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Club Activities and Learning

 The continuous comprehensive evaluation(CCE) and the club activities at our school remind us that academics isn't all.   As unique creatures created by GOD ,rather than mass manufactured products,it gives us opportunities to spread out our wings and master our talents; to perfect ourselves.    This year's club activities witnessed a number of productive programmes conducted every month for students from class VIII to X.The various clubs and their co-ordinators have done their best to make effective use of the limited time available.  The clubs also participated in the cleaning campaign organised in October ,for cleaning the school premises.The different clubs put in their best efforts to make their alloted areas look the best.   Along with the support of members from other clubs,the social  service club paid  a visit to an orphanage.A group of 25 students along with teachers were involved in this.A sense of social responsibility has been created and it has sensitised

Nostalgia

I was rushing in and out of my house, Trying my luck at getting Everything in order The bustle of the vehicles on the road, The tinkling of the plates in the kitchen, The uproar of the kids inside, When all of a sudden , I tripped and fell Fell over something yonder Fell over something hard! My eyes couldn't believe What I beheld ,nor could it deny It was my age old toy, My all time companion Lying before me, as it was, All in place,fair and well, The talking bunny! Memories flooded my head, As I saw my bunny, Now in my middle ages, I find it more than wierd, But back then it seemed more than a toy It had been my sole true mate To  whom I kept no gaps,no distance, To whom words would flow out, Like a stream flowing into the river! My brain was saturated with emotions, As I saw this motionless creature. Once my life was centred around it, When all my joys and sorrows it knew, Or so I thought! Nostalgia...it fills my soul! It reminded me, Made me peek, Peek into those colorful days

Mortars and Shells Around...

Where am I? In which world,or.... Is this any world? All I see is abstractness, My mind is blank..... I know not . I can see the smoke unfurling, Steam rolling the ray of hope! I see fire rising , Rising up above, I can hear the frail cries All around me It puts me in distress Where in the holy world, am I? People running hither thither Motionless bodies,thousands of them on the floor Handless,headless,figure less! The buildings crumpled, Not one left untouched! Where in the holy world ,am I? Men and women huddle together  Newborns struggling with life Children running out, Naked with fright. There goes another bomb Or is it a missile, Or probably a canon Or is it the shattered lives Flying high as they can? I know not. Yet another child waking up, To the melancholy of his nation, To the itinerary song,  Of the mortars and shells, To the drain of happiness! When will brutality fall back? When will it lose might? Or is it our destiny? Is it ou

The secret of success

It was for the first and probably the last time in my history at St.Thomas that a class in which I've been in has managed to bag the first prize in the class magazine competition.Well,it is simple as that-we are supposed to create a magazine of our  class with the works of our colleagues,be it poems,stories,articles or even drawings in the best possible creative manner in which we can.But to tell you the truth,it is the most hectic task of an academic year when all students go crazy with associated works of the magazine.We bunk classes,run behind it all throughout the year and have to finally catch up with others when it comes to academics.The making of the class magazine is something that has enough stuff to keep me busy all the day and make me tensed if not create a pressure cooker out of my head!I remember the days when  we all spent the whole year working desperately hard only to mess up everything in the end.We start collecting the articles in June when the year starts and st

Continuous and Comprehensive Evaluation

 I am studying in a CBSE school.  Last year onwards we started having the new method of teaching-CCE method-Continuous and Comprehensive Evaluation.This is a method of teaching giving  importance to projects and other extra curricular activities.      In our school we have a CCE period. Different teachers take different subjects like maths,science,home science,music,art,dramatics,quiz and so on and so forth.In my class the CCE subject was maths.We all thought it will be a really boring one and we couldn't imagine!The first CCE starting with maths!What a dreadful thing,we thought. But it was really interesting.We learnt about the Napiers bones system of  multiplication,pascals triangle and a wonderful maths puzzle.We were rather competitive in doing these problems but this added colour to our first CCE.     Our next one was craft in which we were asked to make a beautiful flower and any other craft items also.My flower was OK but my other activity that is a house and its surroun

HEAL THE WORLD

I woke up one morning Dreamt,rather day dreamt, About my world, Flourishing,nourishing, progressing. From the tip of the sunset Of Kanyakumari, To the beautiful heaven Of Kashmir,I behold a vision….. Let the immortal robusted faces  Of  hatred and corruption, Vanish through the seas, Into the depth of the oceans; Where it settles, Dies  and decays, Forming debris ,that does  No  harm to our race! I wish we live as one, Love as one For we are nothing  But  specks of dust God created With the snakes,dragons and spiders Around the Universe. And then ,this world, Brutally altered by us Could be brought back With the hope of a better world! Precisely,HEAL THE WORLD,and Make it a worthy place to live on!

