November 4, 2009

Hiya Kids,

The lottery win theme really stimulated your imagination, did it not? It is fun to daydream. But, as somebody has said, we daydream only when we have not done enough to make our dreams come true. Rather than wait for a windfall, one should work hard to achieve all the things that we feel we would do if the money comes our way. Life is such that it always rewards our efforts, even if indirectly. What is important is that we always work to develop our skills. If we are talented in something, we should do our utmost to take it to the highest possible level.
I would like to particularly praise the truly moving article sent in by Kshitij Karki of Army School, Birpur. It is rooted in his personal experience and touchingly told. Good work, Kshitij, keep writing – it’ll get you somewhere!
Next week, write in about what you like best about your school. It could be a teacher, the games, the activities, your friends, the environment, anything. In the meanwhile, all the best! Aastha

School Rules

By Kajal Himalion, (VII-A)
Rajiv Gandhi Navodaya Vidyalaya

Come to School just in time,
Go for prayer in a line
Do not throw paper on the ground,
Give the teacher what you have found,
Come to School neat and clean.
Look after your things and bring your keys.
Don’t forget to pay your fees.
Revise your lessons every week.
When you go out of class
Don’t forget to take your pass
Hey fellows, follow these rules.
If you want to be in this School.

Importance of TV shows

By Ragini Panwar, X- A,
Rajiv Gandhi Navoadaya Vidyalaya
In 21st century life becomes busy for us all and we don’t have time to regain energy for work but in idle of all, television plays an important role It provides us with entertainment and cheer us up But slowly we become addicted to television and start following its footprints without thinking.
Programs on television plays key role to make our future but it depends on us whether what we are seeing is good for us or not.
Serials like Sinchan, Roadies, Fear Factor, Jungle reality shows, Big Boss are exploiting our thinking, behaviour as well as our natural environment.
They are misusing wild animals and natural vegetables for their stunts.
Shows like Roadies are creating enthusiasm in new generation to do stunts, dares and fearful works without and precaution.
Reality shows create depression between family relations because after seeing these daily soaps our family members also behave same and create misunderstanding.
Cartoons like Sinchan, Johny Bravo and exploiting the mental level of children. As a result children follow activities of these cartoon characters. I would not say that these are not good shows but our entertainment heads must put some objection on some serials.
I am a big fan of Roadies but the absurd language which contestants use in their talking is not good for all so it should be banned for our society. 70 percent of education of today’s student is through television the censor should be very careful.
Programs like Bhoomi, Gyaan Darshan, Talent hunt shows must be encouraged as they show case genuine interesting entertainment and not vulgarity.

What i like about my school

By Nupur Bansal, XII, Convent of Jesus & Mary
Every night I look forward to the next morning when I’ll go to school, meet my friends again and share all that has happened the present day. When the matter comes to writing down something I like about my school, I suppose my list will never end. I simply LOVE everything about my school. I have been studying in Convent of Jesus & Mary for the last 14 years and have learnt whatever I know today from the staff and management here.
CJM has helped me develop my academic skills when I was a nobody in my class. CJM has taught me that apart from studies, other co- curricular activities such as games, athletics, quizzes, debates, plays, dances, etc. are equally important in developing a child mentally and physically.
The best thing I like about my school is that here equal importance is given to all talents and skills of a girl. Participation of all students in various events and activities is encouraged. As our sports day is approaching, I see the active involvement of all the girls of the school in its preparations. Being an athlete, I have taken part in the athletics also.
The teachers in CJM are extremely encouraging. Most of the teachers have been the sole motivation in my life to work hard. We have the best Principal in our school. She is extremely friendly and a very good manager. The best thing we look forward to everyday is our friends. The girls of CJM are extremely talented and very friendly.
Another aspect of our school is the Character Formation classes which have helped us all strengthen our moral systems from the very beginning.
I thank my school for all it has given me. It is by far the best school for any girl child.

By Rishav Nautiyal, (III), Doon Cambridge School


Let’s Think

By Shivani Sajwan, (VII),
Rajiv Gandhi Navodaya Vidyalaya

Let’s walk in hand in hand
Say the world is being changed
The sun is dim
The world is going to begin.
Just take a look
On your book
What is there
Is it true
Geography has changed.
History has much gained
Hindi, wants the pride of it today
English, there is much about it to say.
What wrong, what right
Try to think and make your future bright.

Our Elders...

By Pragati Kandpal, X,
Convent of Jesus & Mary
When we open our eyes in this world,
Whom do we see near us?
Who touch our cheeks to make us smile?
Our parents, our elders…
Because they bring us to this world...
They hold our hands when we are small,
Prevent us from any kind of fall;
What they do is just smile,
And teach us to walk miles…
Take care of us when we’re ill,
Give us syrups and some bad looking colourful pills;
But what we thing is that these pills just LOL kill,
This seriously makes me laugh on all of us!
They feed us when we don’t want to be fed,
Ignore all our silly mistakes;
Instead give us many more retakes,
To correct and make up for all our stupid mistakes…
If we show our hot attitude,
They cool it down with theirs;
But some of them... Oh God!
Give back the vice versa.
When we grow up, a day comes…
Which is meant to be the dooms day for them,
When we get up and say "We’re going away"
But where are we heading?
To heaven or to hell?
No! just to build a career we part away…
What do we mean when we say;
"We want to stop but we can’t"
"We want to hold hands but we can’t"?
Going away,
Living pleasurably,
Is what we all demand…
Which path do we choose?
Those who did so much for us,
Are today all alone, in pain, in vain,
Waiting for us to come back one day,
And say,
"We loved you, we love you, and we will always do"
This is all what they want…
What was their mistake?
That they loved us so much?
But don’t worry people,
Because justice will be served,
And one day this will come back to all of us!!

