Association with Kinnari Cultural Centre

With great pleasure, I would also like to inform you that Tejal Creative Writing Classes is going to be associated with KINNARI CULTURAL CENTRE. It is a NGO which runs hobby classes in South Mumbai. The income generated is used to finance the education of underprivileged kids.

Kinnari Cultural Centre is situated next to Tata garden, Breach Candy, South Mumbai. Please do pass on the information to your friends and relative if they are interested in enhancing their child’s English creative writing skills.
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Exam Circular

EXAM 2010-2011

THANK YOU PARENTS

FOR YOUR ENTHUSIASTIC PARTCIPATION IN

THE EXAMS HELD ON 23.1.2011 AND 5.2.2011

This exam was a tool to gauge the level of understanding of the students – what we teach and what is the output on paper, what is understood and digested – well enough to put it in practice in their writing skills.

THE EXAM RESULTS ARE THE FRUIT OF THESE SINCERE EFFORTS

As we checked the papers, it was indeed heartening to note that the training of the past 6 months has greatly influenced the students writing skills. Their expression of ideas has improved greatly, with the usage of thesaurus and vocabulary taught in the classes.

The aim of TEJAL’S CREATIVE WRITING CLASSES is to enable the child to spell out his thoughts in a clear, logical sequence of ideas, adding a touch of imagination in fluent language. I FEEL WE HAVE SUCCEDED IN THIS TO A CERTAIN EXTENT.

In continuance with our efforts, in the direction of flowering the writing skills of our students, we will now be conducting –

TEJAL’S CREATIVE WRITING SKILLS CERTIFICATE EXAM – LEVEL 1

TEJAL’S CREATIVE WRITING SKILLS CERTIFICATE EXAM – LEVEL 2

The exam will be conducted in September and January. It will be compulsory for the students to appear for the exam. On passing out, they will be awarded certificates.

We believe that these exams will go a long way in fulfilling every parents desire to see the child’s writing skills flourish. Passing each level will enable each child to cross the obstacles of self doubt and hesitation and MAKE WRITING A JOY.

WISH YOU ALL THE BEST!!!!!

Parents do visit our blog www.livelaughlearnwithtejal.blogspot or google Tejal Mehta’s Creative Writing Classes. All our students’ exemplary work and photographs have been posted. We will greatly appreciate your comments and suggestions.

My mother

Mothers are our best friends. She helps us in everything we do. God has made

mothers to take care of children. Even my mother is very caring. Her name is

Rachna.

My mother takes care of everyone in my family. When my grandfather

slipped in the washroom as the ground was wet, he got a hand problem. He

could not lift up his hand. Then my mother asked him to do hand exercises and

touch the ceiling. Day after day he kept on doing and this is how now he can lift

his hand properly. She has a very jovial and cheerful nature. She is a very good

painter,and interior designer. She has designed my brother’s, my sister's and my

study table. She has won many gold medals. Every year her sister and she

play Navratri in school and win First Prize. She is the one who has taught us

good morals of Life. Because of her knowledge and intelligence we could achieve and learn many new things.

I am very thankful to God to give me such a loving,affectionate,polite,tolerant,

considerate and understanding mother. My mother is the best mother in the

whole world.

-Shreya

In our life many people play an important role, first are our parents and then our teacher.

They not only make us play but also teach us good habits and make us good human

beings. They also impart knowledge to us. My favourite teacher is Kavita Miss.

She is very sincere and dedicated towards her work.Before she came in our school

we were only taught Art & nothing else. But when she came she was so hardworking and

industrious that we were taught craft, fabric painting and many more things.

In class she never shouts at us. if ever we do not understand something, she affectionately

calls us & explains it to us. Her approach towards all the children in class is very loving

and that is why we all are very fond of her.She is very tolerant to us as whenever we throw

tantrums or misbehave in class she is always calm and patient.She is also very sweet &

cool tempered.

We have a lot of fun on trips because of her cheerful and jovial nature. She

also has a good sense of humor.

I am very happy & lucky to get a teacher like her who is very kind.compassionate,

generous and warm hearted.She is a true Angel.

-Shreeya

letter describing a trek

Dear Aashna,

Yesterday it was an amazing experience at Sanjay Gandhi National Park. I would like to share a few exciting moments with you.

