A Teacher: Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow By (SAMUELKUTTY O G, TGT-ENGLISH ) As I look back on the enriching journey of thirty years in the field of education, one truth stands clear—a teacher must be dynamic, ever- evolving, and full of energy to meet the changing demands of time, pedagogy, and learners. From the traditional chalk-and-talk method of yesterday to the digital and child-centric innovations of today, and the promising, inclusive future envisioned by the National Education Policy (NEP) 2020, the role of a teacher has undergone a profound transformation. Yesterday: The Foundation Years Three decades ago, the classroom was a space governed by discipline, repetition, and structure. Teaching was largely teacher-centric, and the focus remained on the transmission of knowledge from the blackboard to the notebook. My early years in this noble profession were steeped in the belief that knowledge was power, and a teacher was the undisputed custodian of it. We had fixed syllabi, limited resources, and a one-size- fits-all approach to assessment and learning. However, even in those days, I recognised that education needed to reach beyond textbooks. I engaged my students in co-curricular activities such as debate, elocution, quiz, One Act plays and sports and Adventure
Activities to develop their personalities holistically. I facilitated youth parliament sessions and social awareness programmes, encouraging students to be not just informed individuals but responsible citizens. It was during these formative years that I was honoured with accolades such as the Malayala Manorama – Air India Pratibha Puraskar, which reaffirmed my belief that passion and perseverance in teaching can leave a lasting impact and also that enabled me to be posted in Embassy of India School Moscow, Russia for three years. Today: Transformation Through Adaptability In the current era, the role of a teacher has shifted from that of a knowledge-giver to a facilitator of learning, a mentor, and a co-learner. This transformation didn't happen overnight. It required a conscious shift in our attitude towards teaching and learning. The modern student is tech- savvy, inquisitive, and exposed to a world of information. To meet their needs, I had to redefine my teaching methodologies and embrace continuous professional development. The pedagogical shift towards experiential learning, critical thinking, and competency-based education compelled me to evolve. I incorporated project-based learning, flipped classrooms, interactive tools, and digital resources to make learning engaging and meaningful. My classrooms became spaces of dialogue, not monologue; exploration, not mere explanation. Simultaneously, I took initiatives to address students’ emotional and psychological needs. I conducted counselling sessions, motivational
classes, and programmes against drug abuse, corruption, and environmental degradation. These were not add-ons but essential components of the holistic education I believed in. My efforts were further recognised through prestigious honours like the Global Teacher Role Model Award and the KVS National Incentive Award, both of which were not just acknowledgments of personal achievement but symbols of the transformational journey teachers are called to undertake. Tomorrow: Embracing the Vision of NEP 2020 Looking forward, the National Education Policy 2020 presents a visionary roadmap for the future of education in India. It emphasizes foundational literacy and numeracy, multilingualism, experiential learning, and a multidisciplinary approach—all of which place the teacher at the heart of educational reform. A teacher of tomorrow must be a lifelong learner, equipped not just with content knowledge, but also with technological proficiency, emotional intelligence, and cultural sensitivity. NEP 2020 envisions schools as nurturing spaces that develop the mind, body, and soul of a child—and to realise this, the teacher must be equally nurturing, adaptive, and inspired. This policy also reiterates the importance of vocational training, career guidance, and life skills education. My earlier initiatives like career conferences, community outreach, and adventure activities now find alignment with national priorities. What was once seen as “beyond academics” is now considered essential.
Moreover, NEP encourages flexibility in curricula and assessments, promoting creativity and innovation. As a teacher, I see this as a golden opportunity to break away from rote learning and foster an environment where every child’s unique potential is recognized and nurtured. The Ever-Evolving Educator To be relevant and effective across changing times, a teacher must: Continuously upgrade skills through professional development. Adopt learner-centred methodologies that cater to diverse learning needs. Be emotionally available and a pillar of strength for students. Engage with parents, the community, and policymakers as equal stakeholders in education. Promote values like secularism, communal harmony, gender sensitivity, and respect for diversity. In my journey, I have seen the magic that unfolds when teachers become mentors, guides, and role models. I have witnessed shy students become confident speakers, rebellious ones transform into responsible leaders, and indifferent learners find purpose and passion.
The Heartbeat of the Nation Teaching is not just a profession; it is a mission. It is the heartbeat of nation-building. When we ignite curiosity in young minds, when we help them overcome their fears, when we guide them through moral dilemmas—we are not just teaching subjects; we are shaping lives. In all these years, if there is one thing that has remained unchanged, it is the enthusiasm and love I feel for teaching. This profession has given me more than awards and recognition—it has given me a sense of fulfilment that no other pursuit can match. I end this reflection with a message for all educators: Embrace change. Let your enthusiasm for teaching shine brighter with every passing year. Be open to learning from your students. Let every challenge be a new opportunity to grow. Because the best teachers are not those who know all the answers, but those who never stop asking questions and inspiring others to do the same. In the end, whether yesterday, today, or tomorrow—a true teacher remains a torchbearer, leading the way through darkness into light. Our Dear and Majestic Soldiers How are you all doing ? Hope you’re doing great. I know you are tired of serving our nation but I know that you do not even have an inch of desire to give up. Serving and protecting a country is a very brave thing which needs self-confidence and bravery. I see and hear about your courageous actions and I feel very proud about the soldiers of our country. Hearing
about your successful operations always gives me goosebumps. I personally do not know you all but I have kept a special place for all of you in my heart, due to your service. You have completed many successful operations and it is truly something to feel gratitude towards. Many have died serving our country and many have sacrificed themselves for keeping our country a safe and secure place. Because of you, me and my family are living happily with freedom and safety. I know and I hope the prayers of all citizens of India have found you. But I can assure you that me and my friends and family’s prayers are with you. With great love, Vishal K.S 9B The Magical Shape That Never Repeats For a long time, mathematicians had a big puzzle. Could you find a single shape that can tile a floor without the pattern ever repeating. The name for this magical non repeating single tile is “einstein tile”. The name came from the German words “ein stein” which means “one stone” or “one tile”. In 2023 the puzzle was finally solved! A group of researchers, led by a man named David Smith found the special shape. They named it “The Hat” because it looked like a hat. It has 13 sides. It is the first know single shape that can cover an entire flat surface without ever making a repeating pattern. This “one stone” is a formerly shape that could tile a plain without any overlaps or gaps, and even if it was stretched out over an infinite space would never repeat the same pattern – and physically can’t be made to repeat. Smith’s Hat is the first such shape found to fit the bill. Scientists study special materials called quasicrystals that have patterns that look a bit like this non-repeating design. This new shape could help them understand how those materials work.
