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Did you go on a vacation with your family recently? Do you wish to put down your thoughts about something that’s troubling you? Did a speech or talk inspire you to be a better human being? Are you a budding poet or painter? Whatever be your interest, use this space to speak up “Do not believe what your teacher tells you merely out of respect for the teacher.” Gautama Buddha 06 MY SPACE Want to see your articles and views featured in print and online? Register now at: toistudent.com HOW TO REGISTER: We have kept the registration process simple. You can regis- ter as a student, teacher, parent or ex- student. Simply key in your name, school details, email id, include a pic (optional), DOB, and you’re good to go. REGARDING THE SUBMISSIONS: We trust that the content sent by you is origi- nal. Kindly ensure that you have attached your image with the submission, and also mentioned your class, school and city details. FORMAT OF SUBMISSION: Text/Video/Image You can also mail at [email protected] WRITE FOR US T ake a walk outside your house. If you have done this you must have seen at least three of the following — a building, a car and a tree. The building and the car were either or all of these — white, silver, black, grey or beige. So, what do we deduce from this? Humans are extremely con- siderate towards colour-blind people. Also, they are mind- numbingly boring. Now that you have realised this, wher- ever you look you will only no- tice white, silver, black, beige and brown coloured objects. There are no other colours in our surroundings except these. Man-made objects only consists of these handful of colours. On the other hand, if you look at the above mentioned tree or even the insects on it for that matter, you will realise that nature is brimming with colours. Your typical nearby garden includes at least 63 dif- ferent colours, including 27 shades of green alone! En- gulfed in these mundane colours, a question arises in my mind. Why don’t we see bright colours in our sur- rounding? Why amongst the entire colour spectrum have we chosen to use only these four to five shades? That is when I realise that we are afraid of colours! Yes, you read that right. We are afraid to stand out, we are afraid to show ourselves. We live in a white-walled house in a beige building and drive silver cars, too afraid to be even an inch out of the boring. So why have we developed an aversion towards our nat- ural surroundings? For the same reason, I wonder why racism thrives and buildings are painted in dull colours! We are afraid to stand out. Our minds have been trained to only register distaste and dis- gust at the even a slight shift from the ordinary. Be it a dif- ference in skin colour or off- beat clothes or maybe a dif- ferent profession too. How did we get here? I guess with years and years of conditioning to accept and respect only or- dinary things? Who de- cided that formal clo- thing only comprises black, blue, white and grey? Who decided that being colourful is informal? Ever since childhood we have been taught that anything out of the ordinary is meant to be dis- liked. But can you imagine just for a moment a world drenched in colours. Stepping outside a building painted in flaming or- ange, to walk on roads of deep blue. Opening the door of your indigo car and to have your hair dyed a leafy green. So the next time you see your grandmother dying her hair black ask her why she wouldn’t like it an electric blue or green. SANIKA DESHMUKH, class IX, Fr Agnel Multipurpose School & Jr College, Vashi SILENT TEARS: KHUSHI SALUJA, class XII, Bright Future Sr Sec School, Nirman Nagar, Jaipur WAR, PEACE, SADNESS AND HAPPINESS Sadness has no weight But neither does happiness They cancel out each other The way negative Cancels out positive I contradict myself These two are individual aspects But their collective is of another respect War and Peace Strive to keep each other alive If there is peace on the outside There is war on the inside There is peace for one, But 50 others fight, For something as important as their human right Some people, Some nations, Have found themselves! But for others it is an art, To rip themselves apart To know peace, We must know war too, After all they are siblings They fight and love They are community and hatred They are both unity, And disunity We owe our struggle to them What is our war, though? It is sadness and happiness War is the devastation of loss Yet, it is also the joy of victory Peace, it is both too So what if there is calm worldwide? It is nearly impossible to forget the ups and downs of our own story Sadness and happiness War and peace Walk hand in hand, Down a street They can choose to fly But they are free Why are they free? They are every- thing around them A rejuvenating holiday in Tamil Nadu L ast summer, my family and me had gone on a trip to Tamil Nadu. Our first stop was a hill-top resort in Madurai. Standing at the top and looking down at the city, all we saw was a glitter of lights. After vis- its various temples, includ- ing the famous Madurai Meenakshi Temple, we made our way to Rameswaram. The next morning, we set out ear- ly to see the sunrise; the rhythmic waves creating a symphony of their in the own set my heart thumping. The Rameshwaraswamy Temple where we went, has 21 wells or theertham and the wa- ter is considered to be sacred. Visiting Dhanushkodi, a delta, meant going to the ‘tip of the land’. The place is sparsely in- habited and has very few fa- cilities for tourists. The blaz- ing sun drained all our ener- gy. The blue, pure water spread as far as the eyes could see. We then travelled to our last des- tination – Kanyakumari – where the sunset was soul soothing. The Swamy Vivekananda Memorial’s boat ride was really mem- orable. Throughout the ride my heart was in my mouth. My eyes searched every nook and corner for some flat land. Here, I understood that people living on plain land are really blessed. Of course, the visit to myriad places has taught me to accept the realities of life and also to equip myself during dire situa- tions. At