I love my school

Priyanka Kandwal, VII-A
Rajeev Gandhi Navodaya Vidyalaya
I love R.G.N.V School because
It is beautiful, it is fine
It is yours and it is mine
All the classes full of girls and boys
So days are full of joy
Friends are jolly, good and neat
Teachers are able, wise and sweet.
Our principal great and kind
He has care and love in mind
My dear school, a treasure best
Full of knowledge and the zest
To all my friends, my elders
I give a call, my school RGNV
Is the best, best of all!

Little toy soldiers

Cadet Krishna Kant,
(XII), RIMC

Behind these eyes, live the dreams,
Dreams, to Lead, to Believe, to Achieve.
Stout, we may be,
Never were we, insolent.
Fearless we win, bravely we loose.
We aim high, soar high.
The skies are for us,
Conquering every inch of it.
Born of genteel blood,
Bold and determined, harbinger of strength and wisdom.
Embedded with truth and undaunted spirit,
Through the dreams, as you see.
Here is where, we belong.
Blood, sweat and tears in everyday`s song.
Peacock feathers on our crest,
Second to none, simply the best.
Journey of life ain`t easy,
Some walk the bed of roses,
We took the one, a bit different.
The more we learn, the more we through,
Now, we believe
Every moment we achieve.
Unified we stand, together we fall.
Hail! O Gods!
Long live,
We, the RIMCOS.

RIMC-'The cradle of bravery'

Cadet M Sai Surya, (XII), RIMC
‘Rashtriya Indian Military College’ these simple sounding words have an unparalleled legacy of valor and devotion, a name which has no simile and an institution like no other in the country. Established in the year 1922 as the Prince of Wales Royal Indian Military College, the RIMC, since then has produced a total of nine military chiefs, five in India, three in Pakistan and one in Bangladesh. Rashtriya Indian Military College comes under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Defence and is one of the four Category-A institutions governed by it. Situated in the beautiful valley of Dehradun, the school is spread amidst 140 acres of serene surroundings and acts as a feeder institution to the National Defense Academy, Pune. The ‘Young Warriors’ here are trained to become officers in the Indian Armed Forces from a very early age and are taught to face the challenges of life with ‘Strength and Wisdom’-the motto of the school. Some of the facts like- admission taking place twice a year, having a separate curriculum for the Board Examinations (held twice a year)and adorning the OG (Olive Green) uniform at such a young age, make it different from the other schools, but the myriad student populations- with at least one student hailing from every state of India, be it up north in the Kashmir valley or the far off terrains of North-East, is what actually makes us stand out in the crowd. The thorough selection process ensures that only the crème de la crème enter the hallowed portals of RIMC. After spending five wondrous years as ‘Rimcos’, going through a transitions from being a gullible 12 year old to a confident adolescent, we finally step out as ‘Rimcollians’, ready to carve niche for ourselves and our alma mater.
"RIMC RULES AND RIMCOS ROCK."

Hostel life

By Manju Negi & Manisha Suyal, (X)
Him Jyoti School
A school is a place where a child not only gets an education, but is a place where a child learns from all the different aspects of school life. The curriculum includes a variety of activities which enhance her learning.
Our life in the hostel of Him Jyoti is fun filled and enjoyable. It has taught us how to be caring, how to share, to have mutual respect and how to be self-disciplined. In a hostel a child learns to deal with different situations every day and this make her self-reliant. Children are no longer dependent on their parents for each and every task. It teaches a child how to take the best decisions which benefit all. It teaches you team work, which is really the need of today’s world. Incidents occur in hostels which teach you important lessons. You learn the difference between right and wrong. Bullying and other forms of inappropriate behavior are curtailed; good behavior is rewarded. The experience of hostel life leaves an indelible mark in our life. The happy experiences here will remain with us forever.

Teachers of Him Jyoti

By Anjali Rawat & Priya Sariyal, (X),
Him Jyoti School
Teachers are wonderful creations of God. In a residential school they take the place of our parents. They love us from the core of their hearts. The relationship between a teacher and a student is not businesslike where you have to give to get something back. It is a beautiful one where the teacher shares her knowledge with the children, even if she doesn’t get back anything in return. They have a big hand in the success of the children and enable them to grow into good human beings.
Our teachers are highly qualified and sagacious. They never favor anyone in class. They guide us stage by stage to make us ready to compete with others. They develop our taste for reading and writing and make their class interesting. They are patient and never lose their temper. They are frank with us as a teacher should be and enforce strict discipline. They are respected for this by the children. We admire their effort and hard work.It is our belief if such good and intellectual teachers are accessible to the world at large, the world will become a better place. It will become a place where knowledge flows and compassion grows. We consider our teachers not only precious as gold or silver, but precious as time. They are like burning candles that illumine the whole world. Our teachers are more to be honored than our mothers who produced us. Our mothers gave us life, but the art of living is taught by our teachers. They are the epitomes of love and sacrifice who have nurtured our hidden talents. We thank God for sending us such caring individuals who stand by our side at the time of need.

