November 10, 2009

Memorable Incident

By Sapna, (IX),
Him Jyoti School
I was 11 years old and in school the day this incident took place. A friend came into my class and asked me to rush home as something had happened to my father. I was scared and could not think or move. My teacher gently said to me that I should go home and see what had happened. When I reached home, there was a huge crowd gathered. I pushed aside the people and walked into the house. And there was my father lying very still on the bed and family members around him were crying. I had no words to say to my mother. The only thing I kept asking was, “What happened?” Nobody answered me as all were too grief stricken to talk. I felt my life too had finished and would never be the same again.

Memorable Incident

By Komal Arya, (IX), Him Jyoti School
The memorable incident in my life was when my maternal uncle stepped into it to lend us a helping hand and changed our lives forever. Painstakingly he would help my mother whenever she needed help. He supported her in every moment. He gave me knowledge and loved me like his own daughter. He fulfilled all my desires and gave me a lot of joy. He inspired me to have an aim in life and made me promise that I would work hard and put in all my best efforts towards achieving my goal. I can only repay him by being sincere towards my work and making him proud of me one day.

Memorable Incident

By Sonali Negi,
Diksha Mishra,
Ankita Bartwal & Shilpa Bartwal,
(IX), Him Jyoti School
The most memorable incident of our life was when we were selected for the Him Jyoti School. Our joy knew no bounds when we discovered our dream of joining an English medium school had come true. This changed our life dramatically. When we had first heard about the school we were happy as only a great man like our Governor Sir could think of educating girls, that too from a rural background. He was giving the girls a golden opportunity to fulfill their dreams and ambitions.The school atmosphere is very different from our previous school. The teachers here are very talented. They help us to overcome our difficulties. They have made us more confident. Our school gives us so many facilities and in return we should make the school proud of us by working hard and achieving. If other citizens of our country start thinking like Governor Sir, very soon nobody will be left uneducated.

Lets Ponder Children Learn What They Live

By Kajal Himalion, (VII-A)

Rajiv Gandhi Navodaya Vidhyalaya


If a child lives with CRITICISM

He learns to CONDEMNIf a child lives with HOStILITY

He learns to FIGHTIf a child lives with RIDICULE

He learns to be SHYIf a child lives with SHAME

He learns to feel GUILTYIf a child lives with TOLERANCE

He learns to be PATIENTIf a child lives with ENCOURAGEMENT

He learns to be CONFIDENTIf a child lives with PRAISE

He learns to APPRECIATEIf a child lives with FAIRNESS

He learns JUSTICEIf a child lives with APPROVAL

He learns to like HIMSELFIf a child lives with ACCEPTANCE & FRIENDSHIP

He learns to find LOVE in the world

The most memorable incident in my life

By Saniya Malhotra, (VI),

St. Joseph's Academy

Just two three months ago I had filled a form for ‘Horlicks wiz kids’ and later got a call from them and they asked me some aptitude questions. From all over Uttarakhand only two kids had to be selected and I was one of them! I had qualified the state level and now was going for the zonal finals to Chandigarh. There were about 2500 students participating in different events and then a few of them were selected for the final round. In this round two of us from Uttarakhand were also present. After a few rounds the winners were announced and I was pleasantly surprised to here my name as one of them. Now I am to represent the entire north zone along with another girl from Chandigarh in the ‘South Asian finals to be held in Bangalore from the 10th to 15th November. The organizers in this competition told us that if we are good then we must give something to our society to make our nation a better place. Thus to share joy and happiness with the under privileged children we had to do a project on child rights. I am working on the right to recreation and expression and have named my project RANGEEN KHWAB. Actually I am finding doing this project more like fun than work. For this project I have been visiting many places where the children who are not so privileged study or live. I made them colour, dance, and showed them magic tricks to entertain them. Even doing this made me feel that I am a very lucky girl and have the best things ever. I live in a clean environment, have clean food. I have learned to be happy with all the things I have and will remember this experience all my life. Warm Regards,Saniya Malhotra.

Victories as memories: Do they really matter???

By Aishwarya Sharma, (XII),
Convent of Jesus & Mary Memorable experiences come with a number of assorted nuances. For some, it might be standing first in class, for some, winning a race, for others, winning scholarships or medals, getting a new vehicle, winning a competition. It’s nice and easy to achieve success, even easier to remember it, but doubly difficult to maintain it. We have chronicles of achievements piled up at our residences, for some, these are the storehouses of their ego and conceit, while for some; they’re the evidences of their happy times. We have so many sportspersons in our nation winning medals every now and then in some or the other event or competition. It’s nice, I appreciate it. I totally do, but there’s another reality existing today. The same medal claimers are the ones who live in utter poverty, misery and ignominy today. A national level athlete who won medals in the Asian Games some time back was pushed into flesh trade as she had to fend for her children and she had lost her husband too and there was no one to help her out. We very well know of what happened with our star Olympian athlete PT Usha. Despite having a big snap right there at her spot of accommodation and having a status as she has, she was denied a separate accommodation. There are millions of examples today of people who’ve won gold silver and bronze medals at various national, and international level events, who have sold off these very medals to afford a square meal a day. This is the state that our people are in despite achieving momentary success. Who cares? The memory still lives on…For some, winning prizes fuels their ego; they remember all this for the rest of their lives. Without forgetting to showcase their self proclaimed status of being prize winners, some of them resort to putting others down, while some get into the habit of becoming too overconfident and losing out on their future achievements and endeavours. This piece of writing is not meant to degrade people who win prizes, what I mean to say here is that these are not the only things in life, and lets not get carried away by receiving a mere artefact of metal in front of a crowd by some so called eminent person. Prizes are believed to be sources of honour and pride for people, the fact is that today many corrupt people too receive awards and mementos by famous personalities, while many of those who are diligent and genuine, get nothing out of it afterwards. They anyways have to struggle hard. Even if they win all those prizes and credit themselves to fleeting glory and fame, it all has to vanish someday and they have to work their butts out with things in life. And the unfortunate reality is that others don’t really remember what prize or award you received during some phase of your life. They don’t really care. And I can prove it to you...Name the last five winners of the Nobel Prize, any category you like or remember; Name the recipients of the last five Filmfare Awards for Best Actor; Name any five winners of the Best Actor Oscar; Can you answer all these questions?? Finding hard?? I know why...Now try answering these questions...Name five people who have helped you in times of distress; Name five friends who have encouraged you; Name five people who have given you effective advice; Easier, isn’t it? Memories are made not by materialistic achievements but by selfless poignant efforts. People might not remember what award you won, but they will surely never forget that you helped them once when they were in need. Applause dies out, trophies gather dust; what remains behind is the fact that we helped someone when they needed a helping hand. When I help someone climb a hill, I get nearer to the top myself. So, in which list are you???????

Mother

By Anjali Negi,
Rajiv Gandhi Navodaya Vidyalaya
When I opened my eyes in this world I saw a face.The face who sings to me in night her voice is like the humming of bees. Whose hair are charming her eyes are bright with the unending depth of seas.Who plays with me who cooks me food who told me what is wrong or right who cheers me up when I am not in mood who guides me through darkness to light the face is what we call mother.