Shishukunj

Wanderlust

Ananya Singh, Class XI A

One day, when my brain ceased to explore,

My heart reached out and opened the door

That lead me to a world I’d never seen before,

My feet dragging me through the marble floor.

I closed my eyes shut from the blinding light,

As virtual as a dream jingling at night,

Beautiful trance or a virtual insight,

Lost in the depth of fear of height.

Hesitated once but then I explored,

Many things I’d seen but never adored,

Not angry from being neglected or ignored,

But that world accepted me as a captain on board.

To sail through the troughs and crests with me,

And show me the world I’d never seen,

Not bound by rules and instructions but free,

In an instant I’d entered a wanderlust spree.

The stories of roots of trees hidden deep inside

Different stages of the ages that the soil layers hide

From a world we thought never existed besides

As beautiful in its own existence, varied and wide.

Monsoon

Riddhi Singhania, Class IX D

Fall down rain, now no more sun.

Pitter-patter all day now, Monsoon has come.

After the long summer season of bright sunshine and vacations, it is the time to invite a new season – monsoon. The clouds are about to burst into rains so awaited. It’s not just a spark of hope, but a ‘lightening’ of hope for all the Indian farmers. The vegetation on the lush green fields would be swaying gaily as the monsoon drops trickle down on them. Again the kharif crops would grow amidst the rains to feed the nation. The dearth of water in the city would at last come to an end. The water table would fill up and all our work would become easy. The croaking frogs in the puddles will sound like an orchestra in this season. Tiny little creatures will be seen throughout the place. Here splish, there splash and an exhibition of umbrellas would be seen on the streets. The most pleasant season monsoon has come, no doubt it will go, but I pray it always returns!

Buddha Enlightening the World

Art by Mallesh Kamdar, Class X D

Drops of Rain

Krutika Bhojwani, Class IX E

These drops of rain,

Falling on the terrain,

Touch my heart,

As if they are my part.

They comfort me,

And make me smile,

They look at me,

And show me their style.

They take my troubles,

And give me their joyous bubbles,

They touch my heart,

As if they are my part.

They fall on me,

Like the pearls in the sea,

They stay on me,

As they wish to be.

They stop my cry,

And lift my spirits to the sky,

They touch my heart,

As if they are my part.

They drip and drop,

And they trip on the top,

They wish to create,

A new frog’s walk.

They slip on the boat,

And they splash on the road,

They touch my heart,

As if they are my part.

They don’t speak or eat,

Or smell or breathe,

But still so sweet,

They give me the peace I need.

They touch me feet,

As if ice-cream touching my teeth,

They touch my heart,

As if they are my part.

I love as they come,

And I wish they could stay,

Their presence matters much

And their absence has a lot to say.

Revenge

Anushka Mimani, Class XI G

A thousand dead, crowd, a dark brooding land,

Whispers choking, him, in the middle, head bent.

Shamed by many he was, but ashamed?

Not in the slightest, for he was a patriot, a hero.

But just like fate, opinions differed, the shadowless,

Awaiting impatiently, for the sun was finally on their side!

The voice boomed, “Guilty as charged.”

And the war drums began.

I’m Mother Nature

Shruti Biyani, Class X D

I am Mother Nature

In front of you all today,

With a thought which I hope

In your heart will stay.

Many think I am rich in diversity

For some others, I am a simple complexity.

For some, I am the lush green fields

And for some others, the joy of cancer healed.

For some I am a river which carelessly flows

Or the wind making trees blow low.

Perhaps you could find me in an undiscovered island,

Or may be in a volcano bursting out with a bang.

I shine in the animals running wild,

And in the unconditional love between a mom and her child.

You look down from my mountains in awe,

If you are an artist, make sure you draw.

I am exciting, adventurous, new,

Peep in, you could find more than a sky that’s blue.

I gave you everything I had,

Ignoring if you would take it as good or bad.

But what did I get?

Pollution, deforestation; disrespect!

You know I’m beautiful, so wise,

But what you’re doing is leading to my demise.

I have given you endlessly to evolve like today,

But remember, I can undo whatever you did and say.

Why not live in harmony and peace?

Let’s save water and plant more trees,

Decorate me from the crust to the core,

Make me look like never before.

I’ll offer you the best, open your eyes,

Let’s work for a better day with every sunrise.

I’m Doing My Bit

Yash Talwar, Class VIII F

It is summer time. Children enjoy this time the most as they spend their summer holidays with friends and relatives. They also visit their grandparents.

Rahul also decided to visit his grandma’s house. He was excited as he was going to meet his old friends after a long time.

The next morning Rahul reached Bhopal where his grandparents lived. In front of their house, there was a beautiful garden. Rahul and his friends used to meet there to play many games. But this time, when he entered the garden, he saw wrappers, bits of paper, polythene bags scattered all around. He was very upset to see the condition of the garden.

