FUTURE SELF

Arpitaa Sunil Ahuja
VIII – D

FUTURE SELF
I want you to be different than yourself now,but not the same as everyone else as you see.
Tell yourself to be better,not because you want to be better than someone else.
Mould into your shape, but not in the same mould everyone uses to grow.
Aim in the direction your path follows, but not what your friends follow.
Allow yourself to have setbacks,but do not be scared of what set you back in the first place.
See the same goal that I have today,but not in the same spot that I am looking at it from now.
I want to recognise you, but not feel as if I am looking at the mirror once again.
I know you will be humble, but not crumble under the pressure that your past self has put on you.
You will thrive at your own pace as a winner of your own race,but not win to gain glory or fame.
I will see you,but not in physical or in present time.
At that time you will exceed what I have dreamed for years, but do not forget me because I am where you started and the voice of encouragement in your ears.


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EVER…

Arpitaa Sunil Ahuja
VIII – D

EVER…

Wherever the TOMORROW is It’s already a YESTERDAY Somewhere else.
Whenever the WATERS fall in Love with the SINKING ships Some of us have to drown to live. WHOEVER asks About the DEATH of STARTS We tell them about the BIRTH of ENDS.


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A Writer’s Soliloquy

Tejashree Sonawane
X – B

A Writer’s Soliloquy

Like every other supposed writer, I have been posed with the question ‘Why do you write?” I find it extremely difficult to answer this vague question. I can never seem to fathom my thoughts. Well, I can always try. Writing has this particular quality that attracts me to it. Writing in human form is a person who is immeasurably charismatic and has something magnetic about it while at the same time, is enigmatic. The mere art of writing fills me with this indescribable zeal which makes me doubt the existence of this universe. When I write, I feel this extreme rush of energy and vigour gushing through my veins. I love the way my heart takes a leap when I finish writing a rigorous poem, when I have penned down all my thoughts on paper. No matter how illegible, how messy it might be, it’s my mess- I made it. This sense of personal belonging is what I strive for. This is what makes writing a powerful and possibly the reason why people love poetry. Often amount of times I have been told that all writers and poets are broken inside. It is this brokenness of ours which sets us apart from venerability other races surviving on this Earth. This brokenness is like a persistent sound which will keep resonating even after the traumatic experience is over. But isn’t this what happens to everything around us? Whatever we write stays in this world forever; now be it in the innocent hearts of children or in the wisdom of the departed. Amidst all this beautiful chaos, we forget to appreciate the fact that every word we write on a piece of paper, we are leaving a legacy behind which will stand the test of inevitable oblivion; even if we turn oblivious ourselves. But the real question is – Will we forget how broken we are? It doesn’t really matter. As Ernest Hemingway once said-‘We are all broken. That’s how the light gets in.’


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2k19

Nidhi S. K.
9 – A

2k19
It’s the cycle of life.. Everything has to pass on. No matter what happens.. Time goes on…. 2k18 passed away.. With memories bold and sweet.. We moved to 2k19. Happy New Year!


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WISHES

Nidhi S. K.
9 – A

WISHES
I encapsulated my hubris.
I perished my thoughts,
I perjured myself.

An enticing body I enthroned,
I fabled my paradigm.
I radiated pessimism,
I perjured myself.

An ensnaring mind I enthroned,
I conquered ruffian.
I envisaged rapacity,
I perjured myself.


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LITTLE THINGS

Arpitaa Sunil Ahuja
VIII – D

LITTLE THINGS
Someone once told me to always live for little things in life. Live for 5 am sunrises and 5 pm sunsets. Where you’ll see the colours of sky that usually don’t belong. Live for road trips and bike rides with music in your ears and wind in your hair. Live for days when you are surrounded by your favourite people who make you realize that the world is not a cold,harsh place. Live for the little things because they’ll make you realize that this is what life is about, this is what is means to be alive.


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SUN SUN WHERE ARE YOU?

Riddhi Joshi
V D

SUN SUN WHERE ARE YOU?

Sun, sun where are you?
Have you gone to Mercury to swallow it as a whole?
Sun, sun where are you?
Have you gone to Venus, to make it more hotter?
Sun, sun where are you?
Have you gone to Mars, to melt its polar ice?
Sun, sun where are you?
Have you gone to Jupiter, to look at the big red spot?
Sun, sun whre are you?
Have you gone to Saturn, to admire its beautiful rings?
Sun, sun where are you?
Have you gone to Uranus, to see how blue it is?
Sun, sun where are you?
Have you gone to Neptune to give it some warmth?
Oh! wherever you are, you naughty sun,
Do come back to earth!