By : Gautham Rahul Class VI – B The World We Share We learn of people, far and near, Of lands and places, we hold dear, Of rivers, hills and cities bright, Where people work from day to night Social Science helps us see, How we live in harmony Different languages, Clothes, and food, Make our world so bright and good! By:Aditri S. VI B
Symphony of Life Life is a stage between birth and death, where you feel happiness, sadness and many other. None have entered without being born, nor left without crossing path with death. You make friends, you lose people, but you move on. In your childhood days - your golden ages, you roam carefree. As you move to adulthood responsibilities pile up, along with other’s expectations. As you try to please others you forget to live. But, in the end you are just a pile of memories. So, live your life to the fullest. Find the light in the darkness. This is the symphony of life, and your quest is to find your own tune. By: Mehjebin Fathima 11 A
NATURE I AM HUMAN, I’M TIRED OF CITIES, I AM GOING TO NATURE, TO FIND PEACE. LONG AND SHADY TREES, AND THAT COOL BREEZE, MADE ME RELAX AND CALM, AND FOUND TREE OF PALM. THE PLAIN GROUND, WITH FLORA AND FAUNA, AND SILENCE ALL OVER THE AREA, MADE ME FEEL PEACE. THE CLOUDS WERE AS LIGHT AS AIR, AND BLEW WIT THE WIND, AND THE SUN SET,
WAS THE DAY’S END. -ARDRA NG The Earth Still Pleads Beneath our feet, the river hum, The trees keep time with the beating drum, Of wind and wave, of night and noon A fragile world that hums in tune. The sky once sang in colors wide, Now coughs with some we try to hide, The oceans weeps with the plastic tears, Their lullabies now with choked with fears. But listen close the earth still pleads, Through rusting leaves and blooming seeds: “Protect my heart, my breathe, my hue, For I have given all to you.” Plant a dream where forests fade, Heel the scars that greed has made, Let every hand and heart unite, To turn this darkened world to light. For when we guard each field and sea, We guard our humanity;
The Earth, our home both vast and small, If we care for her, she’ll care for all. By PRATHYUK K K The Magic of Morning Assemblies Each and every morning, our school day is initiated with something very special—the morning assembly. The majority of us go there every day, with the only exception being students belonging to classes 10 and 12, as they are occupied preparing for board exams. However, most of them still attend, which reflects that assemblies are highly valued in our school life. Initially, standing on the ground for half an hour may seem exhausting. But when we examine it more closely, assemblies are a treasure house of learning. They allow us to begin the day positively, informed, and disciplined. We are exposed to updated information about current affairs, interesting tidbits, science news, and motivational ideas. The yoga and exercises awaken our body and mind to be ready to concentrate well in class. Assemblies are not a matter of standing in lines; they are a matter of unity and commitment. Our morning prayers keep us humble and thankful, and the National Anthem at the end leaves us proud of our nation. Some students may feel unwell or even faint during assemblies, but that is usually because they come with an empty stomach or skip breakfast. This is a reminder that eating well is just as important as attending assembly. Morning assemblies impart us much more than we even know. They fashion our discipline, instill confidence in us, and make us effective speakers and leaders when we are given an opportunity to speak. They
expand our horizons and make us conscious of the world around us, making us think beyond books. So, the next time you stand in assembly, do not only view it as routine. View it as a moment for learning, growth, and beginning your day positively. In fact, these small daily routines form the building blocks of a brighter future. Name: ANURAG DEVENDRA MANDALE Class: 12 A My flower Down on the ground, I spotted something bright. A colourful circle, So round in the light. I bend to look I saw a sunflower reaching the skives I plucked it gently and took it home. As I entered my house Feeling so proud I took a vase And put it in its new place. I filled some water And put the vase high
So that I can call it mine. I can call it mine. Now it’s mine A piece of sun A bloom to cherish as one does. By Malavika Mahesh 6th C A BOY WITH A HUGE APPETITE I woke up suddenly hearing a sound from my backyard, and I slowly moved out of my bed towards the door. And I know that my baby boy who is making loud noises, because he is so hungry that he can’t help himself but run in the background looking for food. Now you may be wondering why he was running there, that’s because he wasn’t born like any other child, instead the Gods cursed him and he became a monster with a huge mouth. My baby boy has a huge appetite so big that he could swallow an elephant in one go. My little one had a pair of monstrous big eyes and a big belly. We lived in deserted village with a few families, who always tried to pry into my life. And I was not amused by their behaviour because they always asked questions about my beloved child. And oh lord! I said my child was not normal and I did not want them to know more about him. That’s why I always kept him at the basement to get away from prying eyes of more villagers. The women fed the boy with livestock because only livestock satisfy his hunger that’s so big. The women always tried to make sure no one
knows about the whereabouts of her child and she did not visit him during the day, but she only visited when the moon is her only companion and she fed him those livestock. The boy grew up day by day, but his hunger only doubled as the years passed by. The women did not provide any comfort or warmth to her son, but only food to satisfy his hunger. As the years passed by within a blink of an eye, a famine spread across the deserted village like a wildfire. That famine took people’s life, left and right like child’s play. But this famine not only took people’s life but also the lives of livestock’s too, which means there is no food for the boy. The women could not leave the child behind, even mouth she saw all the people running with one thing in their hand, that is their previous life. Day by day all the livestock died out of hunger and there was not a single life present in the village expect the mother and her son. With no food to give, she decides to cut one of her legs to feed my child. And in the next day another leg, She continued to cut and cut and give, until all her strength was nearly gone. Now, for one last time she hugged her child and let him feed on her. The son, who did not receive any love and warmth in his life, hugged his mother’s body and for the first time, he
spoke “Mother is so warm” But what did the child want? Food to satisfy his appetite or a mother’s warmth that he did not receive in his lifetime. Lekshmi Sudev 12 A The Race of Heart and Mind Heart and mind once had a race, Both set out at a fevered pace. Heart ran behind a fleeting dream, Shining bright with a hopeful gleam. Mind kept saying, “It’s not your way, Don’t chase what isn’t meant to stay.” But heart was sure, it claimed its right, And ran with passion, pure and bright. Heart led fast, its beats took flight, Believing love had crowned its might. Mind lagged calm, yet strong and wise, With quiet truth behind its eyes. Then came a day, the heart stood still— What it had sought slipped down the hill. It saw that love it thought was true Belonged to someone else — not you. Heart slowed down, in silent pain, Yet hoped that joy would come again. Mind caught up and softly said, “I told you so,” with care instead. Heart half smiled through tears that fell, “Perhaps one day, who can tell?”
