The Person I Admire A.P.J.Abdul Kalam

By Rahul Das, (V)
John Martyn Memorial School

I like Abdul Kalam very much. He is also my role model. He was born in a fisherman’s family and who knew that one day he would become not only a nuclear scientist, but also the President of India.
In his childhood everyone in his class including his teacher hated him because he was a Muslim, but pushing all this aside he only thought of his aim. He wanted to become an air force pilot. He took training from many places. There was a vacancy for eight pilots and sadly Abdul Kalam was listed ninth, so he never became a pilot. But he did not lose hope and continued studying and working hard to eventually emerge as one of the leading scientists of our country and one of the best Presidents we’ve had. I too want to become an air force pilot and if I follow in Mr. Kalam’s footsteps I hope that I too will achieve my aim.

'So wrong...'

By Ashima Bhardwaj
She was so wrong
so wrong about him,
There ain't no song
no song about them.
Too many stories
yet theirs remains unspoken,
Too many injuries
yet the heart remains unbroken.
Tears blur every view
the soul becomes poorer,
One more pain to go through
she knows the touch will linger.
He cared too much
that's what she thought she knew,
But the truth was such
love wasn't meant for you.
Those moments bewilder
the tales of yore,
He tells her he loves her
then knows her no more.
If waiting to hear from him
is a crime, then she's guilty,
If wanting to feel his touch
is a sin, then she's guilty.
Days melancholic, unfolded
nights of longing, untied,
Tell her, O Lover
how can her tears be uncried?

What Do You Think About Gandhiji?

By The Students of Summer Valley School

He was a man who changed the course of history with the simple tools of peace and non-violence. (Navodita Kandari)
To me, he was a Mahatma. He was the symbol of peace and non-violence, a great man who fought for his country. (Rajeshwari Panwar)
A man of knowledge, the embodiment of love, an ocean of patriotism, a sea of humanity and possessing the most powerful weapons of truth and non-violence. (Sugandha Khaitan)
He was an ideal person for every Indian, a soul believing in truth, peace and non-violence. (Rhythm Dua)
A fire that burnt away the impurities of India. (Zaara Hussain)
A great person with a pure soul and heart, he always followed the path of truth.
(Saumya Bhatt)
A man of high principles. (Unnati Nautiyal)
A simple and peace loving person who can never die in our hearts. (Saumya Khanduri)
A moral force born of truth and non-violence. (Shweta Sirohi)
A freedom fighter who could do anything for his country. (Ankita Gupta)
A National Hero. (Aishwarya Singhal)
Apostle of non-violence. (Yagya Dalakoti)
A person who believed in simple living and high thinking. (Nidhi Pundir)
A true revolutionery. (Karnika Deo)
A man who believed in non-violence and freed our country from the British.
(Shaista Khan)
A great freedom fighter. (Diksha)
The ideal freedom fighter who won independence for India.
(Shabnam Yasmin Choudhury)
A true freedom fighter, a National Hero and the Father of the Nation. (Richa Choubey)
Father of the Nation. (Priyanka Rana & Preeti Painuly)
A person who believed in peace and non-violence. (Aparna Bartwal)
A great personality, an apostle of peace and love. (Shreya Kandari)
Inspiration for Indians. (Vidhika Bhardwaj)
A man of simple living and high thinking. (Beenu Virmani)
A "mahapurush". A true mentor for all Indians. (Shria Bhatia)
A pioneer of the non-violent struggle for freedom. (Shivani Nautiyal)
A noble and pure soul full of humanity. (Vertika Singh)
Gandhi Ji, best known as "Bapu", symbolized the common man of India. (Sonali Bhandari)

The Dream of My Life

By Nikita Jhinkwan, (IX)
Him Jyoti School
The dream of my life
A theme of my life
Which never gets polluted?
But ever gets saluted.
To touch the sky
is my dream
To fetch the new generation in the world
Is my occupation
I will do a work
On which everybody will feel conceit
I will do a work
On which everybody will get stimulated

