Friday, 10 August 2018

Beautiful sunset


Beautiful sunset

This is life


UNPREDICTABLE WATERS- this is life

Life is no longer the same irretrievable jigsaw puzzle, I cannot solve it,  all is changing as I age.

Day by day everything had widened blurring my sight and enclosing my ears in darkness.

I bumped and fell every minute into my own dark shadow.

I was a mere machine controlled by my own, they told me to do it, But disapproved how I wanted to make it through those unpredictable waters whose tides always pulled me backward and downwards.
They wanted to help me, how? By cheating those narrow strings that twisted around each other to make the words “MIND”.

Those strings were narrow passages concentrated with confusion and dark blank thoughts. These thoughts became nightmares and deepened the wounds in my brain to become trenches in the trench warfare that worsened those days to become death days.

All  I knew was that the next step I would take was the “quit game “ option, I was no longer interested in the “new game” or “refresh” options they were too far to reach and I was too weak to stretch or just to keep the “never give up “ spirit.

Slowly and steadily my mind burned into the ashes and smog that  told me to give up , and that I was never in anyone’s mind  and in no one’s sight until the true me awoke from that long hibernation I was unaware of, I woke her up and distorted her sleep .

She was better than me and one day I asked her “how did you do it? “ and what she told me solved the riddle- like puzzle , she had told me as she smiled“ you have always known it, what you know is what I do , discover it yourself. “

The deep wounds in my mind slowly recovered; after all, there is no incurable wound and those narrow strings became thick twists of fine yarn that elongated with ‘DNA’, Discovered New Abilities.

My timid weak feet now took the liveliest steps to discover the new lands that had always been there.

All I had shed the red and tears that had drowned me into defeat before were now crumbles that were to be crushed and avoided , they were the stairs to hell but now , there was nothing that could now affect me because I had protected myself with a strong ozone layer that I call “ TALENT “.

Remember! The shell I use does not hide me from what’s out there, it enlarges and exposes me to the outside world with the help of taking opportunities, what I did to achieve success. Trial and failure is not what should put you down every time you try it should act as a stepping stone to move in front the path of success.

Done By Richa

A STRONG NEED FOR PEACE!



A STRONG NEED FOR PEACE!

Neither within nor outside
 Is our thirst for peace quenched.
Our hopes and smiles wither away,
 Our hearts run dry with endless burdens!

The dark shadows cast by
 Animosity, brutality, enmity, ferocity,
Block the rays of humanity
 From touching our benumbed souls!

We merely exist as living corpses,
 Deaf, dumb and blind
To our devilish-developing  atmosphere,
 Framing the horoscopes of our lives!

With a minute effort to erode
 The prisons that entrap harmony,
Will we freely fulfill our dreams
 Of seeing the dawn of peace again?


Composed by: Ritu Karania,
  Year 12




sea women


           
sea women

The work done by sea women is quite impressive.  These women dive in deep water with no breathing equipment’s just earn a living and it is very surprising to hear that these women are the chief owners in the Korean society.  They dive into the icy water thirteen meters deep about a hundred times a day.  Further still, the older women are the ones who dive deeper and it is quite remarkable that they donate a portion of their catch to aid in the repairs of the village schools.                                                                                               
 Despite all these, there are still issues that make this tradition disappear and not known.  Many other tourist attraction centres are coming up in the island thus overthrowing this hard work done by the sea women.  Younger women in this area choose to work in resort hotels and leave this work for the elders.  Last but not the least, most of the girls and women these days do not know how to swim and because of these reasons, sea women are slowly becoming very few and extinct.                                                                                                                                                                                Written by:             Kruti Dipak Patel

Fool's Gold

An old miser lived in a house with a garden. The miser hid his gold coins in a pit under some stones in the garden. Every day, before going...