Realities Of The World

Rashi Punjabi
8D

Realities Of The World

Discrimination. This world itself can ruin a person’s  life.

Why are some people treated like kings and queens but others are expected to be their slaves ?

 We do live in a democracy but our minds are  still in monarchy .
Whether we agree or not we all help in this discrimination.

Who are these people to judge us by our race,colour,gender or caste. They expect us to tolerate everything but if we do react, we are sensitive?

Racism and discrimination can spoil lives without violence its like a slow poison it is so quite and subtle . Everyone including the government promotes Racism.
Why do all these government forms need to know the caste of people?
If a person goes to buy a house just because of race or caste they are not allowed?

Why is this happening? Aren’t we all equal don’t we deserve equal treatment?The bitter truth is its not our differences that divide us its our inability to reconginise , accept and celebrate those differences


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Tranquillity in the woven distress~ White

Harina Utwani
Grade X

Tranquillity in the woven distress~ White

For the land of Atlanta, covered with dusty warmth
Of the skies too white, spreading all across.
Terribly, as the light spreads, the colours would all fade.
Would it suffice the need for a dainty loss.

For the lilies nurturing right into my soul
While the oodles of daisies feel miles apart
From the part where I would find distress,
Wisteria’s fallen, at no time the misery would depart.

For the swans fluttering solely within.
Eskimo, I would ask to return the favour to obsess.
The Persian moustache, would uphold my imagination.

Left me to the tranquillity in the woven distress.

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The Extras Bringing Out the Extra: Remembering the Forgotten Background Artists

Ananya Kharade
8-A

The Extras Bringing Out the Extra: Remembering the Forgotten Background Artists

A film is recognised by its charismatic leads and its euphonious music… but never by its ‘extras’. No beating around the bush, we all turn the television off the moment the credits roll up because we are intrigued by each second of a film… until the story ends— happily ever after, for the characters, at least. The viewers, on the other hand, have to deal with the teensy, trifling names of the credited people and we all think, ‘Who even puts up with these credits? I mean, I’m out.’ The point is, let’s call a spade a spade. ‘Extras’ don’t get credited enough. The name itself is so incredulously demeaning! And by the way, if you think that playing a background role is a fantastic chance to talk to the literal actors, I am so sorry to break it for you but background artists are strictly prohibited from talking to the actors. So… no encaptivating autographs? Sadly, yes. The disparaging treatment is not only given on-set but we, as viewers, do contribute to it as well. Oh, before you exclaim modestly (or rather, mendaciously) that you never shamed an extra, recall all the times you found such jobs menial, whether you voiced it out or not. These so-called “inglorious” errands are actually adding all the cinnamon and pepper to the mix and you’ll never even know! Imagine what a laughing stock the actor would look like dancing with no supporting artists! Well, you get the picture. So, what do you do? Uh, no, you don’t really have to rally about it on the streets (let’s hope I didn’t just give maniacs another crazy idea!) but let us all start to change out standpoint! Let us all notice the next time we watch a film and think, ‘Hmm, that artist there has honestly done an incredible job.’ And also, let’s suffer the menace of the credits from this point on because it feels seriously terrible when no one’s interested in knowing that the amazing work you did was done by you (saying from many experiences). You might think that in a world where climate change and global hunger are problems awaiting to be tackled, such problems are a waste of time discussing upon. But I bet, you never felt what’s called as ‘sonder’. A feeling of eccentricity on the realisation that everyone is the lead of their own life, the centre of their own story. And the ‘extras’ are not the ‘extras’ of their story. They too want to be applauded and recognised but we instead choose to devalue their work. The bottom line is, let us make up for all the times we condemned the work by ‘Remembering the Forgotten’.


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COLOURS

Aarchi Chetwani
10-B

COLOURS Like every day and every person, all colors represent a different emotion. Though every color represents different emotions these emotions might be different for each person, for instance, consider the color Orange for one person it might represent power, motivation, and enthusiasm but on the other hand, it also might represent calmness of sunset with the birds chirping in the sky. Colors are divided into two categories warm colors and cool colors. Colors like Yellow, Red, and Orange are used in fire and go under the warm color category and colors like Green, Blue, and Violet go under the cool color category. The earthy green color represents balance, harmony, love, support for one another, and communication with each other. The bright sunny Yellow represents humor, fun, lightness, intellect, personal power, and logic. The lovely red represents vitality, an increase in physical energy, stamina, stability, and passion. The deep blue indigo represents calmness, love, kindness, honesty, love, truth, inner peace, emotional peace, and depth. The Violet represents meditation, universal art, imagination, and intuition. Now that we know what each color represents we must bring all these colors into our life so that it results in a perfect, spot-on painting.


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What are we, where do we belong?