Mind walked close, both side by side, Through waves of loss and wounded pride. But the story hadn’t reached its end, For mind was more than guide — a friend. It knew the day would soon arrive, When heart would fade, yet soul survive. And yes, that day at last appeared, Heart stood still, its path now cleared. It bowed to mind, its pain resigned, “You’ve won,” it said, “O faithful mind.” Though mind had won, it felt no cheer, For love once lost was still so dear. It stayed beside the heart, confined — Forever friends: the heart and mind. Renjini V S TGT ENGLISH THE THING THAT CHANGED MY LIFEBy Isha Anoop, IX C Last year, something happened to me that changed my life forever. I just didn’t know it yet. It all started like a normal Friday. I was heading back home after a hectic day when I saw a boy sitting by the side of the road—right next to my apartment. I noticed he was missing a leg. I felt bad for him, so I walked up to him and asked, “What are you doing here all alone?” He replied, “I am hungry and was searching for food.”
I wanted to ask him where his parents were, but I thought it might be rude. Feeling sorry for him, I said, “You can come to my apartment and I’ll get you something to eat.” He looked a little scared. That’s when I realized I had invited a complete stranger to my home without even knowing him. He looked at me like he thought I was going to kidnap him, so I quickly added, “I could just bring the food here for you, if you prefer.” He nodded silently. I ran to my apartment in search of food, but the only thing I had was some bread. So, I went back and gave it to him. He ate it gingerly. After he finished eating, I asked, “What is your name?” He replied, “Louis.” Then curiosity got the best of me, and I asked, “Where are your parents?” I immediately regretted asking, in case something tragic had happened. At first, he didn’t say anything. After a few agonizing minutes, he finally replied, “When I was born, I didn’t have a leg and my parents abandoned me, so I’m technically an orphan.” That was the saddest thing I had ever heard. I softly said, “I’m so sorry to hear that.” I really wanted him to have a place to stay, so I asked, “Would you like to stay at my apartment for a while, until you find a place to go?” He didn’t reply at first, so I added, “If you’re willing, of course!” He said, “Okay.” I was honestly filled with joy that he trusted me, and I felt like I finally had the chance to do something right. I helped him walk to my apartment and settle on my couch. “I’m Vasilis, by the way,” I said. “Hi Vasilis, thanks for giving me something to eat,” he replied. I felt touched. “Don’t mention it,” I said, and he smiled.
I was curious about his age, so I asked, “How old are you?” “I’m 7 years old,” he said. He looked tired, so I said, “If you’re tired, you can take a nap on the couch.” He lay down and within five minutes, he was sound asleep. I just scrolled through my phone until he woke up and asked, “Can I have a glass of water, please?” I brought him some water. I also noticed that his clothes were torn and full of patches. “I’m going to the market. If you want to come, you can,” I offered. “That’s fine. I’ll stay here,” he said. When I came back, he was sitting at the dining table. I showed him what I bought: a pair of new clothes. He was filled with joy and thanked me a thousand times. After he changed, I said, “That really suits you,” and smiled. It was getting late, so I said, “Why don’t we go to bed?” He nodded. I gave him some blankets and he got comfortable on the couch while I went to bed. Over the next few weeks, we bonded. He was the sweetest little bundle of joy. Since he wasn’t educated, I started homeschooling him. One day, he told me that he wanted to be able to walk like a normal boy. I did everything I could to help him achieve that dream. I got him a prosthetic leg. He was overjoyed—he could walk on his own! Seeing him happy made me happy too. Later, I got him admitted to a school for children with disabilities. A few months passed by peacefully. Then one day, I realized I hadn’t fulfilled the first promise I had made to myself—I had told him I would find him a loving family. But the thought of him leaving made me sad. Maybe he would be happier staying with me, I thought.