the same time this trip replenished my energy, rejuve- nated me and created a desire to visit others places in India and around the world. MONISHA S HONNAGIRI, class XI, NPS Kengeri, Bengaluru SPORTS HELPS ME FACE THE CHALLENGES IN LIFE DEVINA SINGH, class XI, Shikshantar School, Gurgaon COLOUR ME COLOURFUL THE REAL HOME HARSHITA, class X, Diya Academy of Learning, Bengaluru M y parents always wanted me to be- come a sportstar. Hence, they kept me away from electronic gadgets and ex- posed me to sports. I got interested in ten- nis and started playing it from the age of four. It’s been five years now. Gradually, I started participating in tourna- ments and it built more confi- dence and focus towards the task at hand. This hobby has instilled in me a sense of preparedness and now I never feel tense when it comes to academics. Sports has made me more pa- tient, sen- sitive, pow- erful and strong enough to face challenges in life. I feel excited and in- spired when I taste success, no matter what obstacles are lying ahead. Success empowers me. So, I request all parents to take an active role in helping children pursue at least one hobby. It really helps to keep us fit, both physically and mentally. DRISHIKA, class III, NPS Kengeri, Bengaluru RAINBOW BIRDIE: MIDHUN S V, class VIII, Sainik School, Kazhakootam, Thiruvananthapuram SUN AND SAND: DIA PILLAI, class V, Maharaja Agrasen Vidyalaya, Ahmedabad My Space doesn’t end here. The discussions and debates continue on www.toistudent.com. So if you want to serve your views on the web too, head to www.toistudent.com. Register now! SKETCHED: PARANSHI ZAVERI, class XI, NES International, Mulund West WE ARE ONE: UMAIZA ABDUL GAFFAR DESHMUKH, class IX, Crescent High School and Junior College, Pune The horrific glimpses of tomor- row are reflected on a shattered glass, But peace weaves a stronger string to make our hopes last. As the world, a beautiful place which once was, and which now is on the brink of disintegrating into chaos and misery, Is being held by peace which beholds the power to spread happiness and serenity. As love, which once radi- ated a beautiful, dazzling light, and which now is unable to shine, Speaks through peace for us to hear its plight. The place we call our home, is on the edge of getting destroyed, But peace, which has the ability to preserve binds it together. And the people we call our own, now encompass becoming our foes, But peace tries strengthening our bond! THE POWER OF PEACE Two days ago, Was born a new bird, In the modern world. The eyes opened with grace, The bird started its flight, To search for a home with its sight. But suddenly came the dark clouds, Not from up, but from down It saw evil creatures, Dusting, smoking, cutting the beautiful nature. The bird went to the hills, Valleys, mountains and plains. But could not find a place. It went to the trees. But was shocked to find none of them free Some were cut, some were dry But none were fit and fine, The bird at last found a real home, In the palace of God – the real home. CHILDHOOD DAYS When I look back at my life Those fun-filled days of childhood, Nothing was complicated, Everything seemed so simple, So peaceful and full of fun. When I look back at my life, I see a little child, Innocent and mild. A smile I always had, And laughter filled my days. The smell of the earth during rain Those paper boats I floated. The beautiful rainbow bright With colours across the sky. The singing of carols in winter Decorating the Christmas tree, And waiting for Santa Claus, For presents at midnight. Those days of love and laughter, Father’s hugs and mother’s care, Fighting with brothers and sisters, Oh! For things so trivial! Grandma’s delicacies, Grandpa’s advice I remember everything like a long, lost dream. Wish I could be a child again, And enjoy those carefree days again. SANIA SUNIL, class IX, Zebar School for Children, Ahmedabad F ield trips are the essence of a student’s life. From playing antaakshari and dumb cha- rades on the bus to eating junk food till we are extra full, such trips with classmates is really mem- orable. This field trip was the last one of our student life but we were just as excited about it as our first one. Spread across nine acres of land and surrounded by Nandi hills, Skandagiri and Brahmagiri among others, Discovery Village offered a beautiful view and a unique experi- ence. The architecture was eco-friend- ly and designed with locally sourced materials like coloured glass, bottles and earthen pots. The first activity we took part in was rope training, which required a mid-path between stamina and bal- ance. We had to walk through an aer- ial labyrinth of ropes and cables, us- ing just an overhead string to guide us along. We played team sports which made us realise the impor- tance of teamwork, especially in sports. We had access to many indoor and outdoor games, including age- old games like ‘Chowka-Bara’ and ‘Ataguli Mane’. Outdoor sports in- cluded swimming, football, cricket and a huge outdoor chessboard with pieces that came up to our hips! All these activities made us hungry and we were provided with a huge spread of delicious and sumptuous food. We also had a drum circle activity where we learnt to play beats and tones on an instrument called the Djembe and tambourines. This was very entertaining as it is always interesting to learn and understand a new instrument. We also learnt the art of pottery on a potter’s wheel. We were taught to make pots of different sizes and carve intricate designs on them. Get- ting to work hands-on with clay was really enjoyable. Discovery Village made us connect with nature through ad- venture sports, indoor and outdoor sports, dance and music. It was a much-needed change from the monotonous routine of school and studying. The memory of this trip will be forever cherished and pre- served because of the number of photographs we took. – SUNIDHI SAMPIGE, class X, The Brigade School, Malleswaram IMP: All the articles and poems are published with bare minimum editing. CONNECTING WITH NATURE ARSHIYA GUPTA, class IX, Learning Paths School, Mohali

