THE PERFECT GURU- MY TEACHER

 A year after, from now,

I will say…

During my school days,

I had a teacher

Who taught me Hindi those days.

 Students were like his sons and daughters,

He taught us with full devotion,

And forgave us.

For all the mischief done by us.

I had a teacher

Who taught me Hindi those days.

 When he used to teach us,

His words were a pleasant song,

When he used to scold us

His words were like velvety thorns.

When he was happy

His face was like a smiling blossom.

When he was sad

His face was like a setting sun.

 For the love that he showered on us,

For the knowledge that he imparted to us,

For all the strength that he provided us,

For the culture that he brought in us,

We thank him, we thank him…

 Arpita S

X A

     

DEATH-THE SILENCE 

What is death?

Of course! It is the last breath

It is the last role on the world’s stage,

When prayer comes to the end of his age.

Death is like a season,

But behind that combat is a reason.

Why is everyone shocked?

Why are the lips locked?

Gone away is the smile,

Far away, many miles.

Why is everyone sad?

-In spite of knowing the fact,

That everybody has to face death-

Because it’s the last breath.

 

Piyush Prajapathi

XI B

Celebrations  

Don’t turn into a glacier,

For if you do, you’ll be a threat

Your melting will become a havoc

And your not melting will chill everyone.

 Be instead a warm ray of sun,

Spread light and let folks open up,

To receive your gentle, cozy hug.

And feel happy with reason, without reason.

 And the world is plagued by fear,

Of the present, future and memories.

Let sweetness and joy be the message

That comes from your being there.

 Stillness and silence may be,

And solitude a state of bliss,

But let’s all together celebrate

The event of living alive and breathing.

 Divyanshi Rastogi

IX C

 

UNNOTICED

 In the midst of laughter and fun

I found a face which did not glow,

My heart pounded to run to the heart in dark,

But my mind restrained me.

Days past….

 I did not care to light the unlighted lamp.

Days rolled very fast….

Without giving me a chance

But one day decided by almighty

To start my journey with the candle of love

It was then I could see

The world with her eyes

The eyes that needed compassion

The words which were never heard

It was then I realized

A beautiful friend was just near

Unnoticed for days

It was then I realized that it is never…..

Too late to love

Pallavi.K.Murthy

IX A

 

MOTHER INDIA – OUR PRIDE

 Darkness enveloped the hearts and souls of many,

The zeal of trauma was uncanny,

We were like captive birds in a cage,

It seemed the only fate awaiting us was carnage.

 The reign of the people with hearts of ice;

They demanded our dignity and lives as the price,

To disclose us from the cage of dread;

And to wipe away the tears we shed.

 Then the key of hopes came flying by;

And to light a candle in the darkness did they try.

A struggle was the only chance to take,

To make the big bars of captivity break.

 With fury in their minds and their hearts on fire,

To transpire from the prison of horrors was their only desire.

It was not swords that gleamed and

Clinked on the battle field;

Through our voice and determination

Against the British we made a shield.

 Suddenly the darkness merged into light,

And the candle of hope became bright.

Then the fragrance of freedom filled the air,

And it was our glorious souvenir.

 Because of this, we have limitless pleasures;

Diamonds cannot be compared to these treasures.

 Gayathri T

Aishwarya R.

IX

 A BLESSING IN DISGUISE

 The lights went out

And the sky went gray,

All busy-men groaned about

Only looking for a way.

 The power- cut lasted,

For one whole night.

Some thought time wasted,

Others with joy their faces bright.

 Soon everyone got to realize,

This was in fact, a blessing in disguise.

They were home with families,

Finally sharing with children; stories. `

 Everyone was very busy,

But not in the way you think.

They were really enjoying

To keep up their family link.

 A brother put up a magic show,

A shadow drama with a torch that glowed;

His sister shared her joys,

With her parents and siblings,

They all sat around,

Talking of all such things.

 Grandparents sat around,

Narrating their experiences,

At a time like this it was,

So nice listening to reminiscences.

 When lights came back,

A sigh of sadness floated up,

The electricity they all blamed,

For spoiling their wonderful time epoch.                   