By Monu Kumar, (IV-C), Army School Birpur


School girl fulfils her dream.....!

By Vimal Kapoor
Young ‘Aryashree’ class v student of 'Welham girls school' had dream in her eyes, celebrities like Sachin Tendulkar, Harbhajan, Pathan brothers-Yusuf and Irfan were her heroes, larger than life, performing swashbuckling heroics for India on cricket field.
She often wondered whether she would ever see them face to face in real life. Then she got the opportunity of not only meeting these daredevil Knights in person, but also leading them on to the field, and that too in prestigious tournament 'Champions Trophy' taking place in magical, mystical South Africa!
It was opportunities that fell in her lap, like a ripe mango, call it destiny or whatever but young Aryashree was selected as one of the winner of "LG X1 lead your champs contest". LG the electronics giants were promoting young talent, and the 30 sec clipping of Aryashree playing sitar impressed the judges and she was roped in to go to S.A.
This 10 year child prodigy is not only an excellent sitar player but also a skilful 'Bharat Natyam' dancer, this talent she has undoubtedly inherited from her mother 'Mrs Rajlakshmi" who is considered as one of the best 'Guru' of Bharatnatyam in entire Uttarakhand and many girls of Welham school where she instills and hones creative skills in this ancient dance form would vouch for this, her father P.K.Kunhamboo, HR executive in ONGC went with her on this all expenses paid trip. Aryashree led legendry offspinner 'Harbhajan Singh' at 'Centurian cricket stadium' against Pakistan, spinner 'Amit Mishra at 'Wandereres 'and 'Yusuf Pathan (see Pic) at centurian again, she interacted with many Indian and International cricketers, and ended her dream trip by after visiting famous 'nelson Mandela' square, Sun City and Pilanesberg National Park. There is a well known quote-" The dream was always running ahead of me,to catch up to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle!!

By Gurucharan Singh, (VII), Doon Cambridge School


Few words I have sent

By Sagar, (XII-Sci), Doon Cambridge School
Few words I have sent
May be you’ll not receive
Few memories of the past
Which sometimes I did conceal
Things which I never said
Things which you never heard
Tears that I never shed
To never use that smile
That smile….. the judge of my day
Glad I was that it belonged to me
Wish I knew that our love won’t stay
I wouldn’t had made my eyes to see….
The dreams of the beautiful future
For whose every moment, I lost my present
Frequently hitting my soul with the love spur
To bear all the pain for the treasure of you
But now they hurt me more
The pain caused cries itself
Someless I am….half dead for sure
Eyes are stoned down in the ground
What do I have? What did you left?
As you walked away everything you took
Left me and my dreams as a ruined castle
While amidst the whole world alone I stood
Thinking of me you’ll wake up at night
Crying deep within your selfish heart
Thousands of hands you will find
But not a heart who can make you then smile
Your each and every tear
Will cry aloud a name
Whole of the past will stand so clear
Your heart will weep
The tears of blood
As you will remember the times that we shared
The time….when it was just you and me
The time when on my shoulders you slept
The time when your love for me was true
The time when in my arms you wept…
All you will recall
On your knees you will fall
Repenting with a dying soul
My name your heart will call
But I wont be near
Nothing about me you’ll hear
A pain in your heart will arise
Which your soul will not be able to bear
That day you’ll realize what I was
And how much pain you gave to me
Then your crying soul within your body
My dying heart it will see!
Few words I have sent
May be you’ll not receive
Few memories of the past
Which sometimes I did conceal…

The Young Warrior

Cadet Supreet Singh Heera,
(X), RIMC
For the nation, the martyrs who bleed,
Producing leaders when nation is in need,
They were not the ones to be born and lead,
They were great men to be brought from a seed.
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They all belong to a Section,
Play together and stay with affection,
Live as a course keeping themselves calm and cool,
And moreover, they all belong to the same school.
RIMC, the name of this prolific institution,
It is a reality, not an illusion,
1922 was it built in
Since then, able generals in the forces it has filled in.
Find you will in this esteemed paraphernalia,
Cadets roaming with ambition in their Regalia.
Result, the best they always yield,
Be it on or off the field.
Life is never easy here
But the tough Rimco stands by his peer,
Armed forces, for them is a boon,
The passion to join it makes them work night and noon.
End I have to here, writing about RIMC is the best,
Written more I could have, but this pen needs rest,
May all the evils from this institution perish,
May the sweet memories of Rimcollians excelling, be cherished.

