20th March 2006

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06-03-2006: Class III to V- Inter house Gymnastics Competition
07-03-2006: Class V-Hindi Kavita Pratiyogita
Class VI-Visit to National Museum
Class VII-Hindi Tatkaal Pratiyogita
‘Synergy’ Economics and commerce seminar for teachers.
08-03-2006: Class IV-Visit to Mughal Gardens
Class VIII- Hindi Tatkaal Pratiyogita
09-03-2006: Class II- Visit to National Science Center
10-03-2006: Foundation to Class V- Buddy Reading activity
13-03-2006: Class I-Visit to Delhi Haat
Class III-English recitation &Hindi loud reading
Class IV-English transcription
Class VIII-English just a minute
14-03-2006: CHOTI HOLI!!!
15-03-2006: HOLI!!!
16-03-2006: Class III-Hindi loud reading
Class IV-English story telling
Class VI to VIII-Inter house social science quiz
17-03-2006: Class VI to VIII-inter house science quiz
Class IX-Inter section Indian music competition
20-03-2006: Grace Church School, NY exchange begins

The Badarpur Power Factory

There comes a time, when field trips just cease to be fun. Those field trips are defined by the visit to the Badarpur Power Factory. A 45 minute uninteresting bus ride, followed by a smell of something that must have died a brutal death, and finally entering the gates of the ‘famed’ Badarpur Power Factory. We were greeted by the very well informed and very ‘enthusiastic’
Mr. Aggarwal, who showed us around the complex. We started by listening to him tell us the process of how the coal used in this plant is pulverised to something smoother than powder, burned, cooled, and somehow, it is turned to electricity. He went on to tell us that they use 2 lakh litres of water from the Yamuna to aid in their power generation activities, and led us to the tank where all that water is stored (remember, this is Yamuna water). This water is disinfected and then used in the cleaning, cooling and smooth running of the various machines. When we finally entered the actual place where the power is generated, then, I can honestly say, I was impressed. The machines all looked state of the art, the control room looked like one of those rooms straight out of NASA (not that I’ve ever seen one, I’m talking from movie watching experience) and the various other contraptions that make sure that you and I get to watch TV, play games etc. Another ‘highlight’ I might mention was the tea with milk (more like milk with tea), ladoos and biscuits in the factory canteen. I might mention that there were a few people who were taking notes during this trip, but that was mainly because what we saw and heard here will be part of our physics course (maybe in another month or so). But in all fairness, our school did take such a lot of trouble to get permission to take us there, and it’s better than sitting in class and learning text book material, but as a suggestion, we can make these field trips better. I’m sure the students have many ideas for an interesting field trip.
By Soumya Dasgupta (10 B)

In Search of a New Philosophy

Today’s youth are in desperate need of something to believe in, something worth fighting for, something to give their lives a tangible purpose. The mysticism of the ancient times, the brutality of the medieval ages and the fervour of the revolutions and freedom struggles have failed to be replaced by another predominant trend in human emotions. We have become jaded to the point of numbness where we have forgotten what it felt like to be young and to have the world at our feet. The innate joy in feeling seems to have been sapped out of our souls leaving us to be empty shells of ‘what – could’ve – been’s Recently, on hearing the news of the Varanasi bombings, I felt enraged, insecure and frustrated at the unfairness of this world. After ten minutes of grieving, I switched back to whatever channel I was watching before; not because I didn’t care, but because I felt powerless to stop the course that this world was taking. And after an hour the incident slipped my mind till I read about it again in the morning paper. Instead of being instigated by this preventable loss of innocent lives, I settled into mere complacence using the excuse of my helplessness. Without being accusatory, I would like to assert that my reaction is an echo of countless others.
Over the years, the lack of concrete answers has dissuaded us from questioning. We have stopped probing our minds; maybe we are afraid that we’ll reach another dead end or perhaps the answers will not be to our liking. Before all other priorities, thinking is man’s primary occupation. The first philosophers of our times took it on as their only occupation. We may not have that luxury anymore, but as Goethe once said, ‘He who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth.’ We must never forget those thinkers of the old and more importantly we must treasure their thoughts. Socrates, Aristotle, Descartes, Kant, Sartre, Eco did not search in vain for the ultimate truth. Our generation can be looked upon as the culmination ground for all of philosophy. For all we know, we might be so close to the answer that to give up now would be to forego three thousand years of existence in an instant.
We are still young and the world is still there for our taking, we have not yet decayed but have merely remained dormant. To grow up, finish school, get a fulfilling job, start a family and die knowing that you will be remembered (fondly), is by no means a mundane existence. All that needs to be added is to know that, when you can sense the injustice of this world, you have the capability to correct that which is not right, to restore that which is imbalanced and to resurrect that which is forgotten.
We are in the throes of a quest; all we need to know is what we are looking for.
By Svati Goyal (12 C)