The vast , the endless

LAYING myself down on the moist sand My vision persisted, My views stretched, Widened and elongated, The bounds of my mind farthened, Towards the sublime, The vast , the endless- The sea. The divinity engulfed me, Embraced me; for all I know I had been in captivity, By the vast  blue sheath  around me- The sea! I could see the endless waves, Dancing on its way, Dancing like a musical  fountain, Chittering and chattering, With the blue sky, Waving at the coloufrul birds, And colourful kites well above; The sea! The boats, enormous and tiny , Struggling to keep up With the gushing waves, Combing the waters for treasure troves of food, The crabs toddling and limping, Side by side, Wriggling and quibbling, Into their tiny homes. The kids were jumping, Laughing and playing, Flip-flopping on the sand,barefoot Swimming against the waves,goggle-less! The hue of their heart’s desire, Bursting into radiant and colourfu

THE STARS

When exactly did I start Noticing the beautiful world around me The trees , the plants, The flowers The sky the moon  And Oh! the stars! Those twinkling little buddies Used to wink at me From high above Their faces wide with a heavenly smile Those belles The stars! They gripped my heart, They enveloped me, I felt as if I had , A hundred thousands with me; The stars But …,I saw a few of them, Down ,down on the earth, On  the streets,at homes, With people,as humans, I saw those stars! They did not have fair skin, Nor did they have blue eyes, But yet ,really beautiful… Their pure heart! They had the heart, The heart to care, The heart to love, The heart to share pain The heart with concern and compassion. Lending their helping hand To a forlorn brother; Bringing back the smile In atleast a face; Inspiring  a heavy lot, And make them take heart again. They may not be found in pictures Of the pantheons

The man of my dreams

C lad around in a white cloth, Clinging on to a clumsy stick, Walking briskly up and down, All through the lanes of India, Through the congested lives of people, Through their dwellings and struggles, Travels that old man  of my dreams! With the shimmer of his bald head, The reflection of his round glasses, And the radiance of his long sandals, Voyages  that hero of mine, Through the chambers of my heart!   Not a sign of tumultuous behavior. With tolerance as wide as firmament, All moves in tranquility , All moves acutely, He enraptured the crowds of India, He revived the future of India, That half naked fakir! The man of my dreams! My hero!  

What to Jot Down

What do I  jot down on the diary,  in which , I am scribbling without end? I think of something… um… But no! That ain’t good enough! Oh! my brain Why don’t you think of something for me, To write down,on these blank pages With my blue inked ,pink pen! There is nothing coming to my  mind I start imagining of  malicious forests,  Soaring kites, pillows, willows…. Finally turning back to square one with a big cross ink smash! My brains haven’t had Enough of a feast. It has been munched up By  something terrible! Something stupid! Work for me,Mr.Brain, For I am your owner Talk to me ; Converse, converse, converse And  finally , There is something worthy I can boast about Alas! I’ve  written down Something on this Otherwise blank paper; I know why it had been cross with me. Well I know why it was reluctant to my pleas. For in me ,my brain is the owner And me – its acting tool!

Receiving Cash Prize and Certificate

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Receiving Cash  prize and certificate for state first position in  the "Dr.PC Alexander Memorial Extempore speech competition 2014" from Harsh Mathew Director and Assistant Editor Malayala Manorama. Standing beside are  Shri Mohammed Haneesh IAS and former Chief Secretary Shri CP Nair IAS (Rtd) 

First Prize in the State level extempore speech competition by All Kerela Balajanasakhyam

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After winning  the FIRST prize in the state level "Dr. P.C ALEXANDER MEMORIAL Extempore Speech Competition 2014 ,English Junior Category along with winners from other categories .This photo was published in the first page of  Malayala Manorama Daily on 12 th Jan  2014. Girl with red shirt is me!

My Paintings

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