Our departure from school was at 8.30 a.m. by bus and we reached there at 9.30 a.m. At first when we saw the monkeys we got scared and excited because some of the monkeys had jumped on our bus. After we got out of our bus, the teachers gave us some instructions. We walked a little & soon reached the Kaneri Caves where we saw carved paintings. We took our lunch near a river.

My mother had given me two boxes of Maggi noodles, one for my friends and the other for me. We all shared our lunch with each other. It was nearly a 3.5 km trek.We all were so tired that we could not stand on our feet. But after lunch when our teacher allowed us to get wet in the nearby spring, we shrieked out with joy.The feel of water on our body relieved all our stress. We played andsplashed water on each other,we all were fully soaked with water.It was a thrilling experience.After the bath we felt as fresh as flowers & now we were ready to move on.

The journey back to the bus was not so tiring as we were so eager to reach home. In the bus we sang songs,plated games like Dumb charades and talked a lot. We reached school at 4.30 p.m. The minute our bus stopped all the children let out a high pitched whoop of joy.This was my best knowledgeable & exciting trek till date.

I wished even you would be there than i would have had more fun. Ihope that next year you will also join us and make it more joyful than what it was this year. Give my regards to Uncle and Aunty.

Your Loving Friend

S H R E E Y A

Admissions 2011-12

It is very heartening to note that many of our students have excelled in composition writing and won a number of certificates for the same from schools and other institutions. The curriculum for this year is prepared with the intention to make creative writing more fun and innovative. It will make the students very comfortable while attempting any topic under the sun.

Keeping in mind these dynamic changes, the next year’s fee structure will be as follows:

• Rs 9500 for 35 turns

The above amount includes the following expenses:

• Class fees
• Level 1 exam, report card and certificate
• Level 2 exam, report card and certificate
• A file
• Researched, typed and Xeroxed worksheets
• Xeroxed exam papers of various schools

A non-refundable registration fee of Rs 250 will be charged at the time of the exams.

Please send in a cheque of Rs 9500 dated April 1^st 2011 in the name of Tejal Mehta, latest by 27^th February. After which the vacancies will be filled with the waiting list students. Please note only if prior intimation of one day in advance is given will make up turns be allowed. There will be no refund at the end of the year. The onus will be on the parents to remember and complete the missed out turns.

BE THE EARLY BIRD AND SEND IN THE CONFIRMATIONS FOR THE SUMMER CAMP AND JUNE 2011

Summer Camp

Summer Camp 2011

Parents will be delighted to know that we will be organizing a READING CLUB for our students this summer in answer to the parents persistent demand to create a reading habit in the children.

THE AIM OF THIS READING CLUB IS TO EXPOSE THE CHILDREN TO A

RANGE OF AUTHORS AND MAKE READING TIME FUN TIME.

The sessions will be focused on reading skills, related writing skills and games to make the summer camp exciting. It will be a 2 hour class from Monday to Friday. The last day will include a ten minute session of prize distribution. The camp timings will be from 3 pm to 5 pm. The dates are as under :

Juniors: 10-12 years -April 18^th to 22^nd/May 2^nd to 6^th

Seniors: 13-15 years -April 25^th to 29^th/May 23^rd to 27^th

The summer camp fees are - Rs 1000 to be paid by end of February. Incase you are unable to attend the camp after payment, prior intimation of 15 days is required, for a refund of Rs 800.

Picture Composition (C.N.M.School – of a boy and girl working somewhere and another boy bading goodbye.)

‘How dreadful and distressing their life must be! I exclaimed to myself on seeing the dull and gloomy face of the children working in Brijwasi, opposite my school. I waved goodbye to my darling mother. I felt downcast and very unhappy when I saw them struggling. Their blank expression made my heart heavy.

When I was going to my house I waved goodbye to my friend Monika.

As I bid her goodbye, I could hear the crashing noise of vessels. That was Rani who was scrubbing her soft palms, washing the dirty vessels. Then I even saw Raja making something. I felt sad on seeing their stressful faces. When I went and asked them what the matter was, they said that they had no parents, worked in Brijwasi the whole day.

I could not see even a light of happiness on their gloomy faces. Rani who looked pretty had now become an ugly girl. Her hair was disheveled and she looked pale. Her clothes were worn out. Raja was dull. He wore clothes which were stitched with rags. Childhood is a stage when we have fun with friends. It is the real beauty of life. Here you have the freedom to do whatever we want. After growing up when we think of childhood we just lose ourselves in thoughts. It is the most essential stage of life. When we recollect childhood memories we tend to laugh and tears of happiness roll down our cheeks.

