CLASS 12 VISIT TO NIGAMBODH GHAT
Armed with Origami paper, drawing sheets and two boxes of crayons, eight of us made our way to Nigambodh Ghat, a ‘ basti’ near the notorious River Yamuna, accompanied by Ms. Karishma Handa, to teach art and paper folding (origami) to the children there. Though some of us were just desperate to finish our ‘ 50 hours of outreach’, some wanted to see what the Ghat was like, after hearing about it from friends who had already made a trip there.
On reaching there, we were first introduced to the kids as four Didis and two Bhaiyas (it was a different matter altogether that Didi soon became Ma’am-ji and Bhaiya became Sir-ji), by Ms. Handa. The group was then divided into two, with half engaging themselves in drawing and colouring, while the other half was engaged in the day’s big hit: Origami.
Headed by our master Origami artist, Adithiya Jeet, the kids ran all over the place learning complicated folds, and ‘placing orders’ for boxes, balloons and birds (yes, the one’s with flapping wings). It was evident that we were the ones honing and bettering our origami skills, as the whole activity yielded around thirty of each (phew!!).
My report will be incomplete without the mention of a new friend that I made there, one who bonded with me right from our arrival there, and sat next to me while I tried to teach the other kids how to make balloons and boxes (as I informed them, birds were Arjun ‘Sir-ji’ Khanna’s department), talking in a mystical language which I did not understand (it turned out to be Toddler Talk!). Yes, my friend Farmaan is a 4 year old and he’s really cool! He seemed to have discovered that I’m really ticklish and did not leave me at peace after his great discovery (Gudgudee hoti hai na?).
Our visit there ended at around noon with Farmaan chasing Charvi Singh around our work area, despite the art equipment which was lying all over (don’t worry, we cleaned that up) and numerous Namaste’s and cheerful Bye’s, with promises to return in a few weeks, armed again, this time with their orders for birds, boxes and balloons made of paper.
By Malini Patnaik 12
Visit to the Parliament
The Political Science students of Class 12 were given an opportunity to visit the Parliament House during its question answer session on the 17th of March. This trip was quite exciting from the very beginning. We first had to change into our home clothes as we were going as individuals and not a group. Our first stop was 1, Safdarjung Road also known as the Indira Gandhi Memorial where we saw a display of photographs and her belongings (including her attire on the day of her assassination with bullet holes visible). We also saw the path she was taking before the assassination that is now covered with crystals and a plain glass sheet indicating the spot where she collapsed.
At the Parliament, we were given passes and allowed inside with strict and efficient security; we were stopped after every five minutes and had to go through the entire scanning process! Before entering the main hall, we were briefed on the rules and conduct expected from us (which included not talking, leaning or straining to look down at the members and not crossing our legs even!). The interiors of the building were quite impressive and we were seated in a balcony overlooking the proceedings. We spotted eminent politicians among those present such as Somnath Chatterjee (the Speaker), Maneka Gandhi, Omar Abdullah (who barely looked up from his ThinkPad), Sachin Pilot (he sat slumped in his seat), Navin Jindal (who arrived late), our Finance Minister P. Chidambaram and many others. This visit to the Parliament really was quite enriching as it gave us a hands on demonstration of how our government functions and was thoroughly enjoyable due the snide comments and criticisms being directed by the Opposition to the ruling government and vice versa.
As members expressed their views and discontentment, we witnessed tempers rising as some arguments got a little out of hand saved only by the Speaker. This trip also removed the preconceived notion we had about the members of Parliament (heart of hearts, we all imagined a hall full of old deranged, uncouth “fuddy duddies” but I was proud to see that that was not the case). The only disappointment was that not all the seats were occupied and just ten minutes after we left, Mrs. Sonia Gandhi entered the Parliament House.
Jaagriti Seth 12
Your Pathetic Future
(This doesn’t have to be. You can still change it)
When the world explodes or implodes (whichever one it feels like doing), I will be long gone. The sun will become so hot and big that if we stay on earth we will fry…or we should fly away in our silver space-ships to some other planet or moon. There is a moon that goes around Saturn (I forget the name) and the heat will melt its ice layer (the heat is from the sun, if those who are dumb didn’t get it) and we will have an atmosphere on that moon (not as great as the one we have now, but still pretty decent.) and we can live the rest of our merry lives until we also overpopulate that little ball of rock, water and ice too.
Or we could just sit here and wait till we fry on our good old mother earth (she is quite old; over ten billion years) which will be devoid of all types of trees and animals by then. This might be our sad future. Whatever it is, I’m glad that I’ll be dead before it happens, and I pray that my descendants (whoever they are) will figure something out, as it would be embarrassing for my family tree to end up frying like a piece of bacon on a giant frying pan (that would be earth, by the way).