So I asked Louis a big question: “Louis, can I adopt you?” My heart was racing at the thought of him saying no. He smiled and said, “Yes! I’ve been waiting for you to ask that for a very long time.” A few months later, it was official—he was my son. I couldn’t have been happier. Because of that one moment—because I walked up to him that day—my whole life changed. Now, my son is 8 years old. He has many friends, he can run, and he is loved. He finally has the childhood he deserves, and I am a proud and happy mother. OPERTION SINDOOR May 7 2025 was a proud day that the Indians will never forget. The Indian army launched a lightning missile strike against terrorist camps in Pakistan in response to the Pahalgam terror attack. ‘OPERATION SINDOOR’ was a joint operation by the Indian Army, Navy and Air Force. A strong response against those who encouraged terrorism. Operation Sindoor is a response to the removal of the vermilion from innocent women in the Pahalgam terror attack. By – Akul Aji POEM ON TEACHER Thank you teacher You are so kind
You gave me joy And peace of mind You helped me dream You gave me hope, You thought me so I would not mope You gave me strength So I can see, A future that belongs to me A future that looks really Bright….. Thanks for showing me the light! By- Veda.pm, IV A THE SECRET GARDEN This book is written by Francis Hodyson Burnett. Once a girl who lost both of her parents due to a disease which not only killed her parents but everyone in the house except the girl. Later on her uncle came to take her Yorkshire, England. There she discovers a secret garden which has been locked up for years. She had a curiosity to find the key. She would walk around every day in search of the key. At last she found the key which opens the secret garden with a swing and a place which holds the memories of her mother. By – Aavani Abhilash VIII B
Grandma’s Bag Of Stories The book Grandma’s Bag Of Stories by Sudha Murthy is illustrated by Priya Kuriyan and it’s also best for children of eight years and above. It is very interesting and adventurous. “Grandma’s bag of stories” is a collection of short stories told by a grandmother to her grandchildren. The setup is warm and familiar. Cousins visit their grandparents during summer vacation, and every evening they gather to hear their Ajji’s wonderful tales from her magical “Bag of Stories”. • Things I found special: 1. Beautiful bond between grandma – grandchildren: i. The way Ajji interacts with the kids is full of love, laughter and warmth. It’s like being with our own grandma. 2. Moral lesson: i. Each story teaches values like honesty, kindness, courage, and thinking smart, and it’s quite in a funny way. By – Jenshi Jamatia VIII B THE BELL THAT RINGS Each morning is a brand-new day to learn, to laugh, to work, and play. With books in hand and dreams held tight, we chase the stars, we seek the light.
Our teachers guide with patient care, and friendships blossom everywhere. In every class, we grow and strive; at school, we feel so bright and alive. So hear the bell — it proudly sings of culture, hopes, and wondrous things. By – Nidhi Lal VIII B SRINIVASA RAMANUJAN One of the most renowned mathematicians in India and a well-known scientist, Ramanujan made extensive contributions to the field through his discoveries and deep insights. Born in Erode, Tamil Nadu, in 1887, he demonstrated an extraordinary flair for mathematics at an early age. Ramanujan’s mathematical work covered an extensive range of topics, including number theory, infinite series, and continued fractions. Additionally, he made an outstanding number of independent discoveries, identities, formulas, and techniques, many of which the mathematical community did not fully appreciate at first. His collaboration with British mathematician G.H. Hardy resulted in many ground-breaking articles and books. By Yathukrishna VIII B FACTS ON BRIHADESHWARA TEMPLE • It is located on the south bank of kaveri river.
• It is built in a Chola architectural style. • It was built by Chola emperor Raja Raja. • It was built between 1003 and 1010 AD. • It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site. • It is locally called Tanjavur Peria Kovil. • It is often called Dak Shina Meru. • This temple was built without digging the earth which means it was built on plain land. By – Suhaan Mohd Subair, VIII B A MATTER OF TIME It’s easy to let it slip But you must not lose your grip When you’re grappling with the blues Through the gravel and grit. After all you’ve been through Don’t stress, you’re only human See, I’ve come to a conclusion That perfection is an illusion. I know sometimes it’s tough But don’t give up, you’re good enough
And I can’t wait to see you shine My little diamond in the rough. When happiness is hard to find Some days you really have to mine But I’am confident that you’ll find you way THE IMPORTANCE OF GOOD MANNERS Good manners are essential in our daily interactions and play vital role in shaping our character. They reflect respect for others and create a positive environment. When we practice good manners, we communicate effectively, build strong relationship and foster a sense of community. Simple acts like saying ’please’ and ‘thank you’ can make a significant difference in how we are perceived by others. Moreover, good manners help us to navigate social situations with ease and confidence. In a school setting, they promote kindness and cooperating among students, contributing to a harmonious atmosphere. Therefore, cultivating good manners is not just a personal asset but a valuable skill that benefits everyone around us. By - Vaikha Harshan
BUTTERFLY WINGS LIKE A BUTTERFLY EMERGES AND UNFOLDS ITS GRACEFUL WINGS, A CHILD GROWS AND DEVELOPS WITH THE LOVE A MOTHER BRINGS. I’M THANKFUL FOR THE TIMES WHEN YOU ENCOURAGED ME TO TRY, FOR GOD GAVE ME MY WINGS, BUT MOM, YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO FLY. By - Shravani Manukar Respect Seniors, Reflect Society SENIOR CITIZEN ARE THE FOUNDATION OF OUR SOCIETY, THEY HAVE SPENT THEIR LIFE BUILDING FAMILIES, COMMUNITIES, AND THE VERY SYSTEMS WE BENEFIT FROM TODAY. AS THEY AGE, IT BECOMES OUR COLLECTIVE DUTY TO ENSURE THEY ARE TREATED WITH UTMOST RESPECT, DIGNITY AND COMPASSION. THEY REQUIRE NOTJUST CARE, BUT ALSO OPPORTUNITIES TO STAY SOCIALLY CONNECTED, MENTALLY ACTIVE AND PHYSICALLY SUPPORTED. LISTENING TO THEIR STORIES, LEARNING FROM THEIR EXPERIENCES, AND INVOLVING THEM IN COMMUNITY LIFE HELPS BRIDGE GENERATIONS AND STRENGTHENS SOCIAL VALUES. A SOCIETY THAT UPLIFTS AND PROTECTS ITS ELDERS SETS AN EXAMPLE OF HUMANITY, GRATITUDE, AND RESPONSIBILITY FOR FUTURE GENERATIONS. By – Rijith A
THE TASTE OF ITALY In Italy’s heart, where the vineyards glow, A symphony of flavours begin to flow. Golden pasta, twirled with grace, Brings sunshine warmth to every place. Pizza baked in wood-fires light, A crispy crust, a pure delight. Olives, cheese, and herbs do fine, Twin simple meals to art divine. Gelato melts like a sweet, soft song, In every scoop, the day feels long. Espresso whispers, bold and true, A sip of strength in morning hue. Italy’s cuisine is more than taste, It’s culture, love, and time embraced, Each dish a stores, old yet new, A journey told on every menu. By – Arundhati S Nanda
THE FIVE - MINUTE SYMPHONY The bell is a harsh, sudden word, But the minutes are a symphony. The clatter of locker doors slamming shut, A desperate whisper about history, The rubber squeak of sneakers Pivoting around the corner, And the low, constant rumble of hundreds of feet- A shared rhythm we don’t even hear anymore. A textbook balanced on one knee, A forgotten pencil rolling to a stop, The faint smell of yesterday’s lunch Mixed with the fresh scent of floor wax. We are all moving, fast and hurried, A blur of colour rushing to next desk, Though the next lesson… By-Malavika S Kumar XII-B
WHISPERS OF RAIN Softly it falls, the silver thread, On tired earth, where dreams have bled. Each drop a song, a secret tunes That hums beneath the quiet moon. The dusty leaves now lift their face, To taste the sky’s forgiving grace. The streets reflect a trembling glow, Of lanterns swaying, soft and slow. The clouds in tears of peace, Old sorrows fade, old noises cease. And in the hush, the heart is new. Rain writes it’s poem on the blue. By- Agna Ajayaghosh XII-B YOU ARE A FLAME You are the flame that burns with flames of determination, ambition, hard work, luck and success. A burning flame that burns as bright as the sun.