Due to poverty, Raja and Rani can’t afford to study. They are those children who face the difficult stages of life. They lack knowledge. In childhood, the treasure of life is knowledge. If they would have even gained a bit of knowledge in childhood they would have been studying in Orphanages instead of giving up their childhood. Even after independence there are thousands of children suffering. Whatever we learn in childhood, no one can ever try to steal it away. It is always said that ‘knowledge gained can never be lost’.

Their daily work even affects their health. They don’t have proper shelters and their life is destroyed. It is not feasible for a child to work during the growing period. They don’t get milk so their bones and muscles are weak. This could cause severe consequences and even affect their health. Their metal tension and stress could lead to many problems. Their life is useless.

These are the children who have missed their childhood. They don’t the meaning of ‘life’. Thanks to God that their physical and mental strength have given them the power to face the ups and downs of life bravely. Let’s promise ourselves to give them the freedom to live, to educate and lead them a happy life. I will help Raja and Rani to lead a better life.

Airport

‘What a spectacular airport it is!' I exclaimed with awe . I was as cheerful as lark and was over the moon.

It was a bright morning and the time was 6:30 am. It was two weeks after the summer vacation and I had been busy packing my luggage as DAD had announced that we were visiting THAILAND, SINGAPORE and MALAYSIA. I was exultant and was brimming with joy. Soon we reached the international airport.

As soon as I stepped out of the taxi, a rush of warm air greeted us. Due to excitement I quickened my pace and brought a trolley. we entered inside after the security checked our passports and we were welcomed by an airhostess. It was a grand airport and I could not believe my eyes. I saw people pushing their trolleys filled with luggage. Soon we went to the counter and collected our boarding pass whereas our luggage was dragged by the airport officials.

As it was an international airport I could see various people coming and going to various places. They dressed according the country they belonged. A few smartly dressed men and women in-charge answered the queries of the passengers. I felt pride as so many people from abroad came to visit INDIA. While moving towards the checking of luggage I could see people standing with banners at the arrival hall outside. There were butterfly feelings and tears of joy on people’s face as they were meeting after long time. There were emotions on everyone’s face whether boarding or de-boarding. Some took blessings, by touching feet.

We reached the checking area. We as well our luggage was thoroughly checked by the numerous x-ray machines. Soon there was announcement that KINGFISHER 1012 was delayed due to some problem for 2 hours. I was despondent but however I recovered as it was my first visit and I could examine the airport carefully. The lounge was brightly lit up and tastefully decorated. There were languages of confusion and looks of misunderstanding on people’s face. There was huge screens displaying the arrival and departure of flights and at the same time announcements at regular intervals were made. I could see children playing with trolleys, men watching cricket game, while some waiting for their flights. I was thoroughly impressed on hearing the polite tone of an official at the airport explaining the confused passengers.

When I went further I was terrified on seeing throng of people at the duty free shops. I took my father there and bought a souvenir for myself. There were many others small gifts shops containing airport stacked books, toys and chocolates. Suddenly my mouth started watering by smells of coffee, fried food and cinnamon buns from cafeteria. There were rats in my stomach so I had sandwich and cold drink from the restaurants.

There was only thirty minutes left for our departure so we did not roam further. When I sat I saw the sky train terminal. Soon we sat in the bus. We heard the zooming of airplanes as they took off the runway. There were lights flashing on tips of the wings of the plane. There were counter of various airlines. I could see small lorries with luggage carrying to various planes. Now there were no limit to my excitement. Finally after the two hours delay we stopped inside the plane. Luckily I got the window seat so the view was spectacular. Traveling first time in a international flight was awesome.

-Navya Mehta

Floods

“Save me! Save me! My ears were poisoned by the cries of men. I was petrified and a chill ran down my spine when I saw him.

It was raining very heavily. Though the showers of rain covered the shortage of water in cities facing water scarcity but it’s consequences were bad. Once again a common feature had hit India in southern parts.

The Mithi River had overflowed its banks causing floods in low-lying areas. It was a dreadful scene. The village looked as if it was an island surrounded by a vast sea. Our bus suddenly stopped. We were told to get off the bus. We had to cross the river in boats. The climate was horrifying and everybody panicked with fear. We could see that many people clung onto the trees as floods had entered their shelters. There were helpless victims raising cries.