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Hindi movies revealed

Did you fall asleep during the movie? Did you walk out of the theatre? Did you start sobbing at the dreadful acting skills of Bollywood’s pretty faces? Did you laugh during the sad scenes? Did you dance on the five-hour songs during the movie? Can you guess what these questions are about? I’m talking about a Hindi movie…
Hindi movies aren’t always exactly what you call “star quality”, besides the few that turn up once every half a century, all the others are just a waste of film. So why bother? Isn’t there, like, an English version to every Hindi movie or is it the other way around? India leads the world record in the number of movies made every year but at the end there are only two or three films which are of true caliber. For a movie to succeed there are many aspects to be looked at such as :the interesting theme (e.g. Indo-Pak war, Indo Pak love story, war, love story with no story line), duration of the film (Hindi movies are excluded from this, because they simply cannot go without the 20 minute songs in the middle of the movie), star quality(everyone goes to see a Shah Rukh Khan film regardless of the stupidity of the film) and a good ending(which doesn’t necessarily have to end with someone dying).
However, not all support this view. A lot of us actually enjoy having a painful headache while waiting for a movie to finally end and a lot of us like to be put in the fantasy of running in an orchard in a sari one minute and dancing on top of Snowy Mountain in a miniskirt the next. So if most movie-makers would follow these guide-lines, they wouldn’t run into such a loss at the box office and we could perhaps earn some Oscar glory!!
By Anandini Rathore (9 C)

The Talk with Mr. Pavan Vaish

Maybe its because of a resume which boasts of IIT and Stanford alumni, maybe its because he studied and taught at the Doon School, maybe its because this multi millionaire seemed as down to earth as a friendly parent but when Mr.Pavan Vaish COO Daksh Processing Services IBM spoke all 90 class 12 students listened...and listened hard.
Mr. Vaish gave us the lowdown on how good education is the backbone to a successful career, on how important it is to NOT compromise on your values and ethics, not count on your parents “chickens” and basically how being level headed through all your enterprises helps. Being a student of the Doon School and being taught buy our very own Mr. Kapoor (Who apparently was a lot of fun!) he could relate to student life
perfectly and although he along with two colleagues set up Daksh Processing Services, a BPO that has known been bought by IBM for over a billion dollars, and grew the company from a 3 manned enterprise to a over 20000 employee company he still holds teaching at the Doon School as his favorite occupation. Over anecdotes on how his father in law was ever so speculative about his success to the fun he had at his school he managed to impart valuable knowledge to us. Right from the fact that after a point every incremental rupee has no worth, to the fact that hard work has no substitute to the fact that mechanical engineering has NO relation to setting up a business Mr.Vaish got his point across. The session was not however a monologue as students posed their queries to Mr. Vaish he tackled each question with ease and made the students understand his point. Right from why he named his enterprise Daksh (because all English U.R.Ls were taken..!!) to how he would compare Indian education to Foreign studies he answered them all.
So in the end I would like to say Mr.Vaish was one of the BEST speakers we have ever listened to. (and there have been quite a few!)
By Nivedita Venkateish
(12 C)

A whole lot of birthday fun!