A flame that inspires people to follow their dreams and achieve great things in life. You are a flame that burns with greatness. A golden flame that burns with golden dreams. A flame that will burn forever. You are a flame that cannot be extinguished. For you are the five that inspires. A flame that burns in the hearts of millions. By-Anjana Raj XII-B STAR Bright star Shining in the sky Starlight, seen way up high I wish I could soar I wish I could fly So I could touch a star, And keep it as mine By- Thanmaya MM IX C WHEN SUBJECT BECAME FRIENDS
Once I imagined all the subjects in my classroom coming to life. Maths stood tall and said “I am the most important because everyone needs me to solve problems”. Science argued,” Without me, no one can understand nature or inventions”. English laughed gently and said, “Friends, you are smart, but without me, who will share your knowledge?” Art added softly, and I being joy and creativity to everything you do”. At first, they argued about who was greater, but soon they realised that every subject is special in its own way. Maths gives logic, Science gives discovery, English gives expression, and Art gives imagination. Together, they make learning balanced and beautiful. By-Aadhya Aneesh VIII A FOOTPRINTS OF OUR SCHOOL DAYS In the quit corners of these halls we know, Stories whisper, memories glow. Each morning sun paints golden beams, Awakening classroom filled with dreams. Here, friendship blooms like flowers in spring, Laughing freely, learning everything. From hurried steps to play ground’s cheer. Teachers guide us with patient hands, Helping us dimp, helping us understand. The light the path when roads get steep, They plant ideals our hearts will heap.
We learn from books, but also from life- How to face challenge, courage in life. How to stand tall when the world feels tough, How small efforts can be enough. Some days are victories, shining and bright, Some days are lessons wrapped in the night. But every moment, big or small, Shapes who we are-shapes us all. By- ESHAL FATHIMA- VII C OPEN A BOOK Open a book And you will find, People and places of every kind, Open a book, And you can be, Anything, you want to be Open a book, And I will too, You read to me, And I will read to you. By- M. INDIRA CLASS: XI A
NO FOOD, NO LIFE Amma scolds stop! Enough parotta! But my hand still grabs one more, For my kotta Paal payasam floats like fluffy loud, By singing it, eat me in loud. Then doctor uncle shakes his head And says “BP, sugar-you will soon Be dead. But I just grin and lick my spoon So that I feel I’m the moon Morning puttu kadla , at noon fish curry and rice which makes me to have it twice. The moon I have my favourite food, The greater will be my mood. By- VARADH BOBITH CLASS: XIA CHAPTERS OF OUR SCHOOL Moment sun through classroom glass,
Moments flying way too fast. Corridors that knew our dreams Whispers, laughter, quiet schemes. Tests that made our hearts race wild Yet every failure shaped a smile. Friendships forged in fleeting time, Notes exchanged in perfect rhyme A stolen glance, a shared surprise, Memories living in our eyes, Homework piles and secret chats, Late night studies and weekend plans. Now we walk on paths unknown, But school’s small world ,is still our own. Those days may fade, yet always stay. The heartbeat of our yesterday. By- SHARUTI RODHIYA CLASS: XI A FRIENDS FROM MILES AWAY We were so close but now were miles away, Yet I wish to see you once more, The every dumb joke I hear, Every time I get mad and I swear.
Every time I laugh too hard, I surely think it’s bizarre. That we got to share these amazing memories God I was so unaware, That these memories that we got to share, Would help me make it through each day. The little things we did and say, Still rewinds endlessly in my mind, More valuable than gold and gems they have become, the biggest treasure, I could ever find. Back then we were just reckless kids, Having so much fun. Then time came with loaded gun and told me, A new era hast just begun. We never realised how fast time passes, Never realising, how far we grew apart, Maybe by a few thousand miles, But never by hearts.
By-ARDRA SATHEESH CLASS: XI A BEYOND THE VEIL Beyond the veil of mortal life, Lies realms of eternity, free from strife. The soul ascends, to realms unknown, To meet the gods, and claim its throne. In field of Aaws , green and bright, The blessed ones, bask in eternal light Onuis judges, with scales to fine, The heaut’s weight, determines the divine. Anubis guides through duat’s dawk night, To stars that shine,with celestial light The ba returns, to its earthly form, While ka departs to heavenly noum, In this realm, love and peace entwine, Free from pain, and moutals design. The afterlife, a journey so grand, A chance to unite, with the divine hand. By- ANSHIKA CLASS: XI A “The Little Star That Didn’t Give Up”
Once upon a time in the night sky, there was a tiny star named Stella. She was smaller than all the other stars and often felt like she didn’t shine as brightly. Sometimes, she thought about hiding because she felt too dim. One night, a strong wind blew and covered the sky with thick clouds. All the stars were hidden away. But Stella kept shining her little light as best as she could. Soon, the clouds moved, and Stella’s tiny light helped guide a lost baby bird safely back to its nest. The other stars cheered for Stella. She learned that even small lights can make a big difference if you keep shining and never give up. Moral: No matter how small you feel, your courage and effort can brighten someone’s world. By-MICHELLE ANN ANIL Class: IV A The Clock Beneath River Beneath the river’s silver skin, A clock is turning, thin and dim. Its hands are made of drifting reeds, Its tick is whispered into seeds. No fish can read its secret time, No stone can match its patient rhyme. Yet every drop that passes by, remembers minutes in the sky.
