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From the Diary of a Mirror

Vartika Jain, Class X D

Friday

April 29, 2016

9:00 pm

After observing the family members of this house for a few days, I am astonished at the way humans behave and also seem to change over time. The children of the house are not bothered about their real character. They have become obsessed with their physical appearance and spend hours in front of me. The parents of the house have, however, started understanding the importance of real character and need me only at certain times. But if you ask me, it is the grandparents who are the best. They do not bother themselves much with their appearance and they are the ones who truly value the inner beauty in themselves. They understand my pain of reflecting everything day and night and are generous not to overload me or interrupt me in my meditations of the opposite wall. I can only show the physical appearance of people but the real mirrors are those who can make you realize what you are as a person in your real life.

Train Ride

Ribhu Das Purkayastha, Class XI D

The dawn breaks out.

A new story is born

As the first station passes

And the train rattles on.

Screeeeech! Goes the train

As the train comes to a halt.

Some are seen laughing

And some with fists balled.

Porters who didn’t fare:

Some appear to be sorry

Others seem drowned

In deep melancholy.

People board with grief,

Some with courage.

Some seem weighed down

By tons of luggage.

Indomitable hawkers wade in

Hoping for a buy.

Whatever retort awaits them

They always give a try.

Sorrow is fed to winds as

Acquaintances are made:

Shrieks of laughter and

Chaos in the make.

The day begins to yawn

As the landscape slowly fades.

Slowly ticks the dinner closer

And slowly the tiffin raids.

I feel very bored as

The story is almost gone,

With everybody snoring

As the train rattles on.

Procrastinators

Shreya Gupta, Class XII D

“I think I still have some unfinished procrastinating to do from yesterday.”

I plead guilty for just one thing – my mastery over the art of postponing just about anything. Basically, waiting for the last minute to do any said job, just takes a minute and perhaps that’s when it is best done!

I am a perfectionist. Which is just a simple excuse for my habit to postpone any action that I might be expected to take. Procrastination is precisely why it took me over a year to give in my contribution to the blog. Not that I am busy or caught up in a million things. In fact, I am the most jobless (read ‘do not want to study’) person you will find.

But let me tell you, I may delay the hard work, but the final thing is on time. The only thing that has enabled me to write this article is that I am procrastinating some other stuff.

While delaying the Physics homework to complete the Harry Potter series might actually seem quite tempting but can’t help it if being promoted to Class XII has got me riding on an anti-procrastination wave.

PS: I’ll complete my article soon.

Epiphany

Shruti Biyani, Class X D

And there you lay on the bed

With a day in front almost dead

It is your time, to think about yourself

What good you did and what you are going to do

Because some has said ‘Life is just a race my child’.

Be strong, be fast

There is no place for the weak, the mild

You don’t know what you did unknowingly today

For your one word may have broken someone’s heart

But your one smile might have joined those gone apart.

In the future,

When you will be sitting with a newspaper on an armchair

With patchy skin and teeth just a pair

You are sure to realize

No history dates, no math formulae give you pleasure

But you will undoubtedly wonder

If… I had some memories to treasure

You are still a teenager

You still have time

Do mischiefs, but no harms, no crime

It’s your choice to mug up these lines like theory

Or enjoy them like a story

Let all sorrows be flushed from your mind

Much of the happiness you are yet to find

Maybe there is no fault in living with eyes closed

Remember but, you are each day a day nearer to death.

Toughest Leads to Loveliest

Hridhima Tyagi, Class IX B

The fire in my hand started to flicker,

And I, terrified, watched the trees whisper.

The wind howled, and took away the last of my light,

And I was left alone with the world’s darkest night.

I shivered with fright and the cold,

I didn’t have a single hand to hold.

The trees seemed enormous, the wind seemed scary,

The grass was damp, the night was eerie.

I had promised someone, and couldn’t go back,

The will in me had started to crack.

But despite the struggle, I carried on,

Hoping that after some time, the fear will be gone.

Toughest leads to loveliest?

Oh! I didn’t believe a word,

I thought it was rubbish,

It was all absurd.

The path was covered with ferns and thorns,

And though very carefully I paced,

A thorn in the bush pierced my foot,

And it left me standing in a daze.

The blood oozed out and I shrieked and yelped,

I shouted into the night for help,

Though knowing there’s no one I cried with pain,

And as if on cue it started to rain.

Nothing could have gone worse than that,

And I, I struggled to walk.

My inside was paining, my outside was drenched,

I trod on the wet grass and rocks.

Toughest leads to loveliest?

Oh! I didn’t believe a word,

I thought it was rubbish,

It was all absurd.

I was still walking,

God knows for how long,

When I saw the woods end,

And I burst happily into a song.

The last few metres brought a whoosh of energy,

Despite my pain I ran very quickly,

I reached the end of the woods and saw,

The sight that met my eyes left me in awe.

The rising sun behind the snow,

The peaks submerged in the lashing seas,

The waterfall as fresh as the sky,

The birds chirping on the greenest trees.