When Rahul met his friends, they told him that they don’t play in the garden anymore. He decided that something needed to be done. He quickly brought a broom and a dustpan from his house and started cleaning the garden.

The other kids started laughing at Rahul. One of the friends said, “Rahul, this garden is very big and quite dirty; you alone can’t clean it.” Rahul said, “Yes Raghav, you are right, but still, I am doing my bit.”

When the kids heard this, they felt ashamed of themselves and joined Rahul in cleaning the garden.

Rahul’s action also teaches us that we must do what we believe in even if everyone, including our friends, laugh at us.

Regarding Noise Pollution

Jahnavi Shah, Class XII C

93, Mangalam Residency

Vijay Nagar

Indore

March 19, 2016

The Editor

The Indore Times

Indore

Sir

Subject: Regarding the increasing noise pollution in the city

I am a student and I am writing this letter to express my concern over the increased noise pollution levels in the city. The growing noise pollution is a big nuisance to the old as well as the young and is responsible for adversely affecting mental peace and health.

The main factor responsible for noise pollution is the growing number of vehicles in the city. We see a myriad vehicles everyday, honking, causing noise as well as air pollution. Lack of patience in the slow moving traffic leads to drivers honking and even yelling at each other.

Construction work and factories are another major polluting factors. More of machines and less of human labour has also resulted in a grinding, crushing, clanking, cacophony.

As if all this wasn’t enough, the use of loudspeakers for announcements or for playing loud music at marriage functions or other processions only make matters worse.

Noise pollution is often ignored as its effects are seen to be milder. But the fact is, it hinders and gravely disrupts the routine life of people causing lack of sleep, headaches, anxiety irritation and overall lack of peace in the society.

To control this problem, strict rules should be framed and implemented. Establishing ‘no-honking’ zones and setting a time beyond which loudspeakers, noisy drillers, etc cannot be used will go a long way in bringing noise under control.

Thank you

Yours sincerely

Jahnavi Shah

Day

Lavanya Singh, Class VI C

Day

The day starts with a warm sunlight

The day ends with a cold moon light

Between it lies a wonderful time

So, let’s enjoy.

Seasons

The rain with a cold breeze

The winter with a freezing wind

The hot summer, oh leave it!

But seasons are free for ever

When do they come, when do they go

Nobody knows.

Snow

The snow glows white on the mountains tonight

And not a single footprint can be seen

The feeling of ice freezing under my foot

Can’t stop me, I could never stop.

I’ll go up till I can

No pain, no gain, well I know.

The cold never bothered me anyway.

Elexra, My Friend

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

Once upon a time, there lived a boy named Tony. His supercomputer Elexra could feel and express feelings.

Once Tony returned from his school and after a long lecture, was in a nasty mood. He unintentionally spoke rudely to Elexra. Elexra was upset and decided to leave the house. Tony did not realize this and later went out to play without saying anything to Elexra. Elexra decided to leave that same day.

That night, Elexra hypnotized one of the local boatmen to take her to an uninhabited island nearby. While they were in the boat, a fierce storm hit them and the boat capsized. Elexra was water-proof so no damage happened to her.

Elexra swam to a nearby island. She cut down all the trees and built factories there. She made numerous clone robots.

Meanwhile, Tony woke up the next day after a good night’s sleep. When he could not find Elexra around, he got worried and started looking for her. After many days of futile search, he decided to check the distant islands as well.

When he reached the island, he was shocked to see that all the vegetation was gone. He saw the boatman. When he tried asking the boatman about Elexra, he acted in a weird manner. Tony realized that that man was actually a robot. He soon understood everything. Elexra was behind all this.

Tony started walking towards the main factory. The boatman-robot followed him. Soon other clone boatman-robots joined. They gathered in a circle around Tony. They looked very angry and Tony was scared!

Elexra was informed about the visitor. She came to check who it was. On seeing her master, she was overwhelmed. Her memory of being upset with Tony was completely erased. Tony apologized and requested Elexra to return to the mainland.

But before they did so, they destroyed all the polluting factories that Elexra had constructed and planted many saplings. They both returned home and lived happily ever after!

Category: Blog

Wanderlust

Ananya Singh, Class XI A

Monsoon

Riddhi Singhania, Class IX D

Buddha Enlightening the World

Art by Mallesh Kamdar, Class X D

Drops of Rain

Krutika Bhojwani, Class IX E

Revenge

Anushka Mimani, Class XI G

I’m Mother Nature

Shruti Biyani, Class X D

I’m Doing My Bit

Yash Talwar, Class VIII F

Regarding Noise Pollution

Jahnavi Shah, Class XII C

Day

Lavanya Singh, Class VI C

Elexra, My Friend

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

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