Arpita Sunil Ahuja
7 – C
Roses are red, Violets are blue
Monkey like you Belong to the zoo.
So don’t be afraid I’ll be there too
Not in the zoo But laughing at you
So enjoy this poem That I made up for you
Hope it will make you smile
And helps you to enjoy your day too!
Arpita Sunil Ahuja
7 – C
Those we love
remain with us,
for love itself lives one,
And cherished never fade, because a lived one’s gone, those we love can never be, more than a thought apart, fair as long as there is a memory,
they’ll live on in the heart.
Anusha Vasaikar
12 – B
The other day, an interesting thought occured to me when I was watching TV. As usual the prosaic channels were showing some stuff about the extensive use of social media by youth. It’s true, today’s generation is glued to the screen. (I will use the word screen for any type of screen, mobile, TV etc.) But I wonder, what will happen when these kids grow up and have their own kids. These children have so exhaustively become addict to the JUNK of the social media that there are very few handful people who use it for good. Tomorrow’s generation is smart, tech-savvy, more intelligent etc. etc. Shouldn’t their intelligence be driven to the right track? These kids have lost control of their minds at a very early age. This is the age when you play, study, think and explore for yourselves. Sadly, today’s kids SEE WHAT THEY ARE SHOWN. Their thinking process develops in a manner the manufacturer of the game or producer of the channel wants. They knowingly or unknowing gradually lose the sense of decision-making and patience. The fast-moving objects on the screen have influenced their minds so profusely that they fail to admire the slowness of nature and the significance of patience. They are hooked to the screen to such an extent that of you take the screen away from their eyes for a moment, they go furiously mad. What intrigues me more is that sometimes parents themselves drive children to these kinds of stuff so that they may remain undisturbed for the moment. Little do they realize the unforeseen consequences of their drastic actions. Let’s think a generation ahead. These kids tomorrow will lead their kids to the same path. Slowly, the SCREEN will seep into our culture and will not take long to BECOME our culture. This problem looks trivial today. Children separated from parents, health issues, changing societal atmosphere. But just imagine it on a wider scale. A world where everywhere is busy with their screens, the mess at home is undone, office work is pending, the homework is left unattended. There is no communication… only the click… click… click of the phones among the graveyard silence! Now… I don’t mean you should completely eschew using mobiles (screens) but you should know your limits (make sure you don’t tend it to infinity!) I am a stalwart supporter of digitalisation. But YOU have to decide where and when to put the punctuation marks. We should be the one to control the digital world and not let the digital world control us. Everything in limits is fine.
Tejashree Sonawane
IX – B
I used to myself doubt
How they could be so stout In the fear of getting caught Left with anything but a naught.
The static current which keeps me moving
The wave of emotions just kept fooling
Eyes so wide they couldn’t be drooling
Hands so numb they couldn’t be cooling.
Oh! I had heard them enough
More than I could stuff
But no one could catch my duff
And say that I was in a bluff. I was wandering in the midst of a lie
The sun soared high in the sky
Nothing but deem met my eye
And I just sighed.
My cheeks flush
The needles crawling to the surface making me blush
I found a fire in a rush Spreading the flames around me such
Like an insect eating a bush. The courage that I could muster
Tangled my stomach in a cluster
My mouth a mighty gusher Couldn’t stop what I could utter.
All the sighing and heaving Made the fire more living Only to know what I was willing
Couldn’t be bought with a peeling.
The mouth went in the down
When they said it couldn’t mount
Screaming the only sound That came out of this mewling mouth.
The metal singing the song of defeat
The red song carved on my meat
The water with wuthering shiny teeth
Scraped out the fire neat.
Srishti Sharma
9 – C
Bleed
I bleed, I bleed, I bleed
from the heavenly clouds which cannot be seen
I cried on that day not screaming aloud
never shared my pain seeing the crowd
I asked the winds and dust on the road
what will happen, if this was known ?
The winds pushed me apart the dust told me,
the universe was not my part
even though i was the universe
Scared I went into the clouds
they opened the door but flushed me out
The pain punched me into my soul
the cramps held me at joint of my bones
Came the sun and sang the sane
told it was not just a pain
Being a lass I was fertile
I was ethical to bleed with pride
The sun said , five months everyday
trapped in a sphere
I’ll bleed for the man’s sake
in the form of the rain
They painted me silver white
falling from the heaven
I met the ground who saves the world
from flooded pounds
Went the cycle on and off
until the day the sun was gone
Called as a taboo and filth by the man
he prohibited me from the God of his land
I was a poison , wicked and more
only he was the one shining on his own
The land absorbed me throughout the time
not yelling like the others ,
he embellished my fragrance
for the trees and shrubs
But the man was insane and thought
that girls weren’t the part of the human race
I’m telling this tale to all the one’s covered
under the haze of the myths that you create
my sisters are a grace leading your pace
they give you all the pleasure taking all the pain
Still you throw my sisters out
the garbage of your house
they sit under the dilemma
tossing life and death around
I see this everyday you leaving them distressed
as if bleeding without brutality
was a crime they never met
The earth and a girl are not two different commas
both belonging to the world of bleeding trauma
Girls bleed every month to run the human race
it’s time we accept them as normal as a praise
Rajkumar Kanojiya
Teacher – Maths
As soon as I entered class II for my substitution period, some students approached me to ask my name, subject and classes I teach. They were very happy to know that I teach Maths. I decided to initiate a discussion on the topic “Maths”.