Toughest leads to loveliest?

Oh, it was not wrong,

Working hard always pays off,

Just keep your will strong….

Time Passing By….

Art by Srishti Bairolia, X A

My Dream Vacation 3

Swasti Solanki, Class X D

My dream is to spend my vacations in Willi Wonka’s chocolate factory. I would row a boat in the river of the world’s finest chocolate, which flows through the factory. I’d eat as many chocolates and candies as I want and explore the factory further.

I’d drink hot chocolate in the freezing room and keep myself warm or eat the chocolates which make you feel cool on a beach made up of chocolates. I don’t think I would take any pictures because that would waste my precious time spent there. Obviously, who could ever forget such a trip with Mr. Wonka and this little workers.

I would play all day with Oompaloompas and would learn some recipes of making magical bubble gums.

This is the best vacation I could ever imagine.

My Dream Vacation 2

Adi Dantre, Class IX A

Out of the sixty to sixty five days I will get for my summer vacations, I would like to utilise the first day to send my parents for a long tour of the world. I am not selfish, it is just that I want my parents to experience new and fabulous things. Things that would blow their mind….(well not literally!).

On the second day I would like to go to the Tommorowland Music Festival in Belgium. Tommorowland is the biggest electronic music festival in the world, millions of people from around the world gather to have one of the best experiences of their lives. I am also going there for the same reason. When in Tommorowland, I would like to meet every single Disco Jockey and take pictures with him/her.

After this I would like to participate in the ‘Toma-Tina’ festival in Spain. This is the place where everyone and anyone who wants to play the international version of Holi goes. In this festival people fight with tomatoes, they first squash the tomatoes and then throw them at each other, this festival is a lot of fun.

For the rest of the time I will search for ‘Jack’s Magic Beans’. Almost everybody has heard the story of ‘Jack and The Beanstalk’. In the story a poor boy sells his cow in the market for a bag of magic beans. As soon as he gets home he sows the seeds and sees that the next day a huge tree has grown out of it. A tree so tall that it reached the clouds to a giant’s house, which had a golden goose. So, after finding the seeds I would sow them on top of the Mount Everest in the artificial garden that supports plant growth which was built by ‘UNESCO’. I will leave it to your imagination that if Jack sowed his seeds on sea level and the tree reached the clouds, then what will happen when I sow my bean seeds at eight thousand metres. The next morning I would find the tree and would climb it. As soon as I would climb it I would see a parallel world where all humans would have chocolate as their skin, caramel as their blood and their organs would be made of banana peels. If everything happens according to my dream then that time isn’t far away when I will be on the first page of almost all newspapers, magazines and even news channels!

My Dream Vacation 1

Ishika Mundhra, Class IX A

My dream vacation would be the most unique and fascinating vacation that anyone would have dreamt of. It would include going to all sorts of places like from the lonely islands of the Andaman to the lively city of Los Angeles; from the snowy Himalayas to the blazing Sahara; from the tropical rainforests of the Amazon to the beautiful beaches of Maldives.
I would like to be accompanied by my family and friends. I would visit the interesting museums, beautiful gardens, crowded markets and holy temples. I would eat all delicacies and participate in all the adventure sports the places have to offer.

I would try to learn about the different cultures and traditions of various people in different countries and learn about their experiences in life. Last but not the least, I would spend some time relaxing in my cozy little house!

Ujjwal Patidar, Class IX A

I want to go to Brazil, Spain, Dubai, New York and London with my family and cousins. This is my dream as I want to be free of summer assignments, hobby classes and even video games because summer is the only time when we can relax and pass time with your family members. Otherwise, rest of the year, we children go to school and our parents are also busy with their work.

The Rose’s Lesson

Mansi Choudhary, Class X A

Its either dusk or dawn,

I can see the shadow cast on.

It’s mesmerizing as it ‘dis-closes’

I stand amidst the feast of roses.

The pleasure of its aesthetic touch,

The fragrance so deep,

I’m bewitched.

I can hear its sigh

It says beseechingly,

“Let me live.”

Live aspiration lights up his life

Gives him happiness long, along the time.

Looking at the mere rose, I asked myself,

“Can’t we leave our avarice?”

Its either dusk or dawn,

I see the shadow cast on

The bloom mesmerizing as it ‘dis-closes’

I stand amidst the feast of roses.

Category: Blog

From the Diary of a Mirror

Train Ride

Ribhu Das Purkayastha, Class XI D

Procrastinators

Shreya Gupta, Class XII D

Epiphany

Shruti Biyani, Class X D

Toughest Leads to Loveliest

Hridhima Tyagi, Class IX B

Time Passing By….

Art by Srishti Bairolia, X A

My Dream Vacation 3

Swasti Solanki, Class X D

My Dream Vacation 2

Adi Dantre, Class IX A

My Dream Vacation 1

Ishika Mundhra, Class IX A

The Rose’s Lesson

Mansi Choudhary, Class X A

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