So after a terrible wedding I hope that for a few more days I do not have to meet my relatives but obviously having around 92 of them, I meet my cousins the very next day. I am driven to a fancy five star hotel where the place is decorated with every single color of balloon you can possibly imagine. On closer inspection I realize that these balloons are irrelevant as on them things like “I love you” and “Happy republic day” have been printed. We then enter a large banquet hall where once again chairs with badly color- coordinated tables have been set up. I look around and notice that this, being a kid’s party has no children. After a few minutes I am told that the children’s section is behind a curtain in the far corner of the room. Upon entering, the scene is totally different. A man (probably the hired entertainer) is surrounded by a bunch of screaming kids asking for a balloon. On the other side an egg-spoon race is taking place and before it has started at least four eggs have fallen. Two girls are pulling each others hair and fighting over a doll. Four kids have fallen asleep on the floor and a collection of “didis” are having their own party. My brother, obviously excited about the whole thing screams and runs over to the balloon man. I look at the colorful present in my hand and realize that the birthday kid is no where to be seen. I search for him all over the room and find him lying on sticky dried coke oblivious to what is happening. I grab a glass of coke and sit down. An hour passes by and there is no improvement in the scene of chaos in front of me. The only real difference is that the children have started playing musical chairs and six of them are crying because they were out. Suddenly, out of the blue, one of the mothers comes in and tells everyone its time for the cake. The kids look at her for a second and get back to what they are doing. Seeing that the parents are coming the “didis” busily pick up their charges and walk towards the cake area. By now all my cousins have gathered around a large chocolate fudge cake and are trying to sing Happy Birthday, though only a kind of mumbling can really be heard. At the end of this someone stupidly sprays a can of magic snow all over the cake. Even though the parents of the “birthday kid” tried to sort this out, most people ended up eating low quality ice cream which they really didn’t seem to mind. At around ten thirty we disperse and half heartedly make an attempt to say goodbye to the oblivious birthday kid. We get our return present which is a “Bayblade” and by now my brother is ecstatic with happiness. For me, well I have just witnessed another Indian function.
By Bhavik Singh (9 B)


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Morning prayers

Have you ever wondered what goes through the minds of people during assembly…well we have and we decided to tell you what we think goes through their heads…..
We thank thee for physical education, for the ecstasy of swift motion, for green fields to run in, for the goodly sound of a basketball on the court, for goals to score and lessons to miss, for all skill of hand and eye, for trophies that lift our social standing in a few wins to the top, and for the hand grasp of Mrs. Krishnan….let us pray.”
“Where the mind is without fear and the book is held high, where knowledge is free, where the class has not been disrupted by troublemakers , where the words come out from the teachers mouths, where tireless striving stretches it’s arms towards ninety percent , where the clear stream of science has not lost it’s way into the dreary desert sand of physical education, where the mind is led forward by thee into ever widening thought and practice in to that heaven of discipline my father let my peers awake….let us pray.”
The day returns and brings us back to our round of duties. Help us to control the class, help us to teach the children without losing our minds; let cheerfulness abound with submitted homework , let us go sanely on our business all this day ; bring us to our resting beds weary and alive and undishonoured, and grant us in the end the gift of sleep….let us pray.”
Fashion freaks
“Grant that we here may be set free from fear of fashion calamities, from the fear of criticism and the love of praise, from the desire to be liked rather than to be respected, to be fashionable rather than to be outdated, to be guided by what is in rather than by what is acceptable……let us pray.”
By Avanti Gupta and Mahi Titus