Dhanvini Gudi

VIII B

  

VOICE OF THE CLOUD

 In from the far away seas I come,

Through cities and feasty trysts        

 I fill the earth with life so wet:

As by the wily winds I was led.

 While smiling in my white suit, life I lock.

With water I will return, back in black.

Green grows fast, soft and tender,

When I arrive with my friends, lightning and thunder.

 Peering through the winds while I surf,

Sadness I see on a sandy turf

Grief for the people makes me stop, I cry,

They stare at me, jump, dance, Oh, what joy!

 I may have spoilt someone’s day, but bear in mind,

That my deeds were but, for the good of mankind

Far I am your friend, the wispy cloud

Marching with the winds, whistling so loud.

 Goutham.T.

Class XI B

                                             

THE DESCENDANTS OF COLOURFUL DREAMS…

 Oh! Possessor of twinkling eyes,

Your smile and charm can prevail over the elucidation of lightning...

Your euphony has triumphed over the zephyr soothing the most anguished                         

                                                                        heart, sinking in despair…

Oh! Epitome of delicacy, you are a diverse pearl glorifying your shell…

Science calls you a seed, art a flower but I call you the quintessence of sanctity…

                  Come on! Embark on a flight…far beyond the wildest of dreams

assigning commandment to the farthest star glimmering on the verge of accomplishment…

           But behold on this flight, impediments bountiful and ethics countless.

Arise! You’re not only going to build houses of sand, but newer horizons of vitality…

           Slash across the disparities…let there be craters only on your sporting fields…

           A few may concurrently apply kohl to your eyes and coal to your heart…deny them

the satisfaction of seeing your tears!

           And a few others may not approve of your self esteem…don’t impede…continue on your journey…

               Let your very escalation destroy the roots of the weeds in you lovely garden…

            Let your veins bring many more watercourses to this realm...

Perpetually keep in mind, your sculptors…they hearten when the world dissuades…

           Uphold your hopes…this shall sustain you amidst all storms of life with firmness and tranquility...

          This will let you shine forever…raising a fervent aspiration leading to accession of glory!

          Let your flight,

Heal the wounded spirit!

Dissipate the gloom of sorrow!

Sweeten the cup of affliction!

Blunt the sting of death!

And breathe an everlasting spring around you!

                                 

                           HAPPY JOURNEY!

 Varsha D

 XI I B

 

                                     A TRIP TO THE FUTURE

A.D. 2007

16/4

16:30hrs

Location: Mumbai

It was a dry evening as the glittering rays of the sun started losing its heat. Nikhil Chawla a modern kid of age 14 years comes from school and starts playing in his newly bought video game console: Sony Play Station 3.

Mother: Nikhil, have your food and play with your friends in the park.

Nikhil: Ma! Please stop it will you? Don’t interrupt me while playing.

This was Nikhil’s reply to his mother, who always loved him, took care of him and tried to improve him. But she failed always as Nikhil was not one of those who would obey and respect elders. This story happened all the time.

Nikhil’s father worked as chief architect. He earned a high salary. Nikhil mother was a homemaker. But they were very humble and gem of a couple. They always encouraged Nikhil to share interests towards Indian culture and tradition. But this turned out to be a Herculean task. Nikhil hated India, its culture and those who appreciated it.

Nikhil hated studies and did not have any concern towards his future. He was a spoilt brat who was good for nothing. But, he loved reading comics. He always liked to have modern gadgets and show off. Now he was pressuring his parents to buy him a mobile.

One night, lying on his bed Nikhil read an article on how the future would look like. Gradually, he turned sleepy and dozed off….

In his dream he reached India in the year 2388 A.D. he had never imagined what the Earth’s fate would be in the future. Living on the Earth was like living in hell especially in the India of the future.

He saw that there was no greenery, no roads, and lot of robots in every nook and corner of the city, all hi-tech cars which could fly and all the other things that he could not imagine of!

He met a passer-by and asked of what had happened to the once green and prosperous Earth and which country and year he was in. The man replied that he was in 2388. The Earth’s condition turned into that of hell. All the water had dried up due to global warming. All the plants had died. He was in the city of Mumbai!

Nikhil gaped at him in astonishment. The man added that all the monuments in the entire city was blown during the world war V in 2218 A.D. later, he told that due to the outside unearthly condition, a bubble city was built where there was oxygen being supplied and water created artificially.