“What is Maths?” was my first question to them. More than 95% students raised their hands to answer this question. Some of their answers- It is calculation, it is addition, subtraction, it is decimal, fraction, Points and line segments, Data handling, Money and so many answers.
As they were class II students, my next question was, “What is calculation?” After some moments, few of them said that calculation is counting, to count number of objects, addition and subtraction, time calculation (in terms of days, months, years) and so many answers.
Next question to them was “Where do we use calculation in our day to day life?”- Students nicely expressed that weighing (in kg and mg) of fruits, vegetables, pumpkin and our own weight. Measuring of length (in Km, m and mm) of roads, bridges, running distance. Measuring of capacity (Volumes in l and ml). Money calculation while shopping. Fraction calculation- I asked how? Student gave example of “half chapatti” .
One of the students asked me “Why it is important to learn Maths?” I thought, let students only answer this beautiful question. One of the students said that to run shops, offices, person has to be expert in calculation to count money and to manage time. Another student said that to understand solid shapes around us. Another student said that without knowing maths you cannot start a profession or job.
Agenda behind this discussion was to make them think about the importance of mathematics and application of this subject in our day to day life. Knowing application helps to understand the subject better to understand and its correlation with surroundings makes it easy.
Atharva Naik
XI – A
What’s the greatest lesson a women should learn? that since the day one. she’s already had everything she needs within herself. it’s the world that convinced her she did not. Women have suffered a long history of antagonism and, to be realistic, the history hasn’t ended till date. In the common notions women are allegorised as perfect wives, loving mothers, lovable daughters etc., but this conception restricts them to the domestic sphere; be dependent on men; get tormented by the patriarchy society. BUT NOT ANYMORE!! Women are eventually making their way out of the quagmire of the stereotypes, discriminations and social stigmas. They are scaling the unprecedented peaks of success. Women are exhibiting their prowess in all the domains known to mankind. They are becoming CEOs, engineers, doctors, scientists, authors, artists etc. They are not only competing with men but are also showcasing their eminence. But unfortunately, not every woman is privileged to be so. We live in 21st century (2018 to be precise). We reckon ourselves to live in a modern era and so should be the women of today- Modern Women. Modern Women is not a class of women that is desired but it’s a movement that believes and aims to bring all the women (ALL THE WOMEN!!) out of the misery. To be a modern woman means to be independent of subservience to patriarchy society; it means to have an identity; it means to be able to take your life decisions; and most importantly it means not to regret to be a woman. A modern woman mends her life by herself, distinguishes herself or at least aims to distinguish herself from other. To boil thing down, it means to be an epitome of defiance of suppression. Though these women are not a rare sight in our metropolitans but still this phenomenon is not universal. There are still orthodox communities throughout the world where women are still stuck in the swamp of atrocity. The movement of modern women is inevitable, but the question is when will the unfortunates savvy it. Thus, it is the necessity to promulgate the idea, the movement to the masses to bring out a revolution that would change the lives of all the women and the world for good.
Asmi Momin
8 – A
When I take a chance to close my eyes,
I see the past glance full of joyful cries.
Tiny toddlers jumping around with no worries,
Growing up suddenly with the flow of scenes.
When I open up my eyes, To my surprise, I realise,
With the blink of my eyes,the scene’s changed
And we’re adolescents, sometimes happy, sometimes outraged.
And here we have the exam time!
With a weird, unknown tension in our mind.
Although we do our best preparations,
We tend to forget some or the other explanation.
And just before the exam week, is a time of havoc
With few mugging up answers and putting them a lock.
And teachers taking resolutions to complete the corrections
Also some students becoming the reason for their agitation.
But the true test is not of few days or few weeks,
We’re on a weighing balance of vigilance and trendy deeds.
We ought to be sensible enough to balance them correctly,
To excel in the exams of school and life simultaneously….
Aahil Mohammed Ashraf
4 – D
Exam are round the corner because of that I am having fever. I prefer the usual fever I get because it can be healed by medicines but this exam fever has no medicine. The only medicine is end of the exam. I wish the exam could be taken orally without any writing. Then I would be having no exam fever. Due to exams these weekend outings are also cancelled . My mother is shopping for summer holidays now only so that she can teach me during April. It might be same in all houses. Every child is worried and suffering from exam fever now. My fever will be high on SST exam. My fever will be low on maths exam. My favorite cartoon channels are also asking for pin witch my mother says will automatically open on the last day of my exams. Exam fever is fast spreading. I wish it heals soon.
Prasiddhi Borgaonkar
5 – F
Unlimited sounds,
The greatest joy of life a nature,
The feeling of the noise chirp chirp chirp
Were the joy is vice versa,
Creatures jumping, howling, climbing all,
The song of birds in blue, how the picture you made god?
The king of the jungle roars high,
This is the nature man
How homeless they can be,
We are souls and the animals are heart
To live life full of joy,
Think man! A part of ape!