Mr Debroy – Effervescent, Flamboyant and Knowledgeable

On the seventh of March 2006, 90 students of class 12 as well as more than 40 teachers from leading schools in Delhi sat through an hour long sojourn delivered by Mr.Bibek Debroy a leading economist and member of the Indian think tank.
“I was asked to talk on the budget but I feel that is irrelevant” These were the opening lines to the radical and unconventional speech that followed. Broadly encompassing topics like the India-China competition, the lack of infrastructure and Fringe Benefit tax, Mr. Debroy was completely impromptu. Delivered in his characteristic flamboyant and energetic style, he highlighted that the only difference between the Indian and the Chinese economies was that the efficiency of manufacturing of the latter was greater and that given this, the possibility of the Indian economy surpassing that of the Chinese was rectified. He also said that it wasn’t India vs. China, but taking a global perspective it was India “and” China. After his 30 minute dialogue Mr. Debroy encouraged the audience towards asking questions .In the 20 minutes that followed he responded to each query with effervescence, ease and diligence coupled with his inimitable style of delivery. In the end Mr. Debroy’s talk left us with a lasting impression of India Shining and to quote, “India’s past was glorious, India’s future is glorious, it is only the present which is bleak.”
By Nivedita Venkateish and Rakshit Sharma (12)


Exposure-School Water

On the roads of our city, you must have noticed a certain unique kind of truck. On noticing these, most of us just comment from an outsider’s point of view, (“By the time that truck reaches its destination, there’ll be nothing left in it”). That is just the unfulfillable function, but what about the hygiene? Does anyone actually bother to clean those trucks? Or does anyone close the top of those trucks so that flies don’t die in it and mosquitoes don’t lay their eggs in it? After such an experience, we should thank God that we don’t need to depend on those great blue trucks whose insides probably even change the composition of that life giving substance which we all need, or do we? Do we ever use this water, unconsciously, somewhere in our lives? As a matter of fact, we do use this water. In fact, sometimes, we use only this water. This water, ladies and gentlemen is the water that comes out of our school drinking water faucets.
In our very own school, the water from these blue germ expelling, unclean, microbe paradises is being used to quench the thirst of over a thousand of this world’s innocent, unsuspecting, youth. One might say that the government board in charge of such matters arranges this water, namely the DJB, and therefore nothing unhygienic can be in the water otherwise, it would not be given to us, and the rest of our population who is dependant on it. To prove my point I would like to bring to the front a couple of incidents.
A few years ago, in a certain colony in Delhi, which was struck by the seasonal shortage of water, one of our blue friends arrived. A thirsty girl, about 9 years old, ran towards the truck. As soon as they opened the water outlet, she cupped her hands and drank a healthy amount of water, about a minute later, she was vomiting, and by the end of the next minute, she was dead. Surprised, the truck driver looked in through the opening at the top of the truck (which, by the way is supposed to be covered), and noticed that a snake had drowned in it.
Don’t worry, no one died, but I know of a number of cases of people who have got diseases like typhoid and cholera possibly by drinking this water. Also, just by the way, the water pipes starting from the DJB stations where these trucks come from, which were designed over 80 years ago, run alongside sewage pipes. Now that is disgusting. In Mumbai, due to a similar design, recently, there was a leak in the sewage and water pipes, which led the water to get contaminated, and now gastroenteritis which may begin to spread as an epidemic.
Actually, it is not only the trucks who give us the water, it is also the faucets. In the field, the tap on the right outside the gym has been frequently used to clean the cricket ‘L’ guards by touching the guard to the tap. Also, you must have seen people coming and cleaning the bathrooms, but have you ever seen anyone actually cleaning the faucets? And even if they do clean the faucets, what are they cleaned with? A cloth, which has been used to clean the other faucets like the ‘L’, guard faucet, or even maybe the flush? Everyday, a part of the germs from both the faucet and the trucks are entering our mouths.
The school water has finally been exposed.
By Kunal Datta (9)