Harina Utwani
What are we, where do we belong?
Shedding our blood for a phase so long.
Blooming out of the dirt, from where we are sure to leave;
Then why do we now thrive on the lands that cleave?
Growing up they taught; siblings are the people of our domain,
Others’ land of glee are we then meant to drain?
We praise the men locking horns for the realm they secure;
What extent of anguish do you think the mortals would endure?

What are we, where do we belong?
Started with a living, travelling right to wrong.
Growing in an empire, ending up making clans,
Waging wars for power, so brutal were our plans!
Needs made us beg for peace, officially we were sundered with hate;
Are we unknown of our departure which brings us to a parallel fate?
Are we still alive or just running away from humanity so illusory?
We hang our hats and devour our dine under a barbaric advisory.

What are we, where do we belong?
Searching for the lost answers with an urge so strong.


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Space (day 2)- “DEEP SPACE”

Harina Utwani

Space (day 2)- “DEEP SPACE”

“How would you describe a word like space?” asked the slender woman standing on the wooden stage covered with red velvet curtains and decorations, as she saw the lights brimming over all the young people sitting on the seats that seem to have no end after they began from the first row. There was silence for a few minutes before the lady spoke again. “I am waiting! I will ask some students randomly so you all better be ready with your creative answers.”

The lady waited for a few seconds and pointed towards a short, plump girl with dusty brown pigtails, and continued, “The one with cute ponytails. Yes you.” The girl fumbled for a couple of fractions, blushed and stood up, taking the mic that was passed to her by the helpers standing on every second block.

“Good evening, Ms. Wales. I am Eve from grade nine. Umm, I would define the word space as something I can occupy. Uh like say the stage you are standing on. There is a lot of SPACE up there for me.” Eve explained as she smiled up at the judge like she had won something great.

The judge gave her a little smile and continued with her session, “Okay…. so something that you can occupy. Fine….. Next is you- the guy with black, dazzling spectacles.” she pointed towards a thin, handsome boy who wore gigantic, black spectacles.

“I am Jonah. I would describe space as something that no one has occupied and neither is supposed to be occupied. An area much needed for survival. Like there is space between the seats. If I remove the spaces, the seats would feel suffocating.” He said and the chain continued.

“I am Aron. As a developing scientist, I would like to describe space as something that starts where the orbit of the Earth ends.  somethings that is made up of galaxies and planets, something that has no ends for researching.”

“I am Nina, I would describe space as something I have always wanted mentally. Like, don’t disturb me cause I really need some space to breathe.”

“I am Jessica. I would describe space as privacy, like yes, please give me some space to live my own life and don’t ever dare to come into my space where I would be totally uncomfortable.”

After so many answers, Ms. Wales finally showed up a hand indicating everyone to stop as she exclaimed, “Look at everyone of you! So many answers I would be opening a questionnaire on Instagram and close the session right away.” everyone started laughing.

As there was enough silence for the mindfulness of a human mind, Ms. Wales continued, “Perspective.” She asserted. There was so much silence, it felt as though everyone had actually travelled into the orbit of space.
“It’s all a matter of perspective. Some described space as something you occupy or don’t want to fill in. The other students said it would be the space that physics describes and some described space as something needed mentally for survival. It’s the same with problems, obstacles, difficult situations and life. It all depends on the way we look towards certain things and you can never blame someone for not understanding your words, situation or mindset. Everyone has a different mindset and approach towards different things.”

There was a sense of shock, surprise and realization on everyone’s face. And suddenly everyone started clapping. Ms. Wales chuckled and came closer to her mic. “It only got us thinking into one place.” she stated with sarcasm.

“Deep space.”

 


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Realisation

Tejas Srivastava
9B

Realisation
Every student in this world should have atleast one phase of Realisation
because it is the turning point of a student or any person. Many student
follow the same routine, but they have no idea that Why are they are doing
this? What’s the point in living with no goal? When a student realises he
understands that the time devoted in past on studies or any other work
was not having a clear goal or a fire for working on it which is most
important. When a student realises, he gets a fire motivation to accomplish
any impossible task to possible. This realisation phase happens when you try understanding your life goals, purpose of life, how you can create an impact in the society? What value addition you can do? At that stage you will start growing and then there is no way looking back to your past. Just focusing on future for this nation.


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Is Humanity even alive?

