Suruma Writes On...

 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...

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...

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 dest...

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 a...