Trees are the melodious songs, we hear in the sky. We cut them down and manufacturer them into paper, that we may write on them our emptiness.
Tuesday, 31 July 2018
emptiness
Trees are the melodious songs, we hear in the sky. We cut them down and manufacturer them into paper, that we may write on them our emptiness.
Work on time…hopefully
Work on time…hopefully
Ruin-calamities shattered me…I was seated
in a public transport vehicle as I travelled back to Nakuru. The voyage was
long and tedious with no breaks and my stomach began to curl from within. I had
an action packed weekend with no breaks as I awaited the new release of my favorite
anime, Dragon ball super a phizz-whizzing story as the Roald Dahl would
describe it.
Though I felt incomplete as if I were
forgetting something but it did not strike the gong yet for it the hols. A time
to sit back and nullify all thoughts of homework. When we (my mom, my sister
and I) had just arrived in Nakuru I thought about my adventures in Nairobi, it
was a special day my aunt had just got married wishing her a happy wedded life.
In Nakuru I woke up at 8 am every morning
an aberration of my normal school life of waking up at 5am eyes closed as anew
born baby blindened by the ray that burst from the window panes. I just felt as
if I was forgetting something what could it possibly be that hardened my heart
to stone and the ache in my that withered and shriveled my sparkling notions.
Abruptly
from nowhere I here my mum’s phone ringing it is right there in front of me if
only I could reach it but… it keeps going further away why? Then suddenly I am
drowning in water. I immediately woke up and rushed to my computer to type an
article. That was what was giving me an ache. Ruin-calamities. The week when we
closed school a group of ‘writers’ were given an assignment , rather biased, to
write articles over the hols and I happened to forget a liability in me that I
have been trying to rid.
Flower
Life is like a flower ,
they have no voice , but seems to produce a beautiful melody.
They have no eyes , but seem to look
Shine like a flower .
mystery
The clock ticked twelve mid night and the unusual, frightening noises could be heard
again. Sweat trickled down my face. I knew this was bound to happen. It had become like a normal routine. I would hear them for some time and then all
would return back to normal.
Unfortunately, this was the not the
case this time. A web of questions
befuddled my mind. This time, I could
not figure out what was in store for me.
I stood up from my cozy bed and shuddered towards the living room. Within a flutter of an eyelid, I could hear an
indistinct hiss followed by a sharp scream.
This was really a hair-raising moment.
Shiver ran down my spine freezing my soul solid.
Petrified, I tip-toed towards the
light switch right in front of me. I
raised my hand and I suddenly felt some tiny hands on my waist. My heart pounded so fast against my
chest. I slowly turned and sighed a
relief. It was no one else but my
daughter, Cherry! “Mom… there is a weird
a scary sound from the kitchen!” she cried.
I made a guess that there these sounds were probably the ones I always
hear. I carried her and gave her a ray
of hope that everything is okay!
I then made my way towards the
kitchen. Fear had taken the better part
of me but I still mustered courage to go on and find out what was going
on. Slowly and swiftly, I entered,
making sure there was pin-drop silence.
The place was pitch-dark and I would barely see anything in front of me. I switched on the lights and suddenly heard a
utensil fall. I abruptly turned and I
could not believe what I saw. My eyes
almost popped out of their sockets when I saw my husband sweating and
panting. The refrigerator was wide open
with surprisingly nothing much in it. He
stood there desperately looking for food and I was so shocked to find him in
this state. All kinds of utensils lay on
the floor with peelings of bananas and watermelons. I could not figure out what her was up to.
I went next to him and his eyes
glistened, he was on the verge of tears.
What is wrong? What was he doing hear in this state? All these questions crisscrossed my mind. He sat down and said, “I have some unusual
disorder! This makes me eat amazingly a
lot. I became so desperate for food. This disorder is found in some people only
and, unfortunately… I am one of them!”. His lips quivered and he was trembling as
tears rolled down his cheeks. My mouth
was left agape. I sat down on the floor
trying to understand this mystery that kept nagging my mind at that moment!
