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The Story of Life

Vedika Chawla, Class IX E

When people always criticize you,
For everything you do;
When people prove you wrong,
When you try something new.
When all around you,
Is going haywire;
When everyone says that you,
Are a big, big liar.
When nothing seems to be right,
And when no one comes along;
To support you on the path,
Of protest against the wrong.
When everyone neglects you,
And treats you like junk;
When people make you feel,
Like you’re trapped in a trunk.
When you are totally convinced,
That you have failed in life;
When everyone you trusted,
Stabs you with a knife.
That is the time when you,
Have to understand;
That you must let their comments,
Pass as easily as sand.
People will always pull you down,
To make you feel bad;
And they’ll take advantage,
Of the fact that you are sad.
But you are the one,
Who must keep their head up high;
Never show a sign of agony,
Not even let out a sigh!
Once you are the master,
Of your own mind;
True happiness, for yourself,
Only then will you find.
So remember, in your life,
You must always be yourself;
Never be discouraged,

Never believe that you’re just on the shelf!

A Meadow

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

In a green and lush meadow,
None’s soul shall be pleased but thine.
In the midst of a flowery bed,
A flower with a lesson is fed.
The meadow contains happy and sad flowers
Sharing their secrets in the bower.
The happy ones are graceful and good.
Always smiling as hard as they could.
The sad ones are dull and lone,
They frown and sing in a sad tone.
So are humans happy and sad,
Good, cheerful, dull or bad.
But in life all are essential so,
Why don’t you change to be the happy one?
Your life will become colourful and fair,
There will be surely no need to despair.

(Lizzie)

What to write?

Sanskriti Khare, Class X A
What to write?
A tremendous fight
In my mind.

An article on science,
Or a story of marines,
Something emotional,
Or should it be devotional?
And what about a puzzle,
Or the political tussle?
Oh God, what a scuffle!

A report on corruption,
Or volcanic eruption?
About Indian cultures,
What say, about vultures?

Oh I wonder,
I should surrender,
But have I composed,
A poem without a title embossed?

The Untold Story

Iti Kathed, Class XI B

As children we have grown up listening to so many stories – some with happy endings , some with sad, some from the story books and some which have been passed on from history, some magical and some illogical. There are some stories which inculcate good qualities in us and some which are so relatable.
Every element of life, teaches you something from their story of existence but ironically, we people are so inspired by these stories, so lost and so occupied with them that we forget that there’s one story which is still left untold. The one which has not been made by any person yet. The story is the story of your own life.

We limit our creativity and openness of our mind when it comes to us and that too because we are scared that our story, our lesson wouldn’t be something people would accept. To move on a path which is already trodden is easy but what makes a difference is the road less traveled by. No new innovations in the story of the rabbit and the tortoise is going to inspire and enlighten people in comparison to your perspective of life. For what attracts any person is perspective, a new perspective because it gives the world new dimension to think in but unfortunately copying and the fear of not being ‘liked’, fear of being criticized leaves the most important story of the writer untold.

I Shall See The Sunlight

Mansi Choudhary, Class X A

When everything seemed dark,
Felicity had no mark,
As if a hurricane,
Had made me insane.
But I was reminded,
That a day is always preceded by night,
And I shall see the sunlight.
I was left with no optimism,
I was all in trepidation
Even in a room brightened with lights,
I felt, I was blind.
Impossible it was to dislodge experiences,
I had sight, but I couldn’t see anything.
I was then reminded
If there is black and grey, there has to be white.
If there is dark, there has to be light.
Time is infinite, but situations aren’t
All blisters can be healed
And I was reminded
That a day is always preceded by night
And I shall one day see the sunlight.

The Meadow’s Crown

Adviteeya Khujneri, Class IX C

A day, a new start,
In the meadow’s crown,
A lass there lived,
In shatters and frowns.
All about a family it was
To flee and live
The world without, for
All day she spent dreaming
Of thrones, and princes
And palaces,
To have it all alone.
Her papa and mama
As long as they could
Made their girl a queen
In the meadow’s crown
As young she was
Amongst the lilacs of grief
And brushing and dancing
Making dolls for her team.
So happy in grief.
As morning went by
Did she realize
No prince, no palace,
No thrones were they
But all just a game
Of wood and clay.
All just a game

Of wood and clay.

Reflections on The English Literary Fest

Mrs. Latika Pandey, Educator

The air throbbed with creative energy and excitement as the literary geniuses  from across the world came to life. Collages materialised out of the surfeit of information and learning found a pattern when the students of Class XI of the school decided to hold a three-day-long literary fest to showcase their researches on authors and poets from around the world. The fest housed the soul of literature in five Kiosks and showcased the life and works of very many literary geniuses across the world.
Translations were skimmed, interviews were browsed, the books were read to discover the joy of reading and to formulate learning experience into meaningful research.
The fest resurrected the artistic calibre and joy of indulgence in books and there was a lot to look forward to. Visitors did not expect what they got to watch.
An Ayn Randish objectivism lay admiring The Brother Karamzov. The Room on the Roof echoed with A Geography Lesson. The American Brat nestled close to Harry Potter and As you Like It. Primo Levi, Umberto Eco, Italo Calvino made quite a spectacle in the reading corner neighbouring Pearl S. Buck, Harper Lee, John Grisham. Water, Earth dissolved boundaries in Delhi is Not Far and The Namesake.
What really piqued interest was the number of authors and poets brought under umbrella in holidaying genre of life with folk music and reading stoppages and wisdom tree with books scattered under it.

Whether it was a deep reflection of divinely reclusive artistic sensibility of poetry and imagination triggering fiction or politicking humour or tongue in cheek satire/comedy, children from Classes VI to XII stood for long to take a good read in all.