The moon bends low to hear its hum, The stars learn close,yet still grow numb. For time that hides beneath the streams, It is not the same as mortal dreams. One day the river will grow still, The clock will rest, but not at all will. And in the silence, soft and deep, The world will fold itself to sleep. The clock beneath the river sleeps, In quite folds the water reaps, It catches stars that fall at night, And turns them into threads of light. By-Abna Fathima VIII A My Experience in 2024-25 I am Mohammed Yasir of class 9C. Currently, I am writing about my experience in 2024-25 and sharing my views on the academic year 2024- 25 with the School Magazine. I am not only doing this for that purpose alone, but to share my experiences and feelings with others who are reading this. These are my views on the year 2024-25. This year started with being in the 9th grade. This was also the time when I got shuffled with students from other classes. After seven working days, began the summer vacation. After the summer vacation, when I came back to my school, I continued with my studies. Then there was a house
meeting where I was selected as the Boys Publication Captain. Then followed the time when I enjoyed the most. It was a time filled with activities. I took part in many activities like debates, quizzes, etc. During this time, I made so many other friends as a result of the shuffling of classes. Hence, I knew more about others. I cannot say this year has been full of good things, as there were a lot of downs, like getting low marks in exams, losing competitions. But I left them behind and moved on. I participated in so many things outside school with my friends, both school affairs and non-school affairs. During this time, I participated in the annual day too (This was the first time I participated in the annual day). The programme was a success too. We were given an educational trip in the month of February; it was a lot of fun. This year, I enjoyed giving contributions to many activities and helping my friends. Overall, the year was an unforgettable one. And it was the same for the friends that I made it to. It was a year full of surprises, expectations, and ups and downs. I feel this particular year brought the potential in me to do other activities. Truly an unforgettable memory! With this, I conclude this letter and would like to give my thanks to the school authorities who gave me an opportunity to give my views about the year. I wish this letter were in the magazine. -Muhammad Yasir 9C The Mysterious Case I woke up suddenly, hearing a sound from the backyard, and I slowly moved out of my bed to the door. I turned the knob and went towards the back door. There was a strange and eerie sound heard. Shakily, I opened the back door slowly and peeked out. It was really dark outside, there was a chilly, cool breeze, and the sight in front of me had sent shivers down my spine …. “Chomp, chomp …. gulp, gulp”, I froze on sight. There was a creature, looking but not exactly a human: It was way taller than average. And its long neck was inhumanly slightly bent. Its hands, which had long fingers and nails, were covered with crimson blood; the chewing sound was very creepy. Its back was facing me. Not knowing what to do, I decided to close
the door and immediately call for help. As I was just about to close the door, it suddenly turned its head. I yelped at the scene, closed the door, and ran to the living room. Panting hardly, the terrifying scene replaying in my head…. Its face was like a degrading corpse. The mouth was inhumanly large with large dagger-like teeth, fully covered with red blood. I was terrified, it was eating its own intestines! I hurriedly ran and dialed on my phone to make an emergency call. I was shaking, and as I was about to click the call button. “Thud! Thud!” The huge sound of something hitting the door was heard. I quickly clicked the call button. The call was picked up. “911, what is your emergency?”. I heard the voice. “I…I…please, he…help me”. I was trying to be louder."I will break down the door soon!" My thought was suddenly interrupted. “Miss, please tell your location and what danger are you in?”. “Th…there is a monster. It’s goanna ki…kill me!”. “Ma'am, please calm down. What kind of monster do you mean?” I was about to answer, but suddenly, the loud noise of the door breaking was heard. I stumbled back, and the phone fell from my hand, breaking into pieces. The tall, figured creature was in front of me. I could clearly see its hauntingly frightening face, its body was degrading, and its intestines were looking half-eaten and bleeding like anything. I looked at its eyes. It was staring at me, its eyes looked as if they would pop out any moment. It suddenly opened its mouth, and Its blade-like teeth were visible, making it seem as though it was about to eat me. “Aagrah!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and tried to turn to the front door. But I couldn’t; it was blocking the way without any choice, so I ran to wherever I could, away from that creature. But I suddenly tripped and fell. I rolled down the stairs of my basement and reached the floor. I was feeling dizzy. My eyes were blurry due to tears. I saw the creature coming towards me. I never had a basement in the house. I realized I’m going to die; no one can save me anymore. I slowly closed my eyes, accepting my faith. “Augh!” The monster opened its mouth, picking me up and--- “Chomp, Chomp”! *After some hours* The police had reached the house after a strange call from the resident here. As they investigated the house, they couldn’t find anything except the blood that looked really dry in the living room. The house was very old, and looked as if it had been abandoned long ago. They found an old photo of a girl, but her neighbors confirmed that they had never seen her.
Due to a lack of evidence, they couldn’t investigate further and decided to close the case. And it remains a mystery till now! Chandana Prasanth Xl B HAPPINESS FOUND After a long and hectic day, I was walking along the road, feeling tired, when I noticed a little boy sitting to the side. Once, there lived a man named John. He was a very popular and the youngest businessman in New York — the CEO of a company called Marine Times. He was not married, completely focused on his company, and had no interest in relationships or marriage. One day, John decided to walk instead of using one of his luxurious Lamborghinis. As he walked through the streets, people and media began to recognize him. Unbeknownst to him, his security guards were secretly following from a distance. While walking, John noticed a hungry boy sitting quietly in the corner beside a dusty, closed building. The boy's clothes were shabby and torn. His skin looked bruised, as if someone had beaten him. The boy looked up at John with hopeful eyes. John was suddenly reminded of his childhood friend — a poor boy he used to play with. But after John's father got transferred, he had lost touch with him. Coming back to the present, John approached the boy and tried to help. But when he touched the boy, the child flinched and pulled away because of his injuries. John gently asked, “Why are you sitting here? Who beat you?” The boy replied, “I escaped from them. It’s been two days since I’ve eaten anything. If I don’t eat soon, I’ll die of hunger.”
