Why They Sang
I remember there was a time when our teachers would try to urge us into singing in assembly. Special talks were conducted, threats were made, and a few shots were fired in order to get the children of Vasant Valley School to stress their throats at 7:35 in the mornings. The student body, as you would have noticed has won this battle.
So it is strange that on November 18th an entire batch of students was caught singing the school song. Proudly singing the school song. The reason is simple – it was their last ever chance to say Shreshta Tamaya Karmane.
In less than a month the class 12’s would have officially passed out from school. And it will be a bittersweet goodbye. Bitter because despite the constant bullying they had just started to grow on us, and sweet because we shall now be the undisputed kings and queens of the Vasant Valley Jungle.
Putting myself in their shoes is not the most tempting of thoughts; they are leaving all that they have known for the past 13 years of their lives. They are stepping into the real world where they will no longer get the care and affection that has been provided to them by our school right from nursery. They have to leave behind the world of bunking classes, cursing exams, feigning injuries to while away in the sick room, or just hanging around friends in the alcove or the field. They have to say goodbye to the jhoola bari where they learnt to have fun and the various stages atop which they made fools of themselves on infinite occasions. They have to leave behind their teachers who despite their arsenal of question banks and grade sheets weren’t all that bad after all. And most importantly they have to say goodbye to the most caring and thoughtful bunch of juniors that they could have possibly had (namely us).
If you keep all this in mind, you’ll understand why each and every one of them sang the school song (or at least mouthed along with the recording) through watery eyes.
(I would like to take this opportunity to tell my classmates to make the most of the time they have left in school. From now everything we do from our class act to the camping trip to the founder’s day, will be our last.)
Lost In Translation
Ever tried to translate an English phrase into Hindi? Well, we gave it a try. The hilarious results are given below:
‘He has a green thumb.’
‘]sako pasa hra AMgaUza hO.’
‘If wishes were horses, I’d be a donkey.’
‘Agar #vaa[Sa GaaoD,o haoto tao maOM ek gaQaa haota.’
‘A stitch in time saves nine’
‘samaya pr ek isalaa[- naaO kao bacaatI hO.’
‘Silence is golden.’
‘cauiPp saaonaa hO.’
‘The early bird catches the worm.’
‘phlaI icaiD,yaa pkD,tI hO kID,o kao.’
by Diva Gujral, Soumya Dasgupta
and Tarunima Prabhakar
Don’t put water in the sun; it’ll become ice-cream.’
‘Who is Anonymous?’
Siddharth Seshan, beats me!
‘I’m hungry, lets go to the bathroom.’
Upasana, you have wierd dietary habits...
‘I am the son of my mother’
Shaurya Kumar, we couldn't figure that out..
‘I hate water, especially wet water.’
Amar Singh Dhingra, what kind do you like?
‘An old woman died in her young age’
Anonymous, may she rest in peace...
‘I weigh 40 kilometres’
Jiyoon Park, which weighing scale did you use?
‘Were you born on your birthday?’
Jaivir Jhakhar, I'm not sure...
‘My house lives over there.’
Brea Dutt, cool, let's go over.
A Letter To The Editor
It has come to our notice that the term of your tenure in this esteemed position has come to an end. In such circumstances we felt it to be our obligation to expose the good, bad and the ugly sides of MS MALLIKA SADH (a.k.a the editor, ahem…you).
Mallika Sadh can easily be mistaken for an easy going regular class 12 girl, but underneath that façade lies a crazy, eccentric albeit creative (?) dictator. Her techniques in delegation have ensured numerous hours spent glued to our computer monitors and keyboards, racking our brains and inner resources for ‘articles you want to write, not have to’. Even on the days on which she had class, we would still get the ‘dreaded sheet’ (which was surprisingly a harmless looking piece of paper with a little scribble on it) telling us about our various duties.
It has been due to Mallika, that the newsletter has become more open ended, less conventional and transformed into a reader friendly journal. (at least the majority think so).
Heres to Mallika, an amazing, understanding editor, and an even better leader to our newsletter.
Samad Ali & Nivedita Venkateish
Soumya Dasgupta, Mahi Titus,
Jahan Adil Nargolwala,
Tarunima Prabhakar, Diva Gujral,
Akanksha Chawla, Ria Sen,
Amba Kak, Arushi Chak, Saira Dayal,
Arjun Srihari, Nakul Dev, Samad Ali,
Nivedita Venkateish, Jaagriti Seth,
Saranya Mishra, Rhea Maini,
Simrat Dugal, Udit Vira, Nitya,