Nikhil thanked him and explored the city and he saw a hoarding showcasing the news of the death of millions of people due to obesity. From many others, he also heard that the role of a parent’s love had ended long ago, humans gave birth by cloning. His heart was filled with grief. Babies were born without a mother’s love. But how? He pondered. But, unfortunately this was just the starting of all the problems and woes of the modern world and he was about to hear of them.

Modern India was wrapped in corruption and criminal activities which led to the insecurity of the soul. All wildlife had bid farewell to this cruel world long ago. The condition of the man was miserable. The leaders were racing against time to possess control over the World and India was lacking in one major thing- its golden culture and tradition. With these, Nikhil had had enough and called it a day. Just as he was walking on the ground of a concrete jungle, the sun started disappearing behind the skyscrapers. Suddenly the weather turned really hot and Nikhil saw people screaming and fleeing in terror. To his horror, a meteorite was heading towards him. Nikhil ran on for his life. He knew he was going to die. Just then a bell rang and Nikhil found himself on his bed again. This time he thanked his lucky stars as it was 2007 and 7.30 in the morning. He heard his mother calling out to wake up.

This time with a changed mind, he ran towards his mother and hugged her. He narrated his dream to those who listened to him with interest. He hadn’t had the foggiest of ideas as to what made him have such a dream but was in all praises for God as it turned out be for the good.

Nikhil Chawla then made a resolution to stop all unwanted things and worked hard and proved himself as an improved boy.

 

Akshay

XII A

 

LESSONS I LEARN

 

They say that the greatest things in life come in little packages, and also the most important lessons can be learnt from the lexicon of experience and often these experiences are so feeble and frail that their circumstantial impact is not felt immediately and yet when you look back on what you have learnt….the zephyr surges through your head instigating an incredible clarity that sometimes shocks you like a pinprick….letting the warm blood of wisdom, ooze out of the wound incurred.

The best lesson in life was given to me by a bunch of street urchins…I have always loved street urchins…with heads full of unkempt hair and those dark faces that contrast their toothy smiles, they have not a tinge of anything being amiss in their lives….giggling and laughing around each other…pushing each other down , climbing trees with an agility that is synonymous with the dexterity of a deer, rolling in the mud and getting wet in the rain, they give themselves unto the elements and that tells you of the radiating health on their faces..

 

They have so much maturity at an age so tender, having so many siblings, they learn to share and the fiery fire in them to stand up for each other is so thought provoking, sometimes I fee ashamed of myself.

Their sense of dignity, grinning at every passerby in the road, they feel the happiness in their souls, spreading the same euphoria to every part of the place they live in….and NEVER have I seen them to ask someone to buy chocolates for them!

 

Their love for nature….since their nomadic lifestyles never permit them to stay in one place, they plant saplings at every place they have been to, and here we are in our cozy comforts trying to figure where too keep that pot of the chameli plant…..true responsibility, though mostly ephemeral, is exhibited by them though it never seems that way and the whole irony of the situation always makes me smile.

 I have learnt a lot from the people I know, but of love and sharing I learnt from the urchins down the road.

 ARUNA.S

XII B

 

RECIPE TO REACH YOUR GOAL

 

Perfection is obtained by the methods that have been employed.  Hence, time management or job scheduling is a practice as important as the jobs to be done.  It means to organize one’s work in a systematic and cohesive way so that every job is done in a professional style.  Time management is therefore, a weapon or a tool to arm oneself to achieve the ultimate goal; flawlessness.

Time management is a skill that has to be learnt and adapted, so as to be comprehensive in the way work is done.  It is helpful to a totally inconsequential person like me to the very Prime Minister of our country.  The father of our nation, Mahatma Gandhi rightly said that no work is mean.  Time management can be applied to any and every job that we do.

Disorderly, unsequential, poor and so on are adjectives attributed to a person alien to job-scheduling.  Time management is like the fork, knife and spoon that distinguish gentlemen at a dining table from a person who is a novice to handling them. It is true that there is no shortcut to success, but folks, time management is your shortest and arguably the best way there.  So, for all you future successful persons here is the recipe to reach your goals.                                                                  

 VIVEK BHAT

 XII B