By Sangeeta, (VII-C) Army School,Birpur


Rajpur Road - The Pride of Dehradun

By Preeti Bhutani
From the hectic and boisterous life of Delhi, I was destined to live in the stillness and serenity of Dehradun.
In a striking contrast to the polluted atmosphere of Delhi, Dehradun is a clean city with comparatively less pollution. Due to a dearth of greenery in Delhi, one gets enthralled by the sight of lush greenery which surrounds this beautiful valley.Rajpur Road can be called one of the cream places of Dehradun. A morning walk on this road is a 'treat for nature lovers' as one can relish the beauty of Mussoorie hills and the lovely climate of Dehradun. Even if one is walking alone at night on this road, one doesn't feel scared because of the newly lit street lights which illuminate this majestic road.
This road is a 'shoppers paradise' with various shopping outlets (mostly shops of branded garments) exhibiting the fashion statement of Doonites. Most of the eating joints on this road have good interiors, offer delicious food and also serve as a rendezvous for young lovers who have a gala time dating in and outside these joints. While 'Dominos' serve hot and palatable pizzas, 'Anandam' offers mouth-watering sweet and spicy dishes for the people of Doon. On Sunday evenings, one can also see people hovering around the famous tea stall of'Sardar Jee' at Rajpur, serving delicious pakoras and tea.
A journey through this road can also be called a pilgrimage, as one can halt and pay homage at various monastic ashrams, Sai Babaji's temple, Ramakrishna Mission etc. One of the glories of Doon is the 'National Institute for visually Handicapped', situated on this road, which is a boon for the blind people. This road also takes pride in the fact that it has an array of luxurious hotels comforting the various tourists from outside.
A drive to Mussoorie through this road is like a drive through paradise with nature at its best and thus this road finally takes us to 'Mussoorie' which is also called the queen of hills. This hill station boasts of its splendid beauty of mountains and lovely climate refreshing the tourists with fresh air and cold breeze coming from Deodar forests.

School environment; deteriorating?

By Aishwarya Sharma
We’re influenced a great deal by our childhood and adolescence years, particularly the years of schooling in our lives. The friends, the teachers, the classes, the activities, all of it. We’ve particularly been accustomed to getting up at six in the morning, rushing to get ready and running towards the assembly venues practically everyday. There’s the homework stress, the Tiffin sharing, and so many other customary events in school life that have been a part of our lifestyle since times immemorial. But probably there’s more to school life than just all of this. As we advance, we’re exposed to a number of negative factors that impede the successful academic performance of students. And it’s imperative for us to actually talk about these problems and stop underestimating them because ultimately, we’re losing out on our students’ peace and sanity. Research has shown that school transitions, which often are characterized by many social and academic stressors, have negative effects on academic motivation, performance, and school engagement, as well as on emotional well-being. In particular, Karen Rudolph and colleagues demonstrated in 2001 that the experience of school-related stress (such as poor academic performance, negative feedback from parents and teachers about school work, and daily hassles in the school environment) leads to increases in depression in the context of a transition into middle school.
We can no longer experience a conducive and harmonious environment in educational institutions today. Depression, anxiety, suicidal tendencies, inferiority complexes, baggages, etc are some prominent problems highlighted through ages of study, survey, conjecture and thorough observation. Reluctance to come to school is one problem that has been prevalent today as a result of various negative elements existing in the school environment. For Nisha*, a class 12 student studying in a reputed public school, coming to school becomes a painful ordeal. As a result, she shows a poor attendance and low level of receptiveness in the classroom scenario. She comments, "I hardly want to go to school now, I’m in class 12, and I want to get out of here as soon as possible. My teacher points out at me unnecessarily, I’m already depressed because of my low grades, and even if I don’t get any moral support here, I’m demoralized by my teachers and I hate my classmates. That’s why I frequently remain absent and I will even forfeit the picnic I was so eager to go to, because my heart aches to see how people discourage me".
Moreover, there is a widespread phenomenon of crab mentality existing in practically all schools today. It’s nice to be competitive, and appreciable to try and be better than others, but it is absolutely unethical to put the other person down in order to raise your own selves. This mentality has risen due to a particular type of conditioning and environments imparted to students that pollutes their mindset to a great deal, as a result, we might produce an unhealthy generation in the future because of the presence of such negative inclinations in them. As we’re giving an opportunity for vindictiveness to grow, the impacts are visible in the school going youngsters in their behaviours and attitudes, both the attackers as well as the victims.
Stressful experiences and emotional difficulties resulting from crab mentality are therefore likely to undermine a variety of school-related competencies, including academic motivation and school engagement, goal orientation, scholastic performance, and school conduct.Crab mentality might also be resulting from low levels of self esteem in students, compelling them to indulge in negative activities and develop destructive mindsets.
Another problem we face today, but are reluctant to talk about is the negative attitudes of teachers towards students. Blame it on the paucity of resources, that leads to shortage of teachers today, we can observe a crowd of teachers ready to tarnish the students’ futures by virtue of their polluted mindsets and mean minded games. It might be attributed to commercialization and the lack of dedicated teachers today, but the fact is that the students are losing out because of this, and we’re quite unlikely to raise a good generation in the future since so many anomalies and catastrophes exist at the grass root level.
Let us clearly understand the classroom dynamics to have a deeper view of the scenario. A class consists of three types of students, Dissipaters, Distracters, and Spectators. Dissipaters are the fortunate lot, admired by teachers, and in many cases, the so called teachers’ pets, they receive a fair deal of attention as well as appreciation, the Distracters are the problem creators as is clear from the name, and probably the maximum attention goes to them, because they create the maximum trouble. The most problematic of all the three are the Spectators, quiet, timid, and withdrawn, teachers hardly notice them, and thus, fail to take note of their problems because even they’re hesitant to share or open up. Depression has been linked to a range of negative school-related outcomes, including poor grades, a lack of persistence in the face of academic challenges, and decreased classroom participation. There are many cases of students turning from dissipaters to spectators due to politics and partiality in their school environment. Depression and lack of recognition or encouragement are some factors responsible. Amrita, a class 12 student was an active participant in school activities, but because of the politics of the teachers, she has withdrawn from all participation. A debater, musician, sportsperson, artist, and actor, she stopped participating in school events because her teachers weren’t supporting her. "I really don’t understand what problem my teachers have with me. Just because I’m good in a number of things, everyone is after my life, harassing me, pointing out at me, doubting my caliber, and criticizing me, being jealous of me. And that even includes teachers. So if I’m not getting respect in my school, I will not participate in anything and waste my time. I go for a number of activities outside my school, without letting them know, because I’m not interested in taking any appreciation from people who’re always against me. I hate school, but when I’m outside, I don’t really care."This seems to be a case of the tall poppy syndrome. When a man goes into a field full of poppy flowers, and randomly moves his stick, the flowers that will break off and fall first will be the taller flowers, in the same way, the people who’re gifted and multitalented fall prey to crab mentality, politics and mean mindedness.
Whatever it is, we’re losing out on a stable minded generation and have created a number of possibilities for criminal and unfavourable tendencies in students today, so before it gets too late, let’s create better schools for our kids today so that we can ensure a brighter future for them.