John’s heart broke upon hearing this. He immediately took the boy to a small restaurant. The staff were surprised to see such a famous businessman in such a modest place, but John was used to attention like this. The boy, on the other hand, was confused and shy. They sat at a table, and John ordered a sandwich. The boy stared at it, gulping his saliva, clearly starving. He smiled as the sandwich arrived, and the sounds of his rumbling stomach were even heard by John and the waiter. John smiled at the boy, who had already started eating with his mouth full, struggling to chew and swallow. Moved by the boy’s hunger, John also ordered an orange juice for him. Curious, John asked, “By the way, where is your mother?” The boy looked at him with wide eyes and asked, “Are you God? or an angel?” John was surprised and asked, “Why do you say that?” Just then, a mysterious person was seen peeking through the window and seemed to be communicating secretly with someone. The boy replied, “Because in the Bible and in stories, they say the people who help us in trouble are either angels or God.” John chuckled at the boy’s sweet words. Later, John took the boy to his home, showed him his room, and told him to take a bath and rest — and that there was a surprise waiting for him tomorrow. The boy then gestured for John to lower himself. John knelt down to the boy’s height, and the boy kissed him on the cheek and said, “Thank you for saving me, angel!” He then ran excitedly into the room. John stood there, smiling to himself — something very rare for him.
The next morning, John took a bath, had breakfast, and told the boy they were going shopping. The boy was excited. He wore John’s favorite old T- shirt from when he was six years old. As John was adjusting his tie in front of the mirror, the doorbell rang. Curious, he opened the door — it was his mother. She looked surprised and said, “You told me it was just a three-day trip. And where’s your father?” He replied, “Appa is on his way.” She walked in, still complaining, “We got into another silly fight, as usual.” Then she froze, seeing the little boy inside the house. “So… this is why you never married all these years, huh?” she teased. John, confused, said, “What??!!” Just then, the boy came running and shouted, “Angel!” John quickly explained everything. At first, his mother disagreed with him taking in the boy. But eventually, she understood and accepted him. They all went shopping together. John was happy to see his mother and the boy getting along so well. They even started playing hide-and-seek in the store. But suddenly… the boy went missing. What happened to the boy?!! By Aaliya Thasneem K.S, IX A കടങ്കഥ ആനയ്ക്കും ചെരകപ്പിനകും ഒരകപ ോചെ ഉ പയ്ോഗി്കന്ന വസ് ത ക? ഉത്തരും : അമ്പോരും
നോെകകണ്ണി നിന്നോൽ വളരകന്നചെന്തക ? ഉത്തരും : 6 (നോെകകണ്ണി = 4 + 2 = 6) കകടി്ോൻറ്റ കന്ന ഇന്ധനും എന്തക ? ഉത്തരും : ടീ (െോയ് ) നിങ്ങളകചട മകന്നിെൂചട എന്നകും കടന്നകപ ോകകന്നെക എന്തോണക , കോണോൻ കഴിയ്ില്ല ? ഉത്തരും : നിങ്ങളകചട നിഴൽ മകകളിെൂചട പ ോകകപമ്പോഴകും നിെത്തക നിൽ്കന്നചെന്തക ? ഉത്തരും : നിഴൽ – Samiksha Vimal Class: VII B जीवन की राहे जीवन एक ककताव हैं, हर किन उसका एक नया पन्ना । कभी धूप में चमकता सूरज, कभी बािल ों में किपा चााँि और तारा । रास्ते में फूल भी खिलते हैं, और कााँकि भी चुभते हैं। कभी मीठी हाँसी की बहाव ह ती हैं, त कभी आाँि ों से आसू बहते हैं,
समय एक निी की तरह बहता है, कजसे र क पाना ककसी के बस में नहीों। कल की यािें ति पर बैठी हैं, और कल के सपने लहर ों में कहीों। त चल मुस्कान के साथ चलें, हर मुखिल क आसान बनाए। नयी सूबह कस्व ागत करें, और जीवन की राह ों क सोंगीत बना जाएाँ। द्व ारा कलखित: ररकतका .एम .आर कक्षा : 8अ प्र कृति हरी - हरी िेत ों मे बरस रहे है बूाँिे िुशी-िुशी से आया सावन भर गया मेरा आाँगन । ऐस लग रहा है जैसे मन की ककलयााँ खिल गयी वैसे ऐसा कक आया वसोंत लेके फूल का जश्न धूप से प्य ासी मेरे तन क
बूोंि ने िी ऐसी अोंगडाई कूि पडा मेरा तन मन लगता है मैं हाँ एक िामन यह सोंसार है ककतना सुोंिर लेककन ल ग नहीों उतने अकलमोंि यही है एक कनवेिन न करप्र कृकत का श षणद्व ारा कलखित: सृकि यािव कक्षा : 8अ पहलगाम से उठी च िं गारी पहत्ययाम की धारा ने अचानक ब लना ि ड किया, िेविार के पेड ने भी सर झुका कलया। पहाड ों ने अपने साों ि किए मान आसमान ने आाँसू ब किए पकवत्र पथ पर चलते किम आज डर के साए मे थम गए। हवा में श र नहीों, बस ििद के अनसुने शब्द , रह गए।