experiments of people who either don't use brains or save money

By Akshat Singh Kaushik, (VII-E)
St. Joseph's Academy

1. A man who saves money when computer fan breaks
His words and his contents are:
Computer Fan Repair
Bucket: Found in the trash
Dictionary: $5 at a garage sale
Leaf-blower: Wife bought it for my birthday
Look on my tech-buddies' faces when they see my sweet new fan: Priceless
Yessirree, folks, instead of following something similar to a handy little repair guide, this computer owner decided to have a go at it all by himself.
Perhaps this fix-it guru didn't have the money to spring for an extra computer fan? It appears as if he just poked around his garage until he found something that would do the trick.
And, wow, look at the size of that thing! Let this be a lesson to you, wayward computers--overheating will not be tolerated.
2. Another story of a man who tries to save money from buying a wireless headset.
his words are:
Cheap, Waterproof, All-Phone-Compatible, Hands-Free Solution
So, you've been looking for a snazzy new Bluetooth headset, have you? Well, let me cut you a deal: I have a hands-free headset that is guaranteed to work with any and all cellular phones--whether they're Bluetooth-enabled or not.
You know what, it might even work with your regular landline phone, too. And it's so cheap, it's practically free. Don't get stuck paying $80 for a Bluetooth device that might not work with your phone--this incredible new device can be yours for only $3.49 per pack for 24 hours no charging required.
And, if I haven't yet convinced you, here's another guarantee: Nobody will ever think you're talking to yourself on the street.
3. AND the last but not the least the homemade computer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
this man builds it for save money and so no one would ever steal it
HE SAYS:
ook at all those fancy case mods, with their snazzy lights and shiny exteriors. We don't need that high-class yuppie stuff here in America--we've got cardboard, a couple of Sharpie pens, and duct tape. (The American Way pretty much always involves duct tape.)
We'll show those snobs what we think of their pretty LEDs and spiffy chrome! Yeah--pure corrugated power! Hey, you'd better write that on the front, just so people know. Sweet. Even if you snobs think we're crazy, there's at least one thing you can't argue with: Nobody's going to steal OUR computer.

Tina and the ghost

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).
Mum so she answered, "O.K. but as from today, you will all stay at home, for both mine and Bob's strength wouldn't have been able to save our Tina tonight. It was Tina, my brave Little Angel who saved all our lives by repeating The Lord's Prayer loudly, then we both joined in and the Bogeyman had to leave, but before he left, he gave Tina a very hard slap which left her screaming for about an hour. Look at her poor cheek, it has turned quite blue."
"I shall make that bully pay for touching my Little Angel. I shall make him beg for mercy. He will be forced to leave this house forever; and will never be able to HARM anyone again. He has toyed with the wrong man." It was the first time in my little life that I had heard Daddy getting angry, he was the kindest, most loving and sweetest person alive. Dad took my hand and went downstairs, he bought a few slices of meat, then went to another shop, where he purchased a live black chicken and two hearts, some gharu, aggarbaties, candles and a few mudden small containers, and last a nice big chocolate for me. All these things except for the chicken was locked in the wall cupboard, I wondered what he had bought the Indian Sweets for, since he hadn't offered anyone. He warned all of us not to touch anything and we promised.
After some tea with a glass of milk for me, we all lay down to sleep and I slept with my father. The Pooja was to be performed tomorrow.
I wanted to do big toilet, so Dad took me and waited till I had finished and was being brought back to bed, when suddenly a whole lot of little men, holding lanterns surrounded us. Uncle ran and brought the prayer beats and tried handing it to Dad, but got pushed away. I called, "Uncle, make the sign of the Cross, then come, for they won't be able to harm you." Uncle did what I had said and managed to reach and hand the prayer mala to Dad. Dad started chanting, but for some time the Little Men with their Lanterns, caught my hand and kept trying to pull me, but I had a good grip on Daddy's pant and held on as tightly as I could., and started praying to Jesus for help, while Dad chanted his prayers. Slowly, ever so slowly the crowd of spirits with their Lanterns vanished one by one, till none were left. Dad picked me up and put me to bed next to himself, saying "EVERYTHING will be ALRIGHT TOMORROW by this time. I promise. Nothing and no one will ever harm my little Tina again.
The next night, after dinner, Daddy made us all sleep in one room. When we were all inside, je took something red [gharu] and made CROSSES on all the doors and windows, especially round the beds, warning us not to leave the room on any account or we could get badly hurt.He drew a round circle with the gharu, took his beads, took the sweets, after lighting the aggarbaties and candles, he placed these things round his circle, the chicken and two hearts he put in the circle, where he now sat with his prayer beads in one hand and a sharp knife in the other.
We could see him through the window; now we waited. Daddy started chanting the prayers at 12.5 am and kept on till my Bogeyman appeared. He looked even bigger to me, in fact he looked like a Giant but when my Dad stood up, the Bogeyman didn't look so frightening. Dad spoke first, Tell me what is troubling you, so that I may be able to help." "YOU? I don't need help from anyone, what help can you give me? I shall do whatever I want. Go away or I shall kill you all." Dad laughed this seemed to make him angry, for he rushed at Dad, but fell back and prepared to rush again. Dad spoke softly, "I am only requesting you to leave my family alone, if you will listen and go away; then I too, won't harm you." "You stupid human, in what way can you think of harming, the most powerful Spirit in this country. If you keep annoying me, I shall walk into that room there and kill everyone? Should I do that?" "Yes, please go right ahead!" Dad threw the words at him. As the Bogeyman walked towards our room, Dad took one heard and called, "Heart of the Evil one die," and he stabbed the heart. The heart of the Bogeyman felt the pain, he halted, then again he would take a few steps, each time the heart was stabbed he felt the pain. The heart was stabbed again and again, till the Bogeyman was crawling towards us.
We were frightened but had faith in Dad, so now we sat on each others beds, waiting and watching for the end.
Dad picked up the other heart and said, "Oh! EVIL SPIRIT, mend your ways and I shall save you a lot of pain and darkness that you rightly deserve. The Spirit cursed and abused Dad who just pierced the heart hard, this time the Spirit scream but kept cursing and abusing and Dad kept digging the knife into the heart. At last the Bogeyman couldn't even crawl, so Dad took the chicken and walked boldly to the Bogeyman, there he cut the neck of the chicken and let the blood flow on him, he lay still, hardly breathing, Dad then cut the chicken's heart out and kept on digging the knife into it till the Spirit started begging for forgiveness, and promising never to harm any of us again. Dad hadn't finished with him yet; Dad ordered him, still in a soft voice, "Oh Spirit if you really want to live, get into this chicken, for this is the only life I can give you because of all the harm you have caused my daughter." He held the chicken out and the chicken trembled in his hand as the Spirit entered it.
Dad now got ajar and placing the chicken in it, sealed the Jar, and buried it under a tree, where no one would walk over it. He even made a Cross and placed it over the buried Jar,
We could all hear the Bogeyman calling out, "Let me go, and I promise to go away, very far away from here. It is very dark here. I have no friends. I promise to make you very rich, ONLY LET ME GO."
Dad sat there and said a prayer for the Spirit's Soul. "I had given you your chance of leaving us in peace. Now you are tied to that place and not even I can release you for the next fifteen years, but I shall pray for your soul. MAY YOU REST IN PEACE." END