By Pratik Kumar, (VI-A) Army School Birpur


By Prasoon Tomar, (III), Olympus High School


The Red Sky

Cadet Rishav Raj, (VIII), RIMC
My school was the proud host of the Conservation Festival 2009 for the fifth time in succession. Sitting in Thimmayya Hall of my school, the Rashtriya Indian Military College and having listened to prominent speakers like Mr Fuad Lokhandwala and Miss Meeta Vashist, the inspirational muse, quite unobtrusively, prevailed over me and enthused my whole being with ‘The Red Sky’.
Thinking scientifically, I really fail to realize why the sky turns red. Physics-reflection-refraction has never been a cup of tea for me. But I do fantasize a lot and come out with some fantastic ideas.
Well, if God is really there and if heaven exists above in the sky, then my idea, I reckon, is too close to reality.
We humans have a genius brain-really a fancy box. But, we do lack, more often than not, a sensible heed to our conscience. And we go on to offend the Almighty’s laws. We go on, as well, to hurt the ‘mother’ Earth ruthlessly. Well, he is not grandpa that he will bear all, tolerate everything. And when he does get angry, he turns red. Well, it is the radiation, the same influence from the heavens above that turns the sky red.
And when he gets angry or we get harsh, the mother Earth is hurt. Her pain is reflected in the sky above.
So, the next time you find the sky red, just check that nothing is happening around you that may incense God or the God of gods.

Teachers

By Rishab

I have a good school life as I have very good teachers. I like Manu Maam very much. She is my class teacher. She teaches us EVS. I enjoy the subject because she teaches so well. After every chapter we do a project on the topic. She is a helpful and kind lady. She can also play the drum well and makes us do march past.

Surrounding of our school

By Rahul Das, (V)
Our school is in Salan Gaon. It is beautifully located at the foothills of Mussoorie. We have great views of the mountains all over the school. The school is surrounded by forests of Sal, colourful bougainvillea and green fields. The school also has three playing fields and a field with swings for the smaller children. We have pretty flower beds, many flowering bushes and trees like fig, weeping willow, silver oak and pine. If you get a chance to visit us, you will see nature’s beauty. In the month of December you can see the snow sparkling like diamonds in the bright sunshine. Here you will never find anyone cutting trees. It is like heaven on earth.

School is fun

By Akash Joshi
School life at John Martyn is a lot of fun. We take admission when we are 3 years old into the pre primary class. You cry a lot when you are separated from your mother, but when you get a lot of love from your teachers you forget all about home. By then you have made some friends also and start to have fun at school. By the time you have reached Class II, you are well settled in to the school routine. From Class IV our school takes us for trips out of Dehradun. I have been to Delhi, Agra, Amritsar and Jullandar. We see so many places and learn a lot about the history of our country. With the school we have seen the Red Fort, Parliament House, Qutab Minar, Lotus Temple, Taj Mahal and been to the Golden Temple.