I don’t know when it will happen, but I know it won’t happen for at least a million years, so to those in the future who might come across this article, please go to this moon that orbits around Saturn (STILL can’t remember the name) and live a full happy life, instead of frying like an egg. The last thing I want are aliens gossiping and laughing about ‘those puny earthlings who got killed be their main source of energy’ (the sun). Wouldn’t that be sad? To be killed by what you depend upon? So don’t have a pathetic future. Go, and survive. You deserve it (though I’m not sure why).
Jahan Nargolwala 10
It is a common sight in France on the first of April to see a sweet little old lady sprinting down the street, bent under the weight of her little shopping bag, with about a dozen schoolchildren chasing her, brandishing menacing looking multicoloured fish in their hands like a weapon.
They call it “Poisson d’Avril” (April’s Fish). Kids in France spend the entire night of the 31st of March cutting up paper fish. Then they wake up real early the next day and stick double-sided tape to the backs of their fish. Those who can’t find it, or whose dog got tangled up in it the night before wake up even earlier to fold up normal Scotch tape in some mysterious fashion, and stick that on instead, after making sure it adheres both ways. Then they skip off to school, slapping fish into the backs of people on the way, yelling out “Poisson d’Avril!” every time someone looks around. Some prefer to stick to the original idea behind the concept – which is that the victim should not know there is a fish on his or her back, hence suggesting that the fish-sticker should sneak up to his victim, rather than run all the way, accompanied by well executed war-cries and drum beats. There are some unwritten rules to Poisson d’Avril: You may use chewing gum if the tape is nowhere to be found, you may target the hair of your victim, you may stalk your victim through the town for hours before springing up on them, you may NOT steal a fellow fish sticker’s weapons, although if you are too lazy to make your own, you may pick abandoned fish up from the floor and make use of those – they’re all over the place. So the Romans celebrated April Fools’ Day with dancing, drinking and general merrymaking. People exchanged gifts, slaves were allowed to pretend they ruled their masters and a mock king, the Saturnalicius princeps (Lord of Misrule) reigned for the day. In North Europe, celebrants elected a mock pope and parodied church rituals. Other merrymakers focused their attention on Mardi Gras and carnival; dressing up as fools, complete with the multicoloured robe, scepter, horned hat, and bauble. I have a friend who might say “that is just plain random.” But even he agrees that nothing beats the French.
Sara Chatterjee 9
We decided to explore the English language a bit…..to show you how a lay man might interpret the language of the ‘sophisticated’.
When you sneeze cover your mouth: Aside from the obvious hygienic reason, people believe that if you sneeze without covering your mouth an evil spirit will enter you and possess you “oooh … I’m scared”. If that were true then I must be possessed by about a 100 ‘evil spirits’.
Opening an umbrella indoors brings bad luck: Okay this one makes sense. Anyone who opens an umbrella inside is bound to poke someone’s eye out or maybe even spill coffee over the Persian rug.
Break a Leg: This I don’t agree with. Say your about to play the finals of a basketball match and, you want to win (duh!). But to win you need to be in good form. Then just before your match your friend means to wish you good luck and does so by telling you to break a leg. Now that doesn’t show off your intellect!
If your left hand itches you will receive money: This one is just plain cruel. If this superstition was true we’d all be Bill Gates.
Every Cloud has a silver lining: Lies, all lies. If clouds do have silver linings then why don’t airplanes go up white and come down silver?
It’s no use crying over spilt milk: Who are the grownups trying to kid? Themselves? No child in their right state of mind ‘cries over spilt milk’.
You can lead a horse to the water but you can’t make it drink: Well obviously! If the horse doesn’t want to drink it’s not going to…..so why waste your time trying?
What goes around comes around: This is what friends want you to think when they ask you for money.
If you can’t beat them join them: This one is a sure way to get killed. If you try to beat up a group of people, trust me you’re the one who’s going to be ‘beat’.
When it rains it pours: Well duh! Isn’t that the point of rain?
There’s nothing to fear but fear itself: I would take that as a given, considering everything you’re scared of usually is related to fear.
Avanti Gupta and Mahi Titus (10)
The Manticore’s Secret By Samit Basu 4.5/5
Finally, the sequel to Simoquin Prophecies has arrived. The adventurous lives of Kirin, Maya and Asvin continue in this thrilling book. A host of new characters as well as a few old ones contrive to make the plot more exciting than ever before. Samit Basu has outdone himself. This book is a must read for everyone and for those who have already read the prequel, it is a must buy. Filled with action, suspense, love, drama, and above all, a humongous amount of wit and humour, this book is THE book.