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Did you go on a vacation with your family recently?Do you wish to put down your thoughts about

something that’s troubling you? Did a speech ortalk inspire you to be a better human being? Areyou a budding poet or painter? Whatever be yourinterest, use this space to speak up

“Do not believe what your teacher tells youmerely out of respect for the teacher.”

Gautama Buddha06 MY SPACE

Want to see your articles andviews featured in print andonline? Register now at:

toistudent.comHOW TO REGISTER: We have kept theregistration process simple. You can regis-ter as a student, teacher, parent or ex-student. Simply key in your name, schooldetails, email id, include a pic (optional),DOB, and you’re good to go.

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T ake a walk outside yourhouse. If you have donethis you must have seen

at least three of the following— a building, a car and a tree.The building and the car wereeither or all of these — white,silver, black, grey or beige. So,what do we deduce from this?Humans are extremely con-siderate towards colour-blindpeople. Also, they are mind-numbingly boring. Now thatyou have realised this, wher-ever you look you will only no-tice white, silver, black, beige

and brown coloured objects.There are no other colours inour surroundings exceptthese. Man-made objects onlyconsists of these handful of colours.

On the other hand, if youlook at the above mentionedtree or even the insects on itfor that matter, you will realisethat nature is brimming withcolours. Your typical nearbygarden includes at least 63 dif-ferent colours, including 27shades of green alone! En-gulfed in these mundanecolours, a question arises in

my mind. Why don’t we seebright colours in our sur-rounding? Why amongst theentire colour spectrum havewe chosen to use only thesefour to five shades? That iswhen I realise that we areafraid of colours! Yes, youread that right. We are afraidto stand out, we are afraid toshow ourselves. We live in awhite-walled house in a beigebuilding and drive silver cars,too afraid to be even an inchout of the boring.

So why have we developed

an aversion towards our nat-ural surroundings? For thesame reason, I wonder whyracism thrives and buildingsare painted in dull colours! Weare afraid to stand out. Ourminds have been trained toonly register distaste and dis-gust at the even a slight shiftfrom the ordinary. Be it a dif-ference in skin colour or off-beat clothes or maybe a dif-ferent profession too.

How did we get here?I guess with years andyears of conditioning toaccept and respect only or-

dinarythings?Who de-cided thatformal clo-thing onlycomprises black,blue, white andgrey? Who decidedthat being colourful isinformal? Ever sincechildhood we have beentaught that anything out ofthe ordinary is meant to be dis-liked. But can you imagine justfor a moment a world drenched

in colours. Stepping outside abuilding painted in flaming or-ange, to walk on roads of deepblue. Opening the door of yourindigo car and to have yourhair dyed a leafy green.