पर घािी का किल अभी भी धडकता है हर चीड की शाि कहती है- ”अोंधेरा चाहे कजतना भी गहरा ह , सुबह कफर आएगी, शाोंती कफर लौिेगी।" िून से भीगी कमट्टी में भी उम्मीि का बीज पनप रहा है। घािी के गीत कफर से गूाँजेंगी जब हर किल से कर हि रहा है याि रहेगा यह काला किन, पर हमे नहीों र क पाएगा। पहलगाम कफर मुस्कुरायगा , और इसाकनयत जीत पाएगा।द्व ारा कलखित: कनहाररका .ए .पी कक्षा : 8अ शाांति शाोंकत है पेड ों की सरसराहि की बात, समुद्र की धुन, चााँिनी क राता। तार ों की कझलकमल, प्र भात का वचन,
आने वाले कल का प्य ार सजगन। शाोंकत है गीत ों की मधुर आवाज,न्य ाय का स्व र , िया का साजा। बाग में िया के बीज जब ब ए, करुणा के जल से फूल व ह ए। शाोंकत है नफरत की नकिय पार सेतु,प्य ार का साहस, न प्र कतश ध का हेतु। घाव ों क भरना, आाँसू सुरिाना, आशा के िीपक क कफर से जलाना। शाोंकत है बच् ों की मुस्कान का रोंग कल की सुबह और उज्ज्वल ढोंग जाकत-धमद से ऊपर मानवता का आकलोंगन एक पररवार, एक िुकनया, एक ही बंधन। द्व ारा कलखित: जसकलन सत्यिास कक्षा : 8अ भारि का फैशन रोंग ों की है ये अि्भुत िुकनया, साडी, लहोंगा, और कुताद सभी के कलए सुहानी।
हर प्र िेश की अपनी एक पहचान, धाग ों में बसी सोंस्कृकत , हर कपडे में है जान। कश्मीरी शाल की क मलता, राजस्थानी रोंग ों की चमकिार माया। बाोंग्ला साडी की सरलता, तकमलनाडु की पीठी सा भव्य िाया। फैशन यहााँ कसफद कपडे नहीों, ये है हमारी परोंपरा की धर हर भी। पुराने में नया, नया में पुराना, भारत की फैशन है, समय की कहानी। जहााँ हर फैशन में िुपा है प्य ार , और हर कसलाई में बसी है कवचार। रोंग-कबरोंगे भारत की इस श भा में, हमारी पहचान है, हमारी हीर इन हम ही हैं।द्व ारा कलखित: म हना हलिर कक्षा : 9अ जीवन की असली पाठशाला ककताब ों में पढा हमने जज्ञ ान , ना कसिा व सब, ज है जीवन का सामान।
सोंख्या , शब्द , और तकद की िााँव में, िूि गया अनुभव ों का उजाला, सावन में। सडकें, राहें, और ल ग ज कमले, कसिाते हैं व पाठ, ज ककताबें नहीों बताएाँ। गलकतय ों की च ि में िुपा ह ता है सच, और मुखिल ों में कमलती है सबसे बडी सीि। समय के साथ बहता है जीवन का पानी, हर म ड पर कमलता है नया कहानी। ककताबें हैं साथी, पर अनुभव है गुरु , ज कििाता है सही, और बनाता है मजबूत । त पढ ककताबें, पर मत भूल क़िन्दगी ,क् ों कक असली कशक्षा है जीने की कला।द्व ारा कलखित: नमन कृष्ण .सी .एस कक्षा : 9अ समय का मूल्य समय न रु कता , न लौिकर आता, ज इसे समझे, वही आगे जाता।
हर पल है कीमती, हर घडी अनम ल, इसक न गाँवाओ, यही सफलता का ग ल। बीता हु आ वक्त कफर हाथ न आए, ज आज ककया, वही कल मुस्कुराए। त हर सुबह उठ नए इरािे के साथ, किम बढाओ समय के साथ-साथ।द्व ारा कलखित: थशरीफा कक्षा : 9अ मेरी मााँ जब मैं अपनी मााँ के बारे में स चता हाँ, त अक्सर मेरी आाँिें भर आती हैं। वह मुझे सही राह पर ले जाती हैं, और सभी के प्र कत अकवश्वसनीय रू प से ियालु हैं। मैं अपनी मााँ से बेहि प्य ार करता हाँ, वह मेरे जीवन के कलए कनस्वाथद त्य ाग करती हैं। हम ि न ों लडते हैं, पर कफर भी, उनके कलए मेरा प्य ार अिूि है। वह मेरा अनम ल रत्न हैं, मेरी अि्भुत मााँ हैं।
उनके चेहरे पर एक चमकिार मुस्कान , यही मुझे सचमुच िुश करती है।द्व ारा कलखित: ईवा माररया वकथकुलम कक्षा : 9अ अतवतजि आत्मा कर्ण ज नभ क िूने कनकला था, वह पथ में धूल कमला, ज तरुण सूयद था कनकल चला, वह रजनी में ि गया। पर क् ा हु आ , ज हार गया, वह मानव था, िेव नहीों; ककोंतु हार कर भी अमर हु आ , वह कणद था, सेवक नहीों। िानवीर था, सिा किया, कभी न मााँगा, कुि भी नहीों, सुि चाहे स्व यों मर जाए, पर ककसी का िुुः ि न सही। कवच-कुोंडल िान ककये, जबकक मृत्यु सामने थी, ऐसा पुण्यवीर मानव, इस धरती पर कौन रहा था? धमद और सत्य के नाम पर, ककया अन्याय बहुत भारी, पर कणद रहा सिा अकडग, उसने न की कभी गद्दारी। वह सूयदपुत्र , तेजस्वी था, पर नसीब से वह ठुकराया,
कजसने अपना जीवन सारा, केवल कतदव्य क गाया। है याि हमें वह कणद अमर, ज झुका नहीों अपमान में, ज जलता रहा तप्त धरा-सा, पर हारा नहीों तूफान में।द्व ारा कलखित: िशदननाथ कक्षा : 9अ कोतशश कर क कशश कर, हल कनकलेगा । आज नहीों त कल कनकलेगा । अजुदन के तीर सा सध, मरुस्थल से भी जल कनकलेगा। मेहनत कर, पौध क पानी िे, बोंजर जमीन से भी फल कनकलेगा। ताकत जुिा, कहम्मत क आग िे, फौलाि का भी बल कनकलेगा । कजन्दा रि, किल मे उम्मीि ों क , गरज के समन्दर से भी गोंगाजल कनकलेगा।
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