War vs. Greed
Sword fighting and archery
Bloodshed and treachery
You grow up learning to hate
Resigned to your uncanny fate
Blood stained battlefields
Everyone loses yet no one yields
This soaked earth looks red
By the blood of corpses fed
A desolate and bare land
What remains now is only sand
An eerie silence reigns at night
Not a single person in sight
Where have all the people gone
Is it yet time to mourn?
“There they are”, someone cries
Immediately followed by grievous sighs
It was a sight that met their eyes
There were several audible wretched cries
All the people lay slain together
Someone dryly remarked, “Birds of a feather flock together”
They were dragged together harshly
Words were exchanged but sparsely
No time for heart-felt good byes
No time for confessing one’s lies
There was a man in that heap
Everyone had heard his wife weep
There was a woman and a child
They were all killed and proclaimed wild
Why kill those who are weak?
It is this answer that I seek
Everyone has enough for their need
But not to fulfill their insatiable greed
Bloodshed and treachery
To fill up the treasury
To live in comfort till the end
Not looking beyond the road’s bend
Will you fight others to fulfill your need?
Doesn’t guilt on your conscience feed?
When you kill others don’t forget
Greed only engulfs you in its tangled net
Don’t make greed an excuse for war
Try and stop asking for more
Bloodstained earth and death all around
Won’t increase your gold mound.
Arushi Chak, X-C
BAHUT HO GAYA!
The 22nd of March was World Water Day. In accordance with the day’s theme and meaning, Greenpeace organized a rally down Parliament Street, protesting against the industrial pollution of water. Alongside Greenpeace activists, and Vasant Valley School children, there were people from all over India whose daily life has been affected by water pollution.
The rally started at the bottom of the Ranjit Flyover (in front of the Intercontinental Hotel) and ended right in the middle of Parliament Street. During the course of the 3 kilometre walk, everyone indulged in screaming, chanting, dancing and (of course) protesting. We felt that it was an incredible experience working for such a cause. Let’s hope to see more school participation in events like this!
A few weeks ago, class XII was divided into 3 groups, and asked to run a “Humanizing Vasant Valley” campaign. Each section was asked to identify an issue for the campaign, and surprisingly, every section chose (you guessed it!) RESPECT!
Respect was further broken down into three categories: Self Respect, Resource Respect and Interpersonal Respect. Thus, the “I respect”, “Resource Respect”, and “I Respect U!” campaigns were born.
So then, you may ask, what is “Respect”?
Respect is simply put, regard for something or someone, and it doesn’t necessarily imply appreciation or awe. The way one treats other people, and even non-living objects, displays one’s character.
Respect isn’t a rigid concept. One doesn’t have to be a priest or nun to show respect, or to be respected. Even the most mischievous and fun loving people show respect- it all comes down to drawing the line.
Is there a reason why all three sections choose respect as their central themes? Perhaps they felt that there is a genuine respect problem in Vasant Valley School… Whether it be respect for the seniors, juniors, teachers, tables, chairs, daily lunches or even ourselves, there is something extremely vital missing in our school. Hopefully, the campaign helped everyone realize that it’s high time we find it…
Nitya Vaishnavi Singh & Simrat Dugal
OUR VISIT TO CHANDNI CHOWK
‘An Educational Trip to Chandni Chowk on a Saturday’- doesn’t sound very exciting. That was exactly the frame of mind we were in.We were given a map of Old Delhi in 1857, the year Mughal Emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar II was exiled to Burma by the British.
First, we went to the Jain Mandir which was built during the time of Aurangzeb’s reign, and then to a bird hospital . And then, of course, after seeing the Bank of India and a 600 year old haveli belonging to the treasurer, we went to the famous ‘galis’ of Chandni Chowk. There we all had jalebis and later relished the famous 'paranthas.'
The people of Chandni Chowk were so friendly, and it seemed that they had a very strong interdependence within the community. It was an old fashioned community, and probably ‘better’ than our ‘New’ Delhi.
As they say- “Old is Gold!”
Kunal Dutta, VIII-A
SOS!!! The rivers in our country turning black!!! We must conserve water!!! The Yamuna is so filthy!!! Enough!!!
How many times have we heard all that? Everyone KNOWS about these problems: we all KNOW what SHOULD be done, but nothing ever happens.
On the 12th of March, when the children of Class12 went on to the Yamuna River, we were not expecting paradise on Earth. Yet, what we saw left us not only disgusted, but also shell shocked. The extent of the filth and the pollution hit us only when we actually went there.
We saw how the Yamuna transforms from a clean river (at the beginning of Delhi), into a ghastly, smelly black drain as it crosses through. As we took a boat ride, (yes a boat ride!) on the river, the foul stink became overpowering.
We watched dead animals, intestines, and plastics float on the pitch black river. Most of us were appalled to see such extreme manifestations of pollution.
We all realized this problem had reached our doorstep, but we didn’t know what to do about it. We all heard the river gasp for life, nonetheless after a few days of grave talk in the alcove, we immersed ourselves back into our daily lives and forgot that out there, the river is still dying.
I wonder if the government, or the people, will do anything about the Yamuna, and the other rivers of India, before the they sputter and die while we engage in our blame games.
Nitya Vaishnavi Singh
AIR RECORDING FOR INTACH
On Monday, 21st March Aishani Gupta Shivam Raheja Ashrika Kohli Abhilasha Chhabra Aakash Chopra went to record a radio show for INTACH, on the topic ‘India’s Scientists’. We had worked on the script for 2 months and all our hard work truly paid of. We focused on the medical sciences of ancient times. We spoke about people like the mythological Dhanvantri, as well as the father of plastic surgery Sushrut. But truly the most thrilling part of this wonderful experience was that we got to see how a radio station works. No one knew that they used a humungous pulley type system to record all their shows. We recorded in a soundproof room, which held inside it many different musical instruments including a piano, which we deduced was German, and dated back to the 1800’s. This mesmerized all of us especially the music teachers accompanying us. All in all I must say this was an experience I don’t think any of us will ever forget. I truly hope all of you will listen to “our” show on the 10th of April at 8.00am on 102.6 Mg Hz.
By Aishani Gupta