Shishukunj

Technology – Our Servant or our Executioner?

Juhee Goyal, Class XII E

Technology, in itself, is a summation of contrasts. It has the ability to control natural phenomenon to suit human needs and serve human purposes, as well as become the cause of natural disasters that take the lives of many; it has the ability to alleviate the pain of millions suffering from countless diseases, but can cause countless more; it has the ability to bring accessibility and convenience to many, while making the lives of others so complicated that they are unable to lead wholesome lives.

The impact of technology is too complex a topic to be stated as simply ‘good’ or ‘bad’. The line ‘If we continue to develop our technology without wisdom or prudence, our servant may prove to be our executioner’, as said by General Omar N Bradely, underscores the fact that whether or not technology is good for civilization, depends on how WE use it.

Technology does have the ability to create a sort of ‘heaven on earth’ through a higher standard of living, eradication of life threatening diseases, and much more. All of which aid in the creation of an environment that caters to every need and want of humans. Sadly, at the same time, the multiplication of, in particular, these wants leads to the undirected use of technology, which, as aptly said by Charles a Reich, has the potential to destroy everything in its path: the natural environment, history and tradition, amenities and civilities, privacy and spaciousness of life – in short, civilization as we know it. Doesn’t this seem rather the opposite of what humans had envisioned technology’s impact on civilization to be?

Technology has indeed taught us that nothing is impossible: not even the total destruction of civilization by the very thing that was supposed to propel it forward.

हमसे और काम न कराओ

Amaysikirti Khurasia, Class IX F

हमसे न कराओ काम अभी हम छोटे हैं,

तुम्हारे बच्चों की तरह नहीं हम मोटे हैं |

हमारी उम्र है पढने की और लिखने की,

मगर रोज़ रचते हैं दीवारें तुम्हारे घर की |

नहीं मांग सकते कुछ भी हम मुक्त मन से,

रोज़ करते हैं काम पत्थरों के बीच भारी मन से |

नए कपडे, खट्टी मीठी गोली कहाँ नसीब में,

न ही हम बैठ के घूम सकते लम्बी गाडी में |

हम तुम्हारे बच्चों की तरह रोज़ आलस नहीं करते,

मगर इतना काम कर, हैं रोज़ अन्दर ही अन्दर मरते |

अब नहीं देख सकते छिले हाथों का खून,

मगर पैसे कैसे कमाएंगे सोच मन हो जाता है सून |

नहीं है मेरा अधिकार कि इस उम्र में मैं मजदूरी करने जाऊं,

सोच चुकी हूँ ये सच अब मैं सबके सामने लाऊं |

A Spinechiller

Selvi Katari, Class X A

“People often say, ‘There’s no such thing as ghosts. Well, earlier I was also one among them. Until one day, when it happened. I knew I would never sleep peacefully after that. The noises, those horrid sounds, the nightmarish night would keep me awake. I wished it to be a dream, for I desperately wanted the night to end and for me to wake up the next morning like nothing ever happened. Unfortunately, I knew this wasn’t my imagination.

Seventeen days had passed, but my mind replayed the twenty seconds of September all over again, for what seemed like the millionth time. it isn’t that I am a coward but I still cannot stop shivering.

The horrid ghoulish face of the ghost flashed in front of my eyes again. Seventeen days ago, I had gone to visit my mother’s grave for it was her tenth death anniversary. As I sat there in despair, I felt something moving behind me. As I turned, a soul from a grave behind had risen and was hovering over me. I can never forget the silver blood stained, transparent face, those red headlight-like eyes staring straight into mine or those long creepy pointed nails scratching my hands. I ran for dear life. It followed me throughout till I came out of the graveyard.

It’s been seventeen days, but the scars on my hands haven’t healed, neither are they any better. They surely are marks to further deepen my memories and they would never allow me to forget the incident.’ I concluded.

“Wow! That’s excellent! This will surely find a place in next week’s edition”, said the publisher.

Ostriches Can Fly

Anirudh Malpani, Class X A

As the light touched her limbs, she began to fly. She entered into a realm where she felt life was more about knowing, exploring and living than just sitting with the fear of height and the fear to fly.