I told the rescuer that there was a man little far who was crying for help. While going there I saw the carcasses floating on river. I gave a loud scream ‘Aaaaaah! Aaaaaah!’ I was scared out of wits and was quacking with fear. The man was rescued in the end but his family had died. He was shaking from head to feet. I could see food packages thrown from a helicopter. The forceful current of the stormy water had carried away animals like cows, buffaloes and dogs which were the lifeline of some people. The water had Created havoc. It had submerged streets and homes, houses were collapsed and huts were destroyed. After the water had receded people moved rendered homeless. Many of them had lost their near and dear ones and the trees were uprooted. The people were in great distress. The natural calamity had also destroyed the fields and farms.

Floods had even attacked Mumbai on 26 July, 2005. It had created a lot of mess. Floods in Mumbai were even caused due to blockage of drainage systems and sewage. Our minor mistake could lead to several calamities as well as consequences.

-Navya Mehta

Bomb in the train

“My child! My child! ” The lady exclaimed. She was heart-broken and cried madly.

It was evening when I caught the train to Delhi. I was elated to see my dear city. I was stretching myself on the birth. On reaching Kota the train was filled to capacity. I was completely bored as my all time friend's [mobile] battery was down, so exchanged pleasantries with the person next to me. I played 'X' and 'O' with her daughter.

She was going to get down at Meerut. She was a very kind-hearted person but her husband had gone to the heaven. Suddenly a man entered. He looked suspiciously at all of us. He was sitting in the compartment next to mine. He had just got a small bag and had adjusted down his seat. While playing my pen fell down and I went to pick it up. Suddenly I heard a strange noise. And, when I looked down, I saw it was a BOMB!!! I was terrified and pulled the chain. I told everyone to escape as there was a bomb. Everyone were out. But the poor granny was sobbing badly as her daughter was inside. She had almost fainted. I plucked up courage and went in. I cold see that the little girl was injured badly. I ran towards the girl.

I carried her and ran as fast as I could and in no time there was a big sound. The compartment had shattered into piece. For a moment I could feel the warmth and my skin was burning. It felt like a disaster like Tsunami. It was our destiny to be safe.

The old granny and her sweet daughter thanked me from the bottom of their heart. The girl was infinitely safe and secure. Another train arrived and we reached our destination safely.

-Navya Mehta

Project on Space

I TOOK THE MORNING NEWSPAPER AND READ THE HEADLINES………..

I took the morning newspaper and read the headlines “WATER FOUND ON MARS”. I was shocked and just stared at the headlines. I could not believe my eyes even after splashing cold water on my face.

My dad told me that the video of “WATER ON MARS” was shone on T.V. NASA had sent a satellite two years ago on which must have reached there. I wanted to do research about it on the internet as we had a project on it. I found a lot of beautiful pictures on websites. I immediately saved the video and pictures about solar system on water on mars etc. for our project. I was so excited that I called my friends.

I was very happy but there was a problem. We had to even make a model. We immediately decided to meet at one of my friend’s place. We needed a lot of co-operation. Two of them went down to bring materials. Two of the people who were good in their language skills made a brilliant speech and by that time, one of my friends and I planned the model and a chart. By then the material was brought. Without resting for a while we began to start our model. We divided our work so that we could do it quickly.

We had not finished until night. The next day the model was brought carefully. The speech we made impressed most of the judges. The results were declared on Wednesday. They had announced it on the school ground. First the result of 6 standard was announced and then ours. They announced the prizes from consolation from first. The most unexpected thing was that all the prizes were from our class. Consolation prize to group C; third prize to group E; second prize to group A and first prize to group B, that was our group. We were called to ground to collect our certificates and our photo was to come in the magazine.

When I returned home I was feeling very proud of myself and was in the seventh heaven. We had worked very hard on it and this was our GIFT!!!!

-Navya Mehta

A burglar

A Burglar

" Thank you Mr. Stilton . The prestigous Pink Panther diamond will be the centre of attraction at our museum ," Mr. J.K. Colette said . He was euphoric and excitement was dancing in the pupil of his eye .

It was the month of January in 2010 . An atmosphere of excitement spread through the city of San Fransisco as huge crowds visited the musuem to gaze at the precious diamond .

At the dead of night , a big burly man entered the museum tip - toed , and hid behind a pair of marble statues .

The next day , when the guards were securing the priceless diamond , the burly man put his plan into action . With the help of a touch - screen remote , he controlled a hi - end gadget that drove itself steadily towards the diamond .