Written
by: Kruti Dipak Patel
lessons learnt
Colleagues
and students, my life in the last ten years has been a strange one and I would
like to share my experience and the lessons I learnt with you.
First and
foremost, it was not that easy! I
encountered sleepless nights and exhausting days- with nothing much in
return. Sleeping on a moss-packed
platform and pitch-dark surroundings, with fire as the only source of light at
night was something no one amongst you would wish to experience. Fear had always taken the better part of me,
I had to think twice before stepping out to go look for food. Further still, what we had could not actually
be regarded as food. Foul-tasting water
and dried snakes. Yes, this was the awful and unpleasant life in the past.
Despite all the horrible and
never-ending challenges, I faced, I did not give up. I tried my best to provide for family and the
rest. I made sure they get food full of
nutrients for they required energy to keep up with these devastating
conditions. I taught my wife how to
treat drinking water but we could still not escape from the foul taste. I grew penicillin so that I could aid people
with bacterial infections but my efforts to do so went in vain. There was a little girl who was very ill-
suffering from pneumonia. I sat next to
her for hours trying to keep her warm and make her feel better but
unfortunately I was not able to make the best out of it.
I
have so much more to tell you but for now I will say that this time- travelling
experience taught me a lot. Truly, as
the adage says, “Experience is the best teacher”. We are all lucky that we have all the basic
needs we require, all the comfort and luxury but think of those who do not have
this privilege to sleep on a comfy bed, eat their favorite dishes. It is not easy! This life I experienced taught me how to
appreciate even the people without food and shelter. How tough their life is and how hard they try
to provide for their families. We should
not think that since we all have the comfort and what we need, the rest also
do! I hope you guys also learnt
something and I wish you try to help the people without these privileges!
Written
by:
Wednesday, 4 July 2018
Why You Don’t Matter.
All our lives
we have been made to believe that our existence holds importance, that our
problems are relevant and our contributions are not futile. But is this fact or
mere self-assurance? You may consider me to be a cynic but think about it.
Think of the billions of people who have lived, loved, worked and died on this
planet.
Do you care about them or their struggles or their beliefs? You don’t,
neither do I, nor does anybody else. King or pauper, great or mediocre, their
lives were plunged into oblivion.
I think that
we have established that our lives don’t matter in the greater workings of the Universe
yet I believe that no life is ordinary; you may think that I’m being self- contradictory
but let me explain myself.
It is true that a hundred years from now, no
one will know your name, or care about your story (for everybody has one!). But
you do, you are the hero of your own story. Maybe your achievements won’t
change the fate of mankind but they will make you happy. Maybe the world won’t
mourn at your tragedies but they will shape your life.
So virtuous
or vicious, gifted by excellence or cursed by mediocrity, nobody cares but you.
The world may or may not acknowledge your beauty or your gifts but that doesn’t
mean you shouldn’t. To all those people who expect their trials and successes
to hold relevance in others’ lives, you should know that you are the center of your universe not mine.
By
Amara Kandimalla.
Year 12
OUR FINAL SAY!
OUR FINAL SAY!
Talking about the last days before we step out into
an entire new galaxy! Back in the days when the future seemed as though it
would never flash its truth upon us. A web of questions befuddling our mindset;
"Is this reality?, Am i valiant enough to take a step into this cruel
world?, Ready to fight, am i?"
Here we are, pounding hearts eagerly waiting for
the closet to unbolt. You encouraged us to fight, we did, no awaiting our final
outcome. The past was a fairytale, was it? But was the future has in store for
us is unknown. Journey full of obstacles but full of memories, never forgetten.
Not a class, but a Family with the best ever class teacher(more
like a father), Mr Manasse. Who took us through the worst of situations. A
Family with a strong bond that made us feel encompassed as though in a
chrysalis, with our siblings beside us in every step we took.
With no more to argue about, we finally leave our
second home with memories of a beautiful journey, and all we ask for, are your
blessing, for a lovely future ahead.
By: Ria Ramchandani and Kruti Patel(YEAR 11)
Courtesy of the school magazine
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