Most of us have studied in our lower classes about birds and their different types. We know that ostriches cannot fly. But that day, I saw a flying ostrich! I was shocked. It seemed that the bird’s dream had come true. I was staring at her like a fool. She saw me and soon landed in front of me.

I got scared and took some steps back. She walked closer and I took some more steps backwards. But she kept coming nearer. Finally, she screamed, “Stop!”

I was shocked once again. It was not just a flying ostrich. It could even speak! She started speaking once again. “Why can’t we ostriches explore the world? We are also equal to you humans. We also want to fly, explore, know different things and be equal to the other birds that fly.”

I said, “Yes. What you say is all right and you can do all that but how are you able to fly! Ostriches don’t fly.”

The bird replied, “It is not true. We can fly but we don’t just because of a myth. Thousands of years ago one of our ancestor ostriches was flying very peacefully. But while she was flying, she laid eggs in the air and they fell on the ground and shattered. The same happened again with another careless ostrich and so from that time a belief was spread that if we fly, our eggs will crash and shatter.”

“That is great!” I said. “So from now you can do whatever you wish to. Now, I can understand that you can fly, but how are you able to speak?” I asked.

The ostrich replied in a menacing voice, “That’s a secret and let’s keep it that way.” She started laughing a wicked laugh and I ran away!

A Shady Plot

Travel brochures from Class X D

Mallesh Kamdar, Sargam Sundrani, Pankhuri Verma, Vartika Jain, Arnav Shrivastav

Life and School Days

Vasudha Gupta, Class IX D

Life

Life is a journey

We walk through it slowly

Skipping and tripping, falling and soaring

It’s always fun, even though it gets boring

Near ponds we lurk

In waves we surf

From rocks we fall

Yet keep our crawl

Sometimes it rains

And suns a pain

But we walk through

And that’s how we grow!

School Days

School days were the ones

Where our hearts had sung

We could be anyone

And laugh in the sun.

The Lost Values

Pearl Pahuja, Class VIII B

The changing life, arrival of new generation has changed and developed our society. New ideas, more convenience in every way is a better way of lifestyle than the old generation, but the youth is now lost in their own world of gadgets and other convenient modes. They are happy alone and want their own privacy. Interference of anyone in their lives is disliked by them. They have forgotten the moral values that should be followed to make one a compatible and complete personality. The youth is getting influenced from each other and are choosing the wrong path. They have no respect for their family. Where parents, with a lot of love and affection make four children capable of handling themselves, their four children are not able to handle their two old parents but consider them a step to convenience and nothing more than that. They don’t even respect their grandparents who need their help in old age. Our grandparents are like a tree that protects us from all the difficulties. They even show us the correct path to be followed. They are even more experienced than us and have the ability to judge the decisions. They never let us entangle in troubles which they have faced in their lives. Knowing all this the young generation does not respect them. In a family get together no one talks about education, inspiring topics rather point out faults in others. Many children, after getting money, property, jewellery and other valuables from their parents, leave them or throw them out of their house. And their parents, in such a condition, when they are so old have to manage themselves. The youth should understand the importance of elders, they are our guardians and our well wishers, who really care and wish well for us. Therefore, it is the duty of the new generation to keep their well wishers happy because there are more enemies and more people who dislike you and very few well wishers in this world. Last but not the least they should never forget, as you sow, so you reap.

In the Lap of Happiness

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

Cherished childhood passes,

In her loving lap.

Mind gets relaxed,

Because of her and I begin to clap.

When I was happy

You swayed me.

In the worst days,

You never betrayed me.

You are the spirit of heaven,

Every time I made a mistake, I was forgiven.

We’ll remain together all my life,

And share secrets worth their while.

Well she’s my mom,

God is the person whom she came from.

Her attitude is optimistic,

And her face is fair.

She always helps me,

Whenever unhappiness I bear.

My Name is Rain

Adi Dantre, Class IX A

I am like a bursting bucket of water,

I emerge from the cynical water of life and death,

Falling like tears and descending from the clouds,

To rejuvenate young minds.

I am like the tears of god,

Crying for the loathsome sins committed,

Tears which emerge from a cycle and end a cycle in a fearful way.

I am the third eye of Shiva,

Bleeding destruction if too much and the same if less,

I am like the spark for fire,

Light for dark,

Cure for diseases and food for hunger.

I am rain.

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