With the sophisticated remote grabber , the diamond was removed from its holder and replaced with a replica . Then , he steered the hi - fi rover towards him . The robber thought that the guards did not even notice all this happening right under their nose !!!

The burglar was on cloud nine when the crystal - clear diamond reached his evil hands . Suddenly , there was a siren ringing at a distance .

Soon , the High Alert Security burst into the museum , with machine guns all ready to shoot .The burglar was handcuffed and led to the cruiser .

He later learnt that one of the guards had spotted him and pressed an alarm on his communicator to inform the police .

The burglar was sent to prison for 17 years for plotting to steal the Pink Panther . He regretted this incident .

-Navya Mehta

My Class Teacher

“ The best class teacher award goes to Miss Ketki ”, announced the principal. I jumped

With joy and I knew that she deserved it. I rushed across the room to congratulate her.

Miss Ketki Kamat or “ Ketki miss ”as

she is fondly called by students has been in our

school for a good 25 years. Other teachers have come and gone but Ketki miss has made a lasting impression in our minds by her sincerity,

loyalty and beliefs.

Ketki miss looks impressive in her “salwar kamiz”. She is tall, neat and attractive.

Students follow her like bees follow flowers

She is compassionate, warm and always has

a kind word. No wonder this soft spoken lady

is liked by students, parents and teachers alike.

Ketki miss breezed into our class this June stating that she would be our class teacher

and that she would be teaching us maths and

science. My heart skipped a beat and I gave a gasp. I wanted to make a lasting impression in

my class teacher’s mind ; I wanted to do

so well in these subjects. Ketki miss soon melted

my fears away by her expert knowledge and

sound teaching. I was fascinated by her method

of teaching. She made the difficult Nervous

system so simple as she unfolded colourful

powerpoint slides to teach us. Soon maths

sums and formulae became my favourite topics.

That is how Miss Ketki is! While the other teachers used the boring blackboard, Ketki

Miss uses modern technology, fun methods

And involves us students in every aspect of

fun learning.

Teachers are our friends, philosophers and

guides. The school is said to be our home as teachers are a role model whom we have to

follow. A teacher is like a second mother as

she shapes our personality as a potter shapes

a pot. We are like clay in her hand. We can learn a lot from them. I am fortunate to have a teacher like Ketki miss and she is my favourite teacher.

She is the best teacher I have ever come across.

.

“ The best class teacher award goes to Miss Ketki ”, announced the principal. I jumped

With joy and I knew that she deserved it. I rushed across the room to congratulate her.

Miss Ketki Kamat or “ Ketki miss ”as

she is fondly called by students has been in our

school for a good 25 years. Other teachers have come and gone but Ketki miss has made a lasting impression in our minds by her sincerity,

loyalty and beliefs.

Ketki miss looks impressive in her “salwar kamiz”. She is tall, neat and attractive.

Students follow her like bees follow flowers

She is compassionate, warm and always has

a kind word. No wonder this soft spoken lady

is liked by students, parents and teachers alike.

Ketki miss breezed into our class this June stating that she would be our class teacher

and that she would be teaching us maths and

science. My heart skipped a beat and I gave a gasp. I wanted to make a lasting impression in

my class teacher’s mind ; I wanted to do

so well in these subjects. Ketki miss soon melted

my fears away by her expert knowledge and

sound teaching. I was fascinated by her method

of teaching. She made the difficult Nervous

system so simple as she unfolded colourful

powerpoint slides to teach us. Soon maths

sums and formulae became my favourite topics.

That is how Miss Ketki is! While the other teachers used the boring blackboard, Ketki

Miss uses modern technology, fun methods

And involves us students in every aspect of

fun learning.

Teachers are our friends, philosophers and

guides. The school is said to be our home as teachers are a role model whom we have to

follow. A teacher is like a second mother as

she shapes our personality as a potter shapes

a pot. We are like clay in her hand. We can learn a lot from them. I am fortunate to have a teacher like Ketki miss and she is my favourite teacher.

She is the best teacher I have ever come across.

-Dhruv Shah

autobiography of a tiger

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF TIGER

Today there are only 1411 of us are left. Please save me. I am the national animal of India. I am the tiger.

My journey of life has been with many pleasant and unpleasant experiences. I often recall my experiences that shaped my life. I was born in a danced forest in west Bengal leaving with my mother. She was a ferocious animal. I had many friends in the jungle. The jungle was very deep.