So the next time you seeyour grandmother dying herhair black ask her why shewouldn’t like it an electric blue or green.

SANIKA DESHMUKH, class IX, Fr Agnel

Multipurpose School & Jr College,

Vashi

SILENTTEARS:KHUSHISALUJA, classXII, BrightFuture Sr SecSchool,

NirmanNagar, Jaipur

WAR, PEACE, SADNESS AND HAPPINESSSadness has no weightBut neither does happiness They cancel out each otherThe way negative Cancels out positive I contradict myself These two are individual aspectsBut their collective is of anotherrespectWar and Peace Strive to keep each other aliveIf there is peace on the outsideThere is war on the inside

There is peace for one, But 50 others fight, For something as important astheir human rightSome people, Some nations, Have found themselves!

But for others it is an art, To rip themselves apartTo know peace, We must know war too, After all they are siblings They fight and love They are community and hatredThey are both unity, And disunityWe owe our struggle to themWhat is our war, though? It is sadness and happinessWar is the devastation of loss

Yet, it is also the joy of victory Peace, it is both tooSo what if there is calm worldwide? It is nearly impossible to forget theups and downs of our own storySadness and happinessWar and peaceWalk hand in hand, Down a streetThey can choose to flyBut they are freeWhy are they free? They are every-thing around them

A rejuvenating holiday in Tamil Nadu

L ast summer, my family andme had gone on a trip toTamil Nadu. Our first stop

was a hill-top resort in Madurai.Standing at the top and lookingdown at the city, all we saw was

a glitter of lights. After vis-its various temples, includ-ing the famous MaduraiMeenakshi Temple, we madeour way to Rameswaram. Thenext morning, we set out ear-

ly to see the sunrise; therhythmic waves creating asymphony of their in the own

set my heart thumping.The Rameshwaraswamy

Temple where we went, has 21wells or theertham and the wa-ter is considered to be sacred.Visiting Dhanushkodi, a delta,meant going to the ‘tip of theland’. The place is sparsely in-habited and has very few fa-cilities for tourists. The blaz-ing sun drained all our ener-gy. The blue, pure water spreadas far as the eyes could see. Wethen travelled to our last des-

tination – Kanyakumari –where the sunset was soulsoothing. The SwamyVivekananda Memorial’sboat ride was really mem-orable. Throughout the ride

my heart was in my mouth. Myeyes searched every nook andcorner for some flat land. Here,I understood that people livingon plain land are really blessed.Of course, the visit to myriadplaces has taught me to acceptthe realities of life and also toequip myself during dire situa-tions. At the same time this tripreplenished my energy, rejuve-nated me and created a desire tovisit others places in India andaround the world.

MONISHA S HONNAGIRI, class XI, NPS

Kengeri, Bengaluru

SPORTS HELPS ME FACE THE CHALLENGES IN LIFE

DEVINA SINGH, class XI, Shikshantar School, Gurgaon

COLOUR ME COLOURFUL

THE REAL HOME

HARSHITA, class X, Diya Academy of Learning, Bengaluru

My parents alwayswanted me to be-come a sportstar.

Hence, theykept me away

from electronicgadgets and ex-

posed me to sports.I got interested in ten-

nis and started playingit from the age of four.It’s been five yearsnow.

Gradually, I startedparticipating in tourna-

ments and it built more confi-dence and focus towards the

task at hand. This hobby hasinstilled in me a sense ofpreparedness and now Inever feel tense when itcomes to academics. Sports

has made memore pa-

tient, sen-sitive, pow-

erful and strongenough to face

challenges in life. I feel excited and in-

spired when I taste success,no matter what obstaclesare lying ahead. Successempowers me. So, I requestall parents to take an active role

in helping children pursueat least one hobby. It reallyhelps to keep us fit, both physically and mentally.

DRISHIKA, class III, NPSKengeri, Bengaluru

RAINBOW BIRDIE: MIDHUN SV, class VIII, Sainik School,Kazhakootam, Thiruvananthapuram

SUN AND SAND: DIA PILLAI, class V, MaharajaAgrasen Vidyalaya, Ahmedabad

My Space doesn’tend here. The discussionsand debates continue on

www.toistudent.com. So if youwant to serve your views on

the web too, head towww.toistudent.com.

