dear teachers and parents who worry about our life’s goal,

Remember, all work and no play is not good for the soul.

Please let us, for a while, our childhood savour,

After all, we learn a lot, even from leisure.

Beauty

Kratika Bulani, Class VIII A

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

Is beautiful Lara,

Or is it Indira?

Is beautiful Mother Teresa,

Or is it Lisa?

Is beautiful Kiran Bedi,

Or Monica Bedi?

Beauty lies in deed,

Which appears in each woman

In the times of need.

Let Me Sprinkle Love

Rishita Neema, Class VIII A

Let me sprinkle love,

On the fierce lands of hate,

Let me bring good luck,

In the dry moments of fate.

Let me nurture those,

Who have a hopeless, gloomy heart,

Let me bring them close,

The ones who have gone far apart.

Let me sow the seeds of diligence,

On the barren, unploughed land,

Let me become the mascot of peace,

Of the war-raging sand.

Let me become happiness,

The smile of every face,

Let me become the unspoken joy of laughter,

That reflects inner beauty and grace.

Ever thought that the route you take today to your tuition could be the last route you would take in your life? Or, driving to your dance class could cost you an arm or a leg? This isn’t just an imagination but a warning, to all young readers.

The frequency of road accidents has been on a steady rise. And many of these accidents involve students, like you and me. I’ve seen many youngsters showing off stunts on their bikes, on busy roads. safety measures have to be taken. It is time we start abiding by the traffic rules.

In case you have to drive a two-wheeler, be extremely cautious. The next time you start your Scooty with earplugs on, remember this article. Then you’ll choose the route that won’t be your last one!

I Am…

Hiya Aidasani, Class IX A

My father is a yellow man,

With the lightest touch fly, he can.

My mother is a steady one,

With habits which are like none.

I grow on a green cottage,

I don’t have a lot of baggage,

I am covered with a green coat, when I am small,

This disappears when I grow tall.

I love the spring season,

No matter what might be the reason.

I appeared on earth a million years ago,

Many companies have me as their logo.

I am used as a decorative item,

You can pin me on your hair and tighten.

I am a symbol of love and pride,

Bees and butterflies take my ride.

I am attractive and beautiful,

You can pluck me a pocketful.

You must have guessed who I am,

I am a flower, right ma’am?

Increased Price, Decreased Life

Dhruv Rajoria, Class X D

In today’s world, the only difference between life and death has become affordability of health care services. With the recent regulation of the price of stents, prices of healthcare services has again come to light and has become a heated topic for debate.

Not only stents but from medicines to pathological tests to a normal operation, every healthcare service is out of the reach of even a middle class family. Doctors also usually prescribe medicines which are expensive even if medicines of the same composition are available at cheaper rates in the market. Often companies pay the doctors to prescribe their brand of medicines. The final result is a helpless patient and well off doctors and pharma companies.

Our system and civic authorities need to keep a constant check on this. Chemists can inform citizens about the cheaper variants of the same medicine. Setting up a committee of experienced doctors along with high officials for regulation of price of medicines will also help. Finally, it is the people who must become aware and raise their voice against highly priced medicines.

The Two Gentlemen

Poem – Riddhi Singhania, Class X DArt – Vasudha Gupta, Class X D

(Inspired by A J Cronin’s Two Gentlemen of Verona)

The war had come

And left them all alone

But they didn’t find a cause

That could make them moan.

They kept their spirits high

Worked hard to reach the sky.

They sold fruits, hawked papers,

Gave tours, shined shoes.

They had no time to lose.

They had their sister

Suffering from disease.

Every week these two

Had to pay the lease.

We saw them day and night

Determination all ablaze

Which left us all amazed!

The Dream Comes True

Prarabdh Shivhare, Class IX C

The boy was brought to my clinic in an unconscious state. Surprisingly, he was brought to my clinic on a horse. He was bleeding profusely. After initial checkup, I got to know that supply of blood to his brain had reduced which caused the boy to be unconscious.

I located the boys’ parents with the help of the police and the horse. I was waiting for his parents to arrive at my clinic when I heard loud knocking…. It was my mother knocking at the door of my room. It was all a dream and I soon forgot all about it.

Later, I went to our farmhouse to meet Daisy, my favourite horse. As I passed the stable, I saw a horse that seemed very familiar but I couldn’t tell how. I decided to ride that horse. As I was riding, it dawned on me that this was the same horse that I had seen in my dream. This realization gave me such a shock that I fell off the horse. The last thing I remember is falling on sharp rocks.

I had to struggle to open my eyes. As my eyes adjusted to the surroundings, I could tell that I was lying on a bed inside a clinic which looked very familiar…

A Childhood Mischief

Anirudh Malpani, Class X A

I was just six years old when I got my stomach washed! The summer had arrived and so my cousin sister was at my place for her vacations.

One day, when all the elders were busy, my sister and I went into the store room. First we had some biscuits and wafers and then I saw a yellow box kept out of reach. Piling up some boxes that we found in the store, I climbed up high enough to reach that yellow box. It was cockroach poison!

As far as I was concerned, it was just like a piece of chalk and I ate some of it. I don’t know how my grandmother got to know that we were in the store. First we were scolded. Then, when she got to know that I had eaten that thing, without wasting any time, she rushed me to a hospital.

How no one was able to hold me down at the hospital while a nurse tried to inject some medicine into me and I kicked her is another story altogether.

Finally, it was all over and we were back home. Now everyone wanted to know what had exactly happened. As we retold the events of the day, the grown ups realized that my sister had also eaten some of that chalk! Now it was her turn to be taken to the hospital!

Many people came to see how I had accomplished that feat. I used to take them to the store room and tell them how I had made this difficult task a piece of cake.

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Art by Akansha Naneria, X D