Memories of a village fair…

By Anubha Bist, X, CJM

A village fair may not be the perfect destination for most of the city dwellers who amidst their busy schedule consider village fairs insignificant. I belonged to the same category of city dwellers until I got the opportunity to visit a fair in a village called Johri Gaon situated at the foothills of the Shiwaliks.
The very thought of visiting a village fair seemed very absurd to me. But after much hesitation and a tiring half an hour walk, I finally reached the annual Johri Gaon fair. It had been organized by the local village Panchayat for the promotion of handicrafts and rural trade.The entrance to the fair was very captivating as it was lined with beautiful flowers. Intricate rangoli designs decorated with earthen lamps illuminated the passage. As soon as I entered the fair, the ambience and aroma of various traditional delicacies triggered my senses and taste buds. I then headed for a stroll across the lanes of stalls put up by the villagers which made me realize that the fair was indeed a treat for the eyes. The stalls displayed a variety of items ranging from lehangas, scarves, overcoats, caps and gloves to various decorations and handicrafts such as carpets, pottery, jewellery, and other artifacts. The colour schemes and designing of the various articles was unique and mesmerizing. In addition to the stalls, there were numerous sports activities like kabaddi, wrestling, and cock fighting going on in the fair and attracted spectators. The village heads were busy promoting the various commodities that were to be exported. The local dance troupe of the village performed a traditional Nepali dance with one of a kind choreography followed by a group of folk singers who sang melodies that revealed ancient tales connected to the village. The centre of attraction of the village of fair was the Trader’s Welfare section that promoted rural trade among the villagers dealing with cattle, spices, pulses and other food grains. There were various food stalls as well that displayed an array of mouth watering eatables ranging from exotic pickles, finger licking chat and gulab jamuns that attracted the visitors. The villagers were very hospitable and fun loving. The village fair thus served as a hot spot for rural trade to flourish improving the economy of the village.
The visit to the annual Johri Gaon fair was truly a life time experience for me. It did not just prove my ideology about village life completely wrong but also made me experience the rural life, leaving an indelible impression on me.