Register now!

SKETCHED: PARANSHIZAVERI, class XI, NESInternational, Mulund West

WE ARE ONE: UMAIZA ABDUL GAFFARDESHMUKH, class IX, Crescent High School

and Junior College, Pune

The horrific glimpses of tomor-row are reflected on a shattered glass, But peace weaves a strongerstring to make our hopes last.As the world, a beautiful placewhich once was, and which nowis on the brink of disintegratinginto chaos and misery, Is being held by peace whichbeholds the power to spreadhappiness and serenity.

As love, which once radi-ated a beautiful, dazzlinglight, and which now isunable to shine,Speaksthrough peacefor us to hear itsplight.The place we callour home, is on theedge of gettingdestroyed,

But peace, whichhas the ability to

preserve binds ittogether.

And the people wecall our own, nowencompassbecoming our

foes,But peace tries

strengthening ourbond!

THE POWER OF PEACE

Two days ago, Was born a new bird,In the modern world.The eyes opened with grace,The bird started its flight, To search for a home withits sight.But suddenly came thedark clouds,Not from up, but from downIt saw evil creatures,Dusting, smoking, cuttingthe beautiful nature.

The bird went to the hills,Valleys, mountains and plains.But could not find a place.It went to the trees.But was shocked to findnone of them freeSome were cut, somewere dryBut none were fit and fine,The bird at last found areal home,In the palace of God – thereal home.

CHILDHOOD DAYSWhen I look back at my lifeThose fun-filled days ofchildhood,Nothing was complicated,Everything seemed so simple,So peaceful and full of fun.When I look back at my life,I see a little child, Innocent and mild.A smile I always had,And laughter filled my days.

The smell of the earth during rainThose paper boats I floated.The beautiful rainbowbrightWith colours across the sky.The singing of carols in winterDecorating the Christmastree,And waiting for SantaClaus,For presents at midnight.

Those days of love andlaughter,Father’s hugs and mother’s care,Fighting with brothers andsisters,Oh! For things so trivial!Grandma’s delicacies,Grandpa’s adviceI remember everythinglike a long, lost dream.Wish I could be a child again,And enjoy those carefreedays again.

SANIA SUNIL, class IX, Zebar School for Children, Ahmedabad

F ield trips are the essence of astudent’s life. From playingantaakshari and dumb cha-rades on the bus to eating

junk food till we are extra full, suchtrips with classmates is really mem-orable. This field trip was the last oneof our student life but we were justas excited about it as our first one.

Spread across nine acres of landand surrounded by Nandi hills,Skandagiri and Brahmagiri amongothers, Discovery Village offered abeautiful view and a unique experi-ence. The architecture was eco-friend-ly and designed with locally sourcedmaterials like coloured glass, bottlesand earthen pots.

The first activity we took part inwas rope training, which required amid-path between stamina and bal-ance. We had to walk through an aer-ial labyrinth of ropes and cables, us-

ing just an overhead string to guideus along. We played team sportswhich made us realise the impor-tance of teamwork, especially insports. We had access to many indoorand outdoor games, including age-old games like ‘Chowka-Bara’ and‘Ataguli Mane’. Outdoor sports in-cluded swimming,

football, cricket and a huge outdoorchessboard with pieces that came upto our hips!

All these activities made ushungry and we were providedwith a huge spread of deliciousand sumptuous food.

We also had a drum circle

activity where we learnt to play beatsand tones on an instrument calledthe Djembe and tambourines. Thiswas very entertaining as it is alwaysinteresting to learn and understanda new instrument.

We also learnt the art of potteryon a potter’s wheel. We were taughtto make pots of different sizes andcarve intricate designs on them. Get-ting to work hands-on with clay wasreally enjoyable.

Discovery Village made us connect with nature through ad-venture sports, indoor and outdoorsports, dance and music. It was amuch-needed change from the monotonous routine of school andstudying.

The memory of this trip will beforever cherished and pre-served because of the numberof photographs we took.

– SUNIDHI SAMPIGE, class X, TheBrigade School, Malleswaram

IMP: A l l the ar t ic les and poems are pub l ished w ith bare min imum ed it ing .

C O N N E C T I N G W I T H N AT U R E

ARSHIYA GUPTA, class IX, Learning Paths School, Mohali