School is fun

By Akash Joshi
School life at John Martyn is a lot of fun. We take admission when we are 3 years old into the pre primary class. You cry a lot when you are separated from your mother, but when you get a lot of love from your teachers you forget all about home. By then you have made some friends also and start to have fun at school. By the time you have reached Class II, you are well settled in to the school routine. From Class IV our school takes us for trips out of Dehradun. I have been to Delhi, Agra, Amritsar and Jullandar. We see so many places and learn a lot about the history of our country. With the school we have seen the Red Fort, Parliament House, Qutab Minar, Lotus Temple, Taj Mahal and been to the Golden Temple.

Importance as a village School

By Jyoti Dangwal
Schools in villages are important as children from villages cannot travel very far when they are young. John Martyn Trust School is in Salan Gaon. Children from sixteen villages come here to study. Our school is a very good school. We have very good teachers. We are taught many crafts in school also like stitching, loom work, clay modeling, candle making. We have music classes also. Every Saturday, we have one competition like drawing, poem recital, short play and writing. Our Principal is very good. At assembly she gives us quizzes so that our minds become sharp. I like my school very much.

Doing away with class 10 Boards: not a good Idea!

By Sneha Pande, XI, Convent of Jesus & Mary
Off with boards, on with grades? That’s an unfamiliar territory for a nation that worships the mark sheet. Are the young really cheering? The idea of doing away with the class 10 boards is a sweet nothing, its music to the ears but doesn’t amount to much. The reason the proposed switch over is not getting the young cheering is because this move appears to have created worrying grey areas where a child capable of perfection will never come to know his worth by just adding a + sign to his A grade. He would never be able to tap the fullest of resources given to him by God & would neither come to know that he could have done better.
We talk of easing out the burden on students by formulating this plan but let me tell you friends that if we actually ask the students, parents, and all those experts and committees, we would then come to know that its not the exams at all that the kids worry about, it’s the sheer paucity of opportunities thereafter. It’s the size 0 scale & scope of colleges.
Ironic as it is, but it is a fact that an average Chintu went off to a Chicago university just because he didn’t get through Khalsa College. Melbourne beckons after class 12 because our successful government has failed our students.
HRD Minister Mr. Kapil Sibal comments, "The Indian Education system is a source of trauma for both students and parents". No sir, let me clarify that it is this very Indian education that is recognized worldwide! Moreover, it’s gaining access to the systems at the nursery and college levels that’s traumatic; it’s coping with the dearth of options within the system that’s traumatic!
Let it be known that a student who is pushed to kill herself over low marks will blame herself for a low percentile as well. She is still left stranded.
As far as the trauma is concerned, you are just postponing it for class 12 when it’ll come in a double charged form where a child would have to cope with 2 things simultaneously, the class 12 boards and the apprehension as to what will happen to him after class 12. Now, is this what you call easing out the burden? We need to make ourselves understand that failures are just a delay and not a defeat in life.
Sincerely answer me one question, do you really think class 10 is that difficult? For an average student, given the opportunity and access to education resources of teachers, textbooks, libraries, peer help, class 10 is easy; after all, it’s not some rocket science that we’re talking about. Can we expect a fair decision when it comes to allotting grades when it’ll more or less depend on the facts like my daddy’s big contacts, mom’s excellent rapport with the principal & everyone helping the pool and gym funds in private schools?
Moreover, many children who are half way lost during their study hours at least become alert during boards. Boards also help in dealing with a slightly pressurized situation at an age when a child is growing up. I think all of you are aware of the fact that Adversity is the mother of invention.
Friends there is something called the +ve stress that gets the best out of us when we’re tried. What about these valuable lessons learnt in life by giving class 10 boards?
Wake up friends; be aware of the fact that we’re only replacing numerals with alphabets by allotting grades. We’re only camouflaging the marks and making them wear new attire! However, the stress remains the same!
More seats, more job oriented vocational studies after class 10, more teachers, more educational resources are what we need!
Uniformity should be in raising the standards of education and not in lowering them!