There were big trees in the jungle with birds twittering. My mother taught me to catch prey. I was living in a cave. I belonged to the cat family. I looked magnificent with yellow, orange hair. I was marked with beautiful black strips. I had a round head with thick padded feet with strong claws, strong and sharp teeth. I slept and remained hidden most of the day and came out at night. I like to eat large animal like dear, got, sheep and cows. So I went to villagers and ate them. The villagers didn’t like me. They would come to the jungle to kill us. Once when my mom was looking for prey, she saw a sheep. She pounced on it. It was a trap. The hunter killed her. I was very unhappy and decided to kill any human being if it was near me. Once when I was roaming around the forest for prey, I was trapped in a hunter’s net. I was so very miserable. I growled loudly but nobody helped me. The next day they came and took me to a circus. There were many animals in the circus. I was very dejected. We had to do tricks in the circus. The children would come and throw stones. Some time the children wanted to keep me as their pet but they didn’t because they were scared. Once a boy named Ramu came and saw me. His father was a news reporter. His father typed in the news paper that no tiger could work in a circus. The government read this news. They came to circus and released all the tigers. I was also free from the circus now.

The government made a national park for us where hunting was prohibited. I now stay in the Corbett National Park. What a beautiful life I live. I move freely in the dense forest. I sleep whole day and come out at night to eat delicious food. Man should be our friend so I am not a man eater. No tiger will be left in the whole world if man doesn’t take care.

Save Me

- Dhruv Shah

A bicycle ride

A BICYCLE RIDE

Yippee! I jumped everywhere because I saw my new bicycle parked near my house. It was my birthday present .I was eagerly waiting for the next day.

The next day came and there were fluffy white clouds floating across the sky. The sun peaked of the clouds. It was a pleasant and breezy day. I unlocked my bicycle. It was a perfect day for cycling.

I went to the garden. I saw many people cycling in the park. I started riding my cycle. I was exhilarated to feel the breeze on my face. I was caught up in a race. I began to pick up speed. I saw two cyclists coming towards me. I covered my face with my hands. I was horrified, they were very close.

My bicycle smeared, uncontrollable. The cyclist tried to avoid me but they couldn’t. They brushed against mine. I propelled through the air towards the ponds. I screamed at the top of my voice. My arms and legs were hanging in the air.

My bicycle spun out of control and toppled near the edge of the pond. I bruised my forehead.

I walked sheepishly out of the water. One old man had fell down; a small girl was crying because her grandpa fell down. It was a big disaster because of me. I apologized to everyone.

I was scared because my mom would scold me but after I went home she didn’t scold me. She put a band-aid on my forehead and I went to cycle once more. But this time I rode it carefully.

-Dhruv Shah

School Annual Day Celebration

Come winter and our school premises are abuzz with ANNUAL DAY CELEBRATION activities. The old classical plays or meaningful skits were performed by children toddling their way up a small stage, with costumes designed by their mothers or aunts at home. The Annual day seems to draw inspiration from some extravagant event. In school, right from the ideas to the presentation was done by teachers and experts from other fields.
Today, schools impart knowledge, culture, sport, soft skills and more. So , annual day functions have become status symbols in various schools. Children were happy, as parents took time off to arrange for their dress, make-up and took interest in their performance. Our school’s Annual day function was more joyful , as it was done in the right spirit with the element of fun involved in every activity. Our teachers were present even when external choreographers trained students. It was well-organised. This activities helped improve the teacher-student relationship, while also working positively in building team spirit among students.the element of excessive competition was non-existent.

School Annual Day Celebration

Come winter and our school premises are abuzz with ANNUAL DAY CELEBRATION activities. The old classical plays or meaningful skits were performed by children toddling their way up a small stage, with costumes designed by their mothers or aunts at home. The Annual day seems to draw inspiration from some extravagant event. In school, right from the ideas to the presentation was done by teachers and experts from other fields.
Today, schools impart knowledge, culture, sport, soft skills and more. So , annual day functions have become status symbols in various schools. Children were happy, as parents took time off to arrange for their dress, make-up and took interest in their performance. Our school’s Annual day function was more joyful , as it was done in the right spirit with the element of fun involved in every activity. Our teachers were present even when external choreographers trained students. It was well-organised. This activities helped improve the teacher-student relationship, while also working positively in building team spirit among students.the element of excessive competition was non-existent.