As the immortal Raivans send three of their greatest warriors to prepare for their homecoming, the new Dark-Lord, Kirin, settles into his new position as the head of the Greatest army on the surface of the Earth. But all is not what it seems, because not too many people want the return of the ‘heroes’ of the past and are happy that the mindless demons finally have a sensible leader. The band of courageous heroes dedicated to eradicating the Dark Lord have gone into retirement and settled down in the magnificent city of Kol... But the calm is over, and the storm arrives. War is coming, lives will be lost, and a frog named sweetie-croak is about to pop. But most interesting is that they are all part of a game, a game that will change their lives. Loved and respected by already so many, the Manticore’s Secret is a fitting sequel.
Jahan Adil Nargolwala and Siddhartha Banerjee
Too soon the raging fire diminishes to its last dying ember,
Too soon must what we do, or will do, become something we remember.
As Time’s mended wings that take flight,
Aspiring they discover a future so bright.
The future that soon becomes history’s past.
Too fast the last stage of life is into death cast.
We live for today and only today,
For thought and action may falter, but time will never sway.
And time lost will never be returned.
Such mistakes of the past, the future has learned.
Samvida Nanda 12
“Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever” - Charles Lamb
April is the month for little fools. But if you think about it, our world is pretty foolish throughout the year, and sometimes things happen to us which make us feel a little…silly.
What I am about to tell you happened to me a year or so ago. I was at Priya with my friends. We had probably just watched a movie, filled up on exorbitantly priced popcorn and coke, and stopped of at McDonald’s to stuff whatever little place that was left in our stomachs with some burgers, fries and maybe a softie. We were walking the length of the complex, making our way through the sea of people, admiring the exquisitely attractive window displays of book shops and shoe stores, when I felt a little tap on my shoulder.
I turned around and saw that it was one of those kids who offer to polish your shoes for a few rupees. I winced at his touch and started applying the usual tactic of ignorance to try to shake him off. He persisted, and I was forced to stop and address him. I told him that I had no money to give him (the movie and food had left my wallet empty), and that I didn’t want my floaters polished anyway. Yet the relentless fellow continued to ask me for some spare change.
Getting a little tired of this charade, I took out my wallet and showed him that it was absolutely empty and added “agar tere paas kuch extra paise hain, to tu mujhe dede, pyaas lag rahi hain, main coke kharid loonga”, (if you have any extra money, you can give it to me, because I’m feeling thirsty and will buy myself a coke.) for dramatic effect. Convinced that I had gotten rid of him, I resumed my walk, only to feel another tap on my shoulder a few steps down the line.
But this time instead of him sticking out his hand in eager anticipation, the boy bent down and took out a crumpled up twenty rupee note from inside his left sock and pushed it into my listless hand, and proceeded to walk away and loose himself in the crowd. I stood their motionless. Silent.
The shoe polish boy had managed not only to leave me dazed and humbled but also feeling foolish. The reason I felt foolish was because as I held the small piece of paper in my hand I realized that the little boy had been able to buy his self respect, a respect which I initially was unwilling to give him. In our lives we all do foolish things, but if we can do them with our heads held high, we can fool the world into believing that it is them, and not us who are the fools.
(P.S. - we found the boy and returned him his twenty rupees along with some more money so that he could treat himself to a glass of coke)
By Nakul Dev (12)
Famous Last Words
“Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.” - Albert Einstein
“The internet is a great way to get on the net.” - Bob Dole, Republican presidential candidate
“For most people, death comes at the end of their lives.”
- Radio broadcaster, UK
“But what ... is it good for?” -Engineer at the Advanced Computing Systems Division of IBM, 1968, commenting on the microchip.
“This ‘telephone’ has too many shortcomings to be seriously considered as a means of communication. The device is inherently of no value to us.”
-Western Union internal memo, 1876.
“We don’t like their sound, and guitar music is on the way out.”
-Decca Recording Co. rejecting the Beatles, 1962.
“Everything that can be invented has been invented.”
-Charles H. Duell, Commissioner, U.S. Office of Patents, 1899
“Isn’t your birthday on the 30th of Feb.?”
Kalyani Krishnan… someone’s a very good chronologist
“I want to be April’s fool”
Jahan Nargolwala…someone is a fool already.
“Bird flu gives you wiiings.”
“It’s so sad that Leonardo DiCaprio died in Titanic”
“He should have worn a sweater…no a waterproof sweater” Sakshi Chopra… take a lesson on disaster management.
“You smile like a duck”
“At least I’m not a bird”
Gautam Surya and Jaagriti Seth’s witty repartee.
“You can get your eyes checked by an optimician”
“It’s an optimist”
Shivani Agrawal and Nivedita Venkateish….an eye for an eye.
“I failed my standard tests”
Kalyani Krishnan….how do you do that?
“It’s a people where people are buried”
Ragini Ahluwalia makes a grave mistake.
“I can’t pick me up”
Pratyush Nanda… I wonder why
“Medha is older than you”
“No I’m younger than her”
Pratyush Nanda… the age old confusion.
