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THE SECRET OF LIFE
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The secret of life is to
Listen what elders say,
In a size of a bay.
To have some conscience
When we do a scene.
Bade a farewell to anyone we see.
Create a true image of yourself
In the heart of someone himself
By watching you all the time.
Follow the principles of honesty
Follow the principles of peace
Follow the principles of help
Never talk back speech
Write it on the mud of the beach,
Forget it when you’re on the reach*
The secret of life is to
Listen what elders say,
In a size of the bay.
{*reach : here , when you’ll
meet the same person again}
By
Ibthi (Ibthisam)
Class VI A
Rathan Tata (IIT)
Monday, 16 February 2015
The Feast on the train Sequel
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“I can’t believe it”, Bichkun said. The old man with whom
they were friends on the train turned out to be Kalikumar Tarkalanka. Along
with the teacher and the secretary they went to the school.
The witty boy in his anger composed another poem called “The
revenge of the bitter lemon”. When they reached their rooms they shouted,”Kali
you foolish man and cheat. You bribed us with mangoes which we love to eat”.
“What is this”? A voice said. It was the secretary.” Its 10
pm go to sleep”.” We won’t!” shouted Bichkun. “If you don’t then you won’t get
the surprise”. “What surprise?” The boys asked.” Sleep and you will find out tomorrow”,
the secretary convinced.
The next day the boys went to the assembly. “Today is a
special day as our students from this school are participating in the national
singing contest. From our school Bichkun and his friends will participate. I really liked your poetry and the way you
sang boys. You will be great”, said Mr. Tarkalankar.
A week later the boys prepared a song called “the return of
the glowing night”. With the judge examining them they started to sing:
“Smart, boastful, silly, silly, but we are also very witty.
Cool, big and stunning, but undoubtly cunning.
Only we can, can, make you hot even with a fan.
We are all smart, with a great sense of art”.
“Amazing”, the judge said as he gave us the trophy. “This
doesn’t belong to us”, Bichkun announced. Then all the boys gave it to
Tarkalankar sir and said,
“Kali, Kali, Kali, we are really, really sorry.
We are very glad and promise never to be bad”.
By
Shiv Karthik
(Adapted from
Rabindranath Tagore)
Class VII
Netaji Wing
My story – like "The Selfish giant"
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When I was a small girl, every afternoon, as I came from school, I
used to play in the school garden, which was near the Xerox shop in our school.
It was a small, pleasant garden with yellow flowers and green trees. Many birds
built their nests in that garden. It had many play equipments. There was an old
lady who waited for us to come, she had the keys for the gate. When
all my playmates came, she would open it for us. Some years passed. When I
finished my third grade, the management officer told, we should not
play in that garden as it was meant only for kids. Meanwhile the old lady retired
from service. We cherished our happy play times every now and then. One day a
friend of mine found a hole in the compound wall. I crept through it and played
in the garden again. But very soon the hole was closed with some bricks. I missed
the garden very much. Whenever I went to the Xerox shop, I spend some time
looking at the garden. I really miss those happy days and also the kind old
lady who waited for us to come.
G. Aishwarya
Class:6 B
Netaji wing
velammal vidhyashram
Friday, 9 January 2015
Thursday, 8 January 2015
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