Aarchi Chetwani
9D

Is Humanity even alive?! I always adore animals more than humans because no matter what happens even if you are on your death- bed they will always stay with you, no matter how poor are you or no matter how crazy you are they will neglect the negative qualities of your and cherish the positive one. Even in your worse time when no one is there with you they will be the once to wipe your tears. Yesterday, I was scrolling my social media which was full of tiny little cute puppies and kittens but I after the most heart- warming video of a cat, I got a post of a dog being beaten by a drunk man, the dog appeared black and white but the white marks on its body had turned red. The dog was counting its last breaths and screaming for help , in the video the there was a woman seeing the man beating the dog terribly but she didn’t stop him instead she was just standing there and enjoying it as if some movie was played. Despite making numerous laws in order to prevent cruelty towards animals, they aren’t being enforced properly. People still continue to target powerless, speechless animal. There must some call of action or else people like them are a threat not only to animals but to us also. That is why I request each one of you to spread awareness in your neighborhood and if you notice anyone in your surrounding practicing such terrible activity please inform your parents and ask them if they can speak to that person.


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Blinking Cursor…Thoughts getting Digitalized

Ved Joshi
XII A

Blinking Cursor…Thoughts getting Digitalized

It has been 50 years since we have started documenting soft copies of texts. Before the digital revolution, information, literature, and records were documented as hard copies. It is no surprise to expect damages due to their bulk and fragility. But how elegant is the paradigm today! Every piece of information can be stored in an unlimited virtual space. The great thing is that it cannot be “destroyed”, instead, it just can be compressed to a thin array of binary numbers. There is one thing to ponder upon though: Our last words. There is a slight chance that someday, if we sent our last words into the space, a being would intercept our last words. Last words can be quite powerful. The last words would be the digitalized text, the final statement, the whole mankind has been leading up to.

Imagine a scenario: A being visits the post-apocalyptic earth, where humans have destroyed themselves. He reads the texts on a computer which has documented every book, articles, speech, and debate. Those texts would be like digitally fossilized warnings. They would reveal a lot about how humans lived, communicated, and progressed with extreme detail. The text would represent the whole humanity.

Today, it is very hard to decipher the ancient texts due to their fragility. That wouldn’t be the case for the future generations, if it weren’t for the technology we have right now. In the next 1000 years, if humans ever want to look back at us for means of references, they can retrieve the exact philosophy, thinking, and psychology we possess right now. They may know a lot about the history than we do about our own. The potential of digitalized thoughts is rather fascinating. The thoughts by the writer can be preserved with extreme details and authenticity. The future generations may need not invest time in interpreting like we do right now. It is said there are two deaths: The first where the body ceases to function and second when someone calls your name for the last time. The digitalized thoughts are, as if they represent the immortality of our mind.

But what if our thoughts are destructive? A true horror would be the dystopian state of the society resulting due to our thoughts actions. In that case, people in the future reading our thoughts and ideas would regret for our actions. We possess the intelligence, which can achieve things like mathematics, engineering, computers, genetics, physics, etc. Our thoughts should be induced by the blinking cursor of sustainability, values, humanity, and progress. An ideal state of the society would be when our thoughts would have existential significance and not dystopian horror.

 


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The blinking cursor…thoughts getting digitalised

Riya Hirwani
XII A

The blinking cursor…thoughts getting digitalised

Earthlings often took it for granted,
For never did they understand its value,
Until now that it is temporarily unfortunate,
A cry of pain was only what I could hear!

It was two years ago, they carried bags, really heavy as I could make out, they called it their school bags; went to this building, they called it their BK Birla Public School; read these huge books; played at the playground and probably it was their favourite place in that whole area. I never understood why was that playground and that one extra PT period so important to them, it brought a lovely smile on each child’s face. One tiffin box belonged to the entire class, that seat beside a friend was more important than the one near the window, that day without a friend was so upsetting, that one substitution in the day was better than any other lecture and that building was more like a home to them.

Surprisingly, one sudden day, no child came to that building, no bells, no noise, absolutely nothing. After a few days, I saw that all these children who went to their school, sat at their homes in front of these differently sized boxes which they called their laptops, computers, mobile phones, tablets and what not! I never saw that expression on their faces as it was that day. All with mixed emotions. After that day, they never met their friends, never played at the grounds, just stayed at home.

But, that building, their school, had taught them to never give up and make the best of what they had. The children took these words very seriously, they mastered using those differently sized boxes and helped their teachers learn it as well. Gradually, I could see them getting accustomed to it. They started to come up with amazingly awesome ideas. Those lectures started to attract these children. I could see each child taking a little more effort each day. With the help of their teachers, they showered rainbows of thoughts and made their teachers and the school proud. The students ideated and lead projects and awareness programmes that could help the suffering in their world, donated things, created digital arts, did exciting new courses and most importantly with the help of their teachers, principal and other staff, they successfully organised all their school functions and programmes online, on those differently sized boxes, digitally. Ergo, I could see their cursor blinking and their thoughts digitalised!

Earthlings often teach me,
To never stop trying,
For even in this unpropitious situation,
A laughter of success is only that I can feel!

(This blog is written from the perspective of an alien who is fascinated by the entire idea of a school which is only built on Earth and no other planet.)


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