Special Wool

By Janette
(Janette Biddulph (66) studied at Wynberg Allen in Mussoorie and worked as a warden for 20 years in Reputed School (e.g) Mamta Modern Secondary High School (Delhi), Raja Ram Mohan Roy Academy (Dehradun), Pestle Weed Collage (Dehradun), Col Brown School, Cambridge School (Dehradun) She began writing for children in 1977. She has been living in Dehradun since 1958).
We are a family of six, Mother, Father, three sisters and one brother. I, Joyce am the eldest and have to look after my brother and sister. We go to a school nest to our home. I am in Class VII, sister June in Class IV, Jennifer in Class III and brother William in Class II. I have to help them with their homework and also keep them out of trouble, which isn’t easy, I can assure you. I did as much of the housework as I could; so as to give Mom more time for her knitting; for with the farming Dad did and the knitting Mom did, we just managed to survive.
One evening, an old lady named Pamela came with some very pretty blue wool and asked Mom, "Lady will you please knit me a shawl; but I cannot pay you as I am very poor." My mom looked at her clothes and asked. "May I call you by your name?" The Old Lady nodded and mom took the wool from her and said, "If you will come back in one week’s time your shawl shall be ready for you." Mom held the wool out to me and said,
"Take this wool and make it into big balls." The Old Lady halted and said, "Make all the wool into ONE big ball; keep it in a bag while knitting." Smiling at me she left. It being a school, I immediately sat, and started unwrapping and wrapping the wool. Oh! It was so soft that sometimes I would halt and rub the wool against my cheek and wish, "I would love to have a sweater of this wool; but it is our luck to only have the remains of all the wool that the owner does not want back. Sometimes, they gave mom the balance,
especially if it was only a small amount left. Mom would mix all the wools and make us sweaters which were very jazzy. I am not cribbing, for they did really look good as mom matched the colors very well."
That night, mom took the BIG ball of wool; the ball was really quite big; she started knitting the shawl for Pamela, the old lady. Mom’s knitting needles seemed to fly and within two days the shawl was ready. Mom had made the shawl nice and big; it was long and broad so as to cover and protect Pamela from the cold. It was beautifully knitted and mom was happy with the work
Joyce just put this round your shoulders for I want to see how it looks; Oh! It looks lovely on you darling, may be some day I will be able to knit a shawl like this for you. Do you know that I had no difficulty in knitting this shawl, as the wool was so very light, in fact I’d say it was feather weight." I stood for a little longer, then removed the shawl from my shoulders and folded it; and put it away for Pamela. "Joyce, put this wool with the shawl, so that I don’t forget to return it.
Pamela came on the seventh day, mom gave her a cup of tea which she drank; then mom told me, "Joyce go and bring the Shawl for Pamela. I do hope you will like it for I
knitted it in just two days." I brought the shawl along with the remainder wool and handed it to Pamela; who opened it and spread it round her shoulders, then said with a smile, "This has been knitted beautifully, even though I had told you that I couldn’t pay you. I shall tell all my friends to come to you, and they will pay you very well." Pamela got up wearing the shawl and left. I saw the bag containing the wool lying near the chair, I thought, "She does not want this wool." Mom saw me looking at the bag and said, "Joyce go, run and return that wool to her for she may need it, for it is a big ball; I seem to have used hardly any wool , in knitting her shawl." I ran as fast as I could; but at first couldn’t see her, I halted and looked round for her; then I spied her some distance away. I wondered how she could have reached so far in such a short time. I managed to catch up to her and said, "Mam, you left the remaining wool behind, please take it."
She smiled, and put her hand on my head saying, "I left it for you and your family. Tell your mother to first make you a sweater or shawl, then make a cardigan for herself; your younger sister too can have a jersey; then your brothers, but before making anything for your brother and father, she must wash the balance of the wool, while it is still in the water to take the name of any color and the wool will change to that color." I stared at her, thinking, "Is she mad? How can the remaining wool from the shawl make us all cardigans and sweaters. THANK YOU MAM," I said politely, and took the bag back home, and there I told mom all that Pamela had said.
Mom took the bag and sat down to knit me a shawl; this shawl also finished in just two days time; I was so happy that I danced round, and round the room; thanking the Lady in my heart for giving us the wool. Shawl finished and mom looked in the bag and guess what?" The ball of wool was still as big as first. Mom knitted a cardigan for June and also for Jennifer. Both sweaters were made nice and big; then she knitted one cardigan for herself. The ball of wool was still as big as before.
Mom washed the wool, dried and rolled and rolled it as told by the Lady. The color had changed to light brown; now she knitted one jersey each for father and son, even after knitting these, there was still lots of wool left.
A few days later a young pretty woman came and asked mother to knit a sweater for her, but said, "I haven’t the time to go and buy the wool. Will you please buy a dark green shade of wool and make me a closed sweater with a high neck and also a cap. I will pay you well if you make a good job of it."
Mother washed the wool and repeated, "Dark green, the shade the lady wants," and sure enough, the wool became dark green. Mother knitted the jersey and cap and believe it or not; THERE WAS STILL WOOL LEFT.
The Lady came and on seeing the jersey and cap, exclaimed, "How pretty this set is, just the color I had wanted, the fit too is perfect." She stood some time in front of our mirror and admired herself. She paid well and above all she sent many more women to mom to have cardigans, pullovers, jerseys and even two coats.Mother started earning good money, for all whom came, paid well for their sweaters etc. Mom saved money and bought one knitting machine, and with this we earned more and, we were all happy and contented.
It took mother about five years to save enough to buy a two roomed flat.
I must tell you that the Lady, Pamela came, wearing the shawl knitted by Mom. I ran and prepared snacks for her, which I served. She ate and drank; then smiling asked,
"Joyce now do you believe that all your cardigans, jerseys, pullovers and shawls were knitted in one ball of wool? Now dear, I have come for that ball of wool; since you are now comfortable off; all due to your mother’s hard work and honesty. Now there’s another person in need of my bal of wool." Mom thanked her with tears in her eyes, saying, "You have really helped us such a lot, that I shall always remain grateful and shall try to help others less fortunate than ourselves." Mom handed the ball of wool in the bag to Pamela, the old lady.
It is now ten years since we returned the wool and now we have a nice big house. I am now married but spend most of my time with mom, still helping her roll her wool into balls, even knitting a sweater or two by hand, while I am also learning how to use the knitting machine. Children, please do remember that HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY. If mom had listened to me, we wouldn’t have received that SPECIAL BALL OF WOOL would we?