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Honesty Shop

Zoya Mukri
8-D

Honesty Shop

Honesty shop is an excellent initiative taken by our school which depicted honesty in today’s generation . The main idea of this shop is to find out can money or our greed takeover our value of honesty? In this shop there was no shopkeeper , just a list was put up which displayed the cost price of each and every material placed on the table like pencils,pens,scale, rubber,etc. The amount did not exceed more than 20 rupees . There was a large pink box placed right next to the materials where the students were expected to put the money inside the box for the material they had purchased . This also helped the students to purchase the material they needed for some urgent project . Along with honesty , this also tested the students ability to resist or overcome their inner feelings to steal . This also taught them to be true to themselves . The idea of the honesty shop was really effective for most of the students . Such ideas inspire and change the world.


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Christmas

Zoya Mukri
8-D

Christmas
ooh,ooh Christmas is coming,
santa’s elves and reindeers are running.
I love this time of year,
full of white snow and reindeer.
That special something in the air,
friends and family everywhere.
when everybody is singing, my heart starts jinglelinging Santa is coming to town
all the way from north pole ’cause we got Christmas soul.
Let’s clap our hands we can dance tonight,
if you got Christmas spirit let it shine bright.
Baking the delicious Christmas cookies ,
we will make some memories.
Jingle bells are ringing,
and everybody is singing
“I love Christmas.”


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A TRIP TO MUSSOORIE…

Asmi Momin
IX

A TRIP TO MUSSOORIE…
I was thrilled by the idea and concept of taking school students on an ‘Adventure Camp’ to a mesmerizing place ‘Mussoorie’. I was a part of this extra-ordinarily exciting camp which was held during my Diwali Vacation from 1st to 5th of November, 2018. We were a total of 42 students. Our Journey began at 12:30 pm on 1st November, 2018. Travelling all the way from Mumbai to Delhi, we reached the Delhi Airport at 9:45 pm. We had dinner at the airport itself and then experienced a night journey in a bus from Delhi to Dehradun. From Dehradun, we travelled survey roads to reach our camp, which was at ‘Nature Walks Resort’. At the camp we were divided into two groups – ‘Muddy Monsters’ and ‘Green Grenades’ by the main camp instructor. We were then allotted our cottages. After this, our adventure activities began. Our first activity was ‘Zip Lining’. Simultaneously, we learnt typing different types of knots. Then we headed for ‘Rock Climbing’ and ‘Rappelling’ which were tough but incredible. Then, in the evening, we had ‘Bon Fire’… Here, we enjoyed playing ‘Antakshari’ after having soup in a cold weather.
The next day had a new story to tell. We got up to see a rainy weather in the morning at that cold, chilly place! Wearing our ponchos, we trekked to a temple. Following this, we had another activity ‘Raft Building’. First, the groups were to design their rafts, then, with the collective efforts of our team members, we built our raft using ropes, bamboos, and inflated tubes. And then, there was raft racing in the pool… I loved this activity, though only boys were a part of the race. In the evening, girls and boys played a unique game – AIRHOOPY. This was a kind of basketball played using a rope. We also had a high rope course, bonfire and an unforgettable DJ.
The next day, we had an incredible trek – ‘MAGGIE TREK’. I really liked this concept. After a tiring trek, the team members prepared Maggie on the hill. There were two different pots of Maggie each prepared by one of the groups. We also decorated the serving plates to our fullest using leaves, sticks, flowers, etc. to present our trainers and teachers. Then, we had an activity called ‘Stream Runner’. This was indeed the most adventurous activity of the camp. From ice cold water to slippery stones, we had to overcome everything in the fast running stream. I won’t forget the moment I fell in this stream. After this, we had our last, mysterious and fun activity – ‘Guerilla Warfare’. This included tea making, balloon game and tennis ball game.
There was one weird plant – ‘Bichchhu Booty’, from which everyone had to be aware during the entire camp, since it gave an ‘Itchy and Stingy’ feeling if touched for about an hour.
On our last day, we landed on the Mumbai airport at around 12:50 pm. I’m thankful to the enthusiastic camp leaders and teachers (Selwyn Sir, Sushma Miss and Sapna Miss) who had accompanied us on the camp. The camp gave the lessons of punctuality, team building and confidence.


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