“How dare you have the cheeks to ask me that?!”
“I just winked at myself”
Shivani Agrawal…someone is a little self-obsessed.
“It was a tip of the slung.”
Diva Gujral… try using your tongue ?
“The drain overflew.”
Kalyani Krishnan…her control over the English language going down the gutter.
“If I don’t come I’m not coming:”
Saksham Karwal is going places.
“Is it scented deo.?"
Kalyani Krishnan…. I’m sure it is.
“How long do you have to speak for in just a minute?"
Ragini Ahluwalia…. leading the way
“My pinks aren’t cheek!"
Diva Gujral…are you sure about that?
“Can you talk without saying anything?"
Ragini Ahluwalia… once again we shall follow your lead.
“My dog is a goldfish.”
Ragini Ahluwalia is excellent with animals.
“Can you fast forward the message?”
Trisha Sharma… this message is going to reach earlier than usual.
“We’ll split the money I’ll take 60% you take 70%”
Svati Goyal…splitting it straight down the middle.
“Shivraj Singh Chauhan is the chief minister of India”
Ananya Gupta and Svati Goyal… are the ministers of political science.
“That’s the place where the Bhagirathi meets the Alaknanda”
Natasha Uppal showing off her love for geography
Comments by Akbar Iqbal 10
If God and Devil were Roommates?
They have power, they have followers by the millions, they have the universe’s very design twisting itself to suit their needs and they have immortality. So, they better start getting used to each other. After all, spending an eternity damning each other doesn’t seem to be the most productive activity to me. And at the end of the day, the Devil (a.k.a Lucifer) is God’s renegade angel, so one would think they would at least be on talking terms. So we, as concerned citizens (puny mortals) decided to throw together the forces of good and evil in the ultimate test of resilience and courage. Yes, you guessed right, we made them roomies!
It was hard at first, both insisted on behaving like juvenile delinquents, neither acknowledging the presence of the other. However, they realised they shared some common ground (sending phoney messages in the form of premonitions to the Pope, watching Jeopardy at 7:00, making funny twisted shapes out of halos and horns and selling them as the latest Archies gift item, deciding which days in the calendar to name after themselves, etc.)
More importantly, they realised that their very significance in this world was due to the presence of the other. At the end of the day, who would need a God if there wasn’t a Devil. It wouldn’t be that great a miracle to watch Him admonishing an angel for badly ironed robes. At the end of this two week stint, each finally realised the value of the other and resigned themselves to a mere loathing instead of an all consuming divine hatred, the unquenchable of all flames, the unbeatable of all battles, the…I am running out of metaphors. They still meet occasionally to discuss the deeper meaning of the “Godyssey and the Devilliad” by Pushkin and the rare game of Jeopardy.
Note: No animals, humans or algae were harmed in any way due to this experiment. There might be a notable and sudden disappearance of baleen whales off the Pacific coast, but that had nothing to do with us.
Svati Goyal 12
Inter-house Senior Cricket Tournament
It had all the ingredients required to constitute a hard-hitting, closely fought, down to the wire, entertaining day of cricket. I am referring to the finals of the inter house senior cricket tournament between green and red house. Even those who aren’t particularly drawn to the game of cricket were made curious by the grandiose and somewhat professional proceedings. To start with it was interesting to see two imposing white side-screens on either side of the field, despite the fact that the side-screens were rendered useless by countless students milling about in front of them. The PE department had also arranged for two external and thus neutral umpires to proceed over the match to ensure there would be no post-match controversies.
Green house set an impressive total of 186 in only 26 overs with both Saksham and Aarudra, captain and vice-captain, setting the tone for the day with half centuries each. A quick fire 27, peppered with fours and sixes, from Ritunjay Gupta helped put green in the driver’s seat. Subsequently red got off to a flying start, until Shatrunjay Devrat lost his wicket but not before making a valuable contribution of 41 runs. It’s always tough to chase with a daunting run-rate hanging over one’s head but red house should be given due credit, Gautam Surya and Himmat Singh getting red to within 5 runs of the green house total. Aarudra Ramaswamy walked off with a well deserved man of the match and man of the series while Arjun Khanna was the surprise bowler of the tournament. All in all it was a good day’s play with brilliant cricket all around.
By Arjun Srihari (12)
Anandini Rathore, Ashrika Kohli,
Bhavik Singh, Kunal Datta, Sara Chatterjee,
Vanshika Wadhwa, Akbar Iqbal, Avanti Gupta, Diva Gujral, Jahan Nargolwala, Mahi Titus,
Soumya Dasgupta, Tarunima Prabhakar,
Minhaj Adil, Jaagriti Seth, Nakul Dev,
Nivedita Venkateish, Samad Ali, Saranya Misra
Sports Desk: Arjun Srihari
Editor: Svati Goyal