School Annual Day Celebration

Come winter and our school premises are abuzz with ANNUAL DAY CELEBRATION activities. The old classical plays or meaningful skits were performed by children toddling their way up a small stage, with costumes designed by their mothers or aunts at home. The Annual day seems to draw inspiration from some extravagant event. In school, right from the ideas to the presentation was done by teachers and experts from other fields.
Today, schools impart knowledge, culture, sport, soft skills and more. So , annual day functions have become status symbols in various schools. Children were happy, as parents took time off to arrange for their dress, make-up and took interest in their performance. Our school’s Annual day function was more joyful , as it was done in the right spirit with the element of fun involved in every activity. Our teachers were present even when external choreographers trained students. It was well-organised. This activities helped improve the teacher-student relationship, while also working positively in building team spirit among students.the element of excessive competition was non-existent.

Save Nature

It looks like nature has no chance
Against the human race

WHY THERE IS THIS SUDDEN BUZZ TO BE NATURAL?

Everyday , we are inundated with the warnings through posters, slogan writing, puppet shows, street plays, to promote water and energy conservation .

Obviously, to achieve a modern lifestyle, we are on a RAMPAGE, disregarding THE MOTHER NATURE completely, and foolishly putting our own survival in danger. Due to greenhouse effects , Higher temperatures causes more violent weather events. Severe storms. Floods, droughts, dust storms, sea surges, crumbling coastlines, salt water intrusion of groundwater, failing crops, dying forests, the inundation of low-lying islands, and the spread of diseases such as malaria, dengue fever. All that , we take for granted , might soon cease to exist.

Recently , a shocking incident came to light. The ice Shiva Lingam , at Amarnath had melted from a majestic height of over fifteen feet to a mere seven inches due to the unexpected increase in the temperature that year—global warming. So , even GODS are affected by the environment abuse.

AURORA BOREALIS – a FIRE RAINBOW, is the rarest of all, naturally occuring atmospheric phenomena ,and can be seen in the skies of the NORTHPOLE, Northern NORWAY, SWEDEN , RUSSIA , DURING WINTER when THE AVERAGE temp. IS -40 C. A TRULY BEAUTIFUL SIGHT !!! But this will be there for us children , only if we can all work with one another to have a better and healthier environment.

One person does make a difference and together it makes a BIG difference . Each generation should take a pledge that they will leave the world safer than they found it. Caring for the environment is a long-term commitment and every effort matters.

We children , will inherit this earth one day. celebrate yours and your family member’s birthdays and anniversaries with plants. Please plant at least 10 or more trees on that day...

Don't use plastics for saving environment. Dont let the garbage enter the rivers. When taking a short trip, choose to walk or cycle. This reduces carbon emissions considerably.

So , please unite together to preserve it , as it is THE ONLY HOME WE HAVE.

A dat without water

Saturday arrived like it normally does without much fanfare. With the exhaustion of the school week – study , activities at the school, classes, behind me I was allowed to sleep till late morning , before my Mother arose ME . Saturday's are my 'cleaning' days .

The house was quiet. I was finishing reading the paper and had just started a bowl of cornflakes in order to get in gear for the day ahead. It was to be the normal Saturday routine .

I walked over to the kitchen tap GUESS WHAT!!!!!!

I got the major jolt..

THE tap was dry, water was nowhere . This has always been my nightmare—trust me on this.

Everyone in the building kept on asking, " What's going on?"

Sigh. It seemed a Herculean effort but it wasn't, it was just fear.

Hours pass. And I mean HOURS pass .

I decided to opt out while EVERYONE IN THE BUILDING were pulling their hair in frustration and curl up with a book.

Water? What can you do without it? Not much. How about a list? No laundry, no scrubbing of the bathrooms, no scrubbing the kitchen floors, no real cleaning of the counters with suds and bleach and the tables either, no baths, no brushing the teeth.

A shower? Well, forget that.

We often drone on about water to drink. I was lucky we had Pepsi's chilling in the fridge.. But I'll tell you, a day without water is a day with lots of frustration & desperation. People have survived without food for weeks or even months, but go without water for even just one day – impossible.

But when the water came back yesterday, it was as if the world had been placed properly on it’s axis once again. The first sign was the happy sound of the toilet filling with water.

That is only my small story of a single day without water, yet much of the world live with far greater water problems than we do

So the next time you turn on your faucet and that wet, wonderful, clear stuff runs out, remember to feel blessed. As you are relishing a full force, hot shower or a refreshing glass of water straight from the tap, remember that water is amazing, precious, vital to our existence.