A tale of two Cities

A recent school trip for class VIII students transported us to a different and charming city in just half an hour, a world bursting with history, tradition and culture at every corner. This was the amazing market of Chandni Chowk, a place that still retains some of the exciting rhythm it once held when it was the major market of Mughal India. This place inside the walled city of old Delhi consists of thousands of shops, religious places of all faiths, and a confusing array of small endless ‘gallys’. We first visited a beautiful ancient Jain temple, and then a bird hospital where we saw peacocks, parrots, eagles, pigeons, and, strangely enough, even rabbits. We then went to the famous ‘jalebi wala’ whose jalebis and samosas were simply divine. After that delicious treat we saw different types of shops in the gallies, selling everything from perfumes to street food. It was a long and tiresome walk, but it was all worth it: we went to the famous ‘Paranthe vali gally’ (known for its mouthwatering variety of vegetarian food), and ate to our hearts’ content (a total of 40 students ate 112 paranthas and drank 30 lassis!) It was a satisfying meal, and the paranthas were out of this world. Once our stomachs were filled, we took rickshaws to the stunning Jama Masjid, and even though we were not allowed to go in because the afternoon namaaz had started, we still got to see its beautiful exterior. After that, we went to the place where a well-known poet produced several world-famous historical poems.This was Mirza Ghalib’s haveli. We then rode the rickshaws to the Metro Station and took the metro to Rajiv Chowk. Traveling on the metro was a first for most students and we were amazed to see how clean and sophisticated it was. The buses met us at Rajiv Chowk and took us back to school. The trip to Chandni Chowk was a fun and enthralling experience that we will never forget. It was a real eye-opener for us; it made us realize the richcomplexity and culture of our country.
By Devika Agrawal and Nikhil Pandhi, class 8

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Samara and Shanaya were playing outside on Christmas eve. They were having loads of fun when they heard a sound from the bushes, it sounded like a crying girl. They slowly and cautiously walked towards the bushes and looked behind them. It looked like a star that had dropped from the sky; they could not believe their eyes! Samara and Shanaya introduces themselves and so did the star, he said his name was sparkle. When they asked the star what he was doing on earth he told them that his grandfather, the moon had told them not to slide around on the Milky Way or he would fall down, probably on a planet, he did not listen.
They were very sorry for what happened to him so they wanted to help him. The star was staying with them for a few weeks. Soon the star started to miss his parents and most of all his grandfather. The next day it was raining and while they were sitting inside, the star was telling them how to get back into space. A star when it lost all its magic and had dropped they needed star powder, four leaves, two sticks and a stone to get him back and to stay put. They made the potion and poured it on the star.
They got a rope and Shanaya threw it on the corner of the moon and the little star climbed up and went back to the moon. The moon threw the rope down and they sang a song; “Star light star bright I wish the wish that I wished tonight comes true and I will not forget you” and they lived happily ever after.
By Aisha Ghei Dev (4 A)

Gymnastics Competition

The inter-house gymnastics competition was held on Monday, the 6th of March. The judges for the competition were our very own senior school students. The talent just keeps increasing every year and the competition gets even tougher. The judges didn’t make it any easier, cutting points for the slightest of blunders like “bending your legs during your hand spring.” Now I don’t know what that means but it obviously meant a lot to them. In fact the teachers were the sympathetic ones in the competition (they actually asked the judges to add more points for one of the contestants) and the student judges took on a “Simon Cowell” image. Even with all this everything ended on a happy note when blue house got 1st place, red house got second place and green house got third place. The all-rounder gymnast award (boys) went to Abhishek Dhawan and the all rounder gymnast (girls) went to Tejaswini Puri.
By Anandini Rathore

If I had a magic wand

BANG! BOOM! BLAST! Here I am at it again. It’s my anger that I hate. I get angry very fast. To calm down god knows what I’ve tried, meditating ,taking deep breaths, counting till ten and scolding myself, but nothing works! My parents send me for sports to bring my steam down but it all goes right into the dumps. My favourite way to calm down is to ride my cycle down a lonely path where there is no noise and a cool breeze to bring my boiling steam down. But after some time I’m at it again. So a magic wand is all I need indeed. I’d cast a spell on myself and to stop having such a short temper. To my disappointment there is no real magic wand. So I have to calm down with the help of my own patience. However if there was a real magic wand that existed with me I would surely cast a spell on myself for my short temper. Oh! I’m getting angry, there is no magic wand. Oh! No I’m at it again.
By Pranav Khanna (5 B)