November 3, 2009

By Ishaan Kumar,(V), Little Flower School


The Exciting Life & Times of Rustam- III

By Ashima Bhardwaj
Previously:
Rustam arrives at Sir Bruno’s mansion to escort him to the get together. For reasons unknown to him, he is attacked by Sir Bruno. Rustam runs for his life and Sir Bruno follows him all the way outside the gate. Then he smiles.
‘Well done my boy! Well done!’ I had no idea what he was talking about. ‘You are smarter than my assessment of you.’ I still had no idea what he was referring to.
The puzzled look on my face made him explain the whole thing.
His master was not home today and so his assistant had no intention of taking him outdoors for a walk. Usually, his master would make sure that he was taken outdoors to play and work himself out in the grounds the whole evening before being brought back in, in time for his supper. He would pretend to play in the grounds and then use an exit he had made in the boundary hedge to attend the Council Meetings. He had planned to do the same today.
If his plan was successful as usual, then he would have been waiting for me outside the gate instead of me having to go through all the ‘distress’ as he called it.
He barked all afternoon to be taken out, but the assistant would not pay attention. By the time he was being brought out, I showed up. That was when the ‘brilliant idea’ struck him. To attack me.
This would make the assistant feel that he was just chasing a stray dog out of the mansion and my presence would not be questioned. Also, he would be pretending to chase me but get himself out along with me too.
From which perspective this idea seemed brilliant, I had no clue. But what mattered was that it was his. The same thing could have been done with a little more warning or…well, we were both outside and he was proud of me. He thought I was smart because I had understood his plan and co-operated fully.
Hah! I thought to myself. Smart. Now he thinks I’m smart. Wait, till he gets to test it.
‘Did you just say something, my boy?’ He asked. His deep growl brought me back to reality. ‘Uh, no Sir. I was just wondering which would be the shortest and the safest way to escort you to the venue.’ I said without making eye contact.
‘Such a good point, boy. That assistant might look for me, though I doubt if he would bother.’ he said, again with the deep growl.
Or maybe the assistant is just too smart and knows that no dog would run away from such a luxury that Sir Bruno had. So he would come back on his own and he had to take no pains at all, I mumbled to myself.
It was that time of the day when it just begins to get dark, but is already dark enough for you to see shadows. The venue for the get together was the biggest tree in the City Park. It was a … tree with the biggest branches, a cool shade and the loneliest area of the park. A perfect setting for camaraderie.

By Anuj Kumar, (VII-A), Army School ,Birpur


By Aanchal Vohra, (VI), Olympus High School


By Aanchal Vohra, (VI), Olympus High School

A Josephite's Life in 2050

By Chaitali Sinha, XI, SJA
The world is evolving..we are changing. The horizons of our knowledge and imagination are increasing at unimaginable paces.Robots are slowly being introduced into our lives in subtle manners..soon to enlarge. A massive technological revolution is taking place in our lifetimes-Robotics,Nanotechnology,Genetic Engineering and so on..So much is changing each da,50 years later seems an unimaginable scenario but now.. - A Josephite’s Life in 2050
Today the students seem less visible than what they carry..Our bags – - our bags also known as rucksacks..Can you imagine them fitting into your pockets? Well,that is a coming reality! Nano-hard disks will soon carry all our curriculum putting all the school bag shops out of business!
One of the times looked forward to during a regular school day is our Interval where all of us transform into 5 yr olds again and eat the samosas and tiffin with great relish energizing our drained minds yet again..
The future – Vending machines in place of our beloved canteen giving small little pills labeled as ‘Samosas’ ‘Bun’ and so on..but as soon as we would put them into our mouths,they would give the taste and energy of the actual thing!
The ever-alert security guards guarding our school gates..replaced by robots functioned to do the same!
Today if a child bruises himself he is treated by our caring school nurse but in the possible future,the child goes to a machine – enters his injury information and voila! A robotic hand treats the place where he is hurt.
We learn to lose our fear of monsters under the bed,darkness but the thing that forever creates fear within us are – Exams! A probable way of conducting exams instead of the usual method would be – The papers would be sent to each laptop where the student would type out the answers and they would freeze all other applications to prevent cheating.
One thing that will always remain would be Homework Excuses! Here are some possible ones –
My dog ate my homework replaced by Virus DogXE1 ate my homework.
I thought we didn’t have to submit it today! Replaced by My hard disk was full.Another nail-biting event for the student is the Parent-Teacher Meeting. Unknown criticisms await us..but now instead of the dreadful,silent car ride our parents would be able to talk to the teachers using our laptops. Video conferencing would be a general thing with messages popping on the teacher’s laptop – Mr. A is calling you.. etc.
When I was writing this,I thought would school really be needed after 50 years? – there might be a possibility of chip implantation in babies which would immediately give them all the information present or e-learning but like in Alice in Wonderland,Alice says..’The more things change,the more they remain the same’
Even 50 years from now,when technology would be unrecognizable, the gist of humanity and society would not change for man’s greatest need is socialisng and learning from each other,not just assimilating all the information present in the books.