Knowledge is Power 

“Ignorance is bliss”. Heard it many times??? Leading intellectuals consider it as something that ignorant people say to justify their lack of awareness. The fact is that one of the greatest endeavors a person can have in his life is the quest for knowledge. Knowledge is not limited to just academics. In fact, the world considers an aware person to be more knowledgeable than a person who does well in studies. 
Just stop what you are doing for a minute and look around you. The world is changing at such a fast pace that if you lose your bearing once, it’s tough to catch up again. Being aware means to keep abreast with what is happening around you. Newspapers give us the facts but it is up to us to have our own perspective on these facts. Thus, the more you read about current issues and the more you read from different sources, the more enabled you are to form an informed perspective. 
An aware person is always at a higher footing than one who is not aware. He can relate with what is happening around him. He can condense the many perspectives on an issue and form an opinion of his own. If a person is aware from an early age the development of his personality will be tremendous.  
In the long run, the maxim “knowledge is power”, can only be realized when we all inculcate the fact that to read and imbibe knowledge is the reason why we exist, rather than for attaining materialistic gains. Hence, knowledge is power: the sole truth of life. 
By Rakshit Sharma

All about me

I am an eight-year-old boy
I don’t cry if I break a toy.
I would love to play all day
And go to my friend’s house for a stay.
Ferrari is my favorite car
And it looks really cool from far.
For lunch I like dal and rice
For dinner a pizza or burger would be nice.
Hey pals! Now I have to go,
In my next poem I will tell you more.
By Vishrut Nanda, III-C

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What is it exactly that makes us so dumb struck every time we see or hear of a celebrity? Why are we so glued and addicted to the happenings of their lives when they couldn’t care any less about ours? It is a rather strange phenomenon that there are people all over the world dying to meet or catch a glimpse of, well, other people (the ‘celebrities’). In this article I intend to dissect, break up and reduce celebrity – phenomena to what it essentially is: hype. I think the whole concept of a celebrity is an outcome of the capitalist society we currently live in, much like how Coca Cola adds a little bit of fizz, colour and water and packages it as coke and markets it for mass consumption, the media too needs to manufacture a product to market to the masses.
Thus, the celebrity was created. The celebrity is a talented individual, whose persona is magnified to exaggerated proportions, giving them an unreal status in the people’s minds, to the extent that radical fans of Shah Rukh Khan believe that he can cure cancer, and that the latest Amitabh Bachchan flick is worth missing your niece’s sangeet over. All of this is carefully engineered through ‘scoops’ and ‘interviews’, as well as write ups on all these individuals. Now that this is established, these ‘celebrities’ become vehicles of advertisement and marketing for mega corporations further enticing the masses into a false glamour.
Whether they are famous actors, writers, lawyers, industrialists or of any profession, these glitzy glamour filled individuals get everybody star struck and convince them that wearing a Tag Haeur watch can really make you as suave and good with the ladies as Pierce Brosnan is, or if you do not spray Chanel ‘eau de toilet’ perfume that Nicole Kidman wears you are not elegant enough. Let us all open our eyes and see what celebrity is all about!!! Who cares about the lifestyles of the rich page 3 socialites really? I mean what exactly is the point in reporting a rich person’s party and publishing photographs of it in the newspapers? It’s a social gathering of food and drink at the end of it!! While we’re at it lets cover birthday parties of 3 year olds as well…hey…it’s a party right?
The media is convoluting our minds and feeding us with false notions that these ‘celebrities’ deserve our undivided attention and love, and that everything they say, do, wear, and the places to go to must be emulated otherwise we will get reduced into a state of being individuals with minds of our own (hey that doesn’t sound quite that bad). So next time you see an ad of L’Oreal telling you that their hair dyes will make your hair as gorgeous as Aishwarya Rai’s, or that wearing Ray-Bans makes you as smooth a talker as Will Smith, apply some logic there. You’ll see I am right.
By Samad Ali

Life without Chicken

A few weeks ago India’s worst nightmare came true. Bird flu had been confirmed in India. Call it avian influenza or call it by its scientific name (H5N1), no more chicken (at least for those who have brains).
That means no more chicken seekh kebabs, chicken tikka, and to top it all off no more butter chicken! We would be reduced to eating paneer makhni ….now who in the world eats that (no offence to all the vegetarians who are reading this). For KFC this epidemic could not have come at a worse time. People whose lives depended on the bird have now given it up till they receive confirmation of it being safe for consumption. But that hasn’t stopped people from going and eating at the world famous fast food joint that has made its comeback to India.
It is amazing to see how chicken has become an integral part of life. Just because they are a ‘touch under the weather’ these days people have sworn off them completely and decided to go vegetarian until our feathered friends are well enough to be eaten. We Indians seem to forget that we have many more animals accompanying us on earth which are completely edible.
I’m sure all those vegetarians out there must be enjoying this thoroughly and rightly so. But my non vegetarian friends do not give up hope for WE WILL EAT CHICKEN AGAIN…..
By Akbar Iqbal (10 B)

Kid of the week

This time we focused our attention on one of us. Samad Ali, who has been a member of the editorial board for little over a year now, has contributed a variety of articles that could not be ignored.
NL: So why did you want to join the newsletter?
SA: I was intrigued by our newsletter and felt that I could contribute a lot to it. I have a flair for writing and expressing myself.
NL: What has been your best moment in the newsletter?
SA: I think one of the best moments was when I initially joined the newsletter and wrote my first article, or rather a review.
NL: What was it about?
SA: It was on the movie ‘The Island’.
NL: Are you upset that you were not chosen as the editor this year?
SA: To be honest I am not really upset over not being chosen as editor, besides Svati seems to be doing a great job as editor and seems to be taking our journal forward.
NL: Who do you have a crush on?
SA: Wow that is seriously random. In all honesty nobody right now.
NL: Any past crushes?
SA: No comment.
NL: It is less than a year left for you to pass out. Have you thought of what you want to become?
SA: I am completely clueless about my future. I have no idea what to do after school, I think as an under graduate I want to be a historian or a sociologist.
NL: Seriously?
SA: No but I really got you there didn’t I! I want to actually be a teacher at VASANT VALLEY, since it’s such an amazing and stimulating environment to be in (cough, cough).
NL: Who is your favorite teacher?
SA: I have evolved beyond the need to have a favorite teacher; I am not inclined to such trivial thoughts.
NL: Thank you Samad for answering these questions (and typing them as well!!!)
As told to Jahan Adil Nargolwala

From Walled City to World City

Remote-operated streetlights in New Delhi, elevated corridors from C.P. to East Delhi, completion of flyovers in Delhi in 3 years…Am I dreaming? Well actually no! This is the new face of Delhi planned by the Delhi Government. Besides this scheme, our government has decided to set up ‘Delhi Integrated Multi Model Transit System,’ a new special purpose vehicle (anything is better than those D.T.C buses); new and better roads are being built, that hopefully shall not disintegrate within a month of construction. These are just few of the initiatives taken by the Delhi Government to make Delhi city a ‘world city’ by 2010.
One may wonder what is so great in the year 2010. Well, that is the year when India hosts the very prestigious Commonwealth Games. India will be the second Asian country to host the Games (the first being Malaysia).
The Commonwealth Games are on at Melbourne. The opening ceremony was a lavish one with sophisticated dramatic sequences, colourful pyrotechnics and greetings from the Queen. Some 4,500 athletes from 71 countries and territories will compete in the 11-day multi-sport event, which will cost an estimated 1.1 billion Australian dollars. It is no hidden fact that it will take India a long way to match up to the high standards set up by previous hosts like Canada, Australia. Be it for the sake the Commonwealth Games, at least our government has started promoting tourism through the ‘Incredible India’ ads. Be it for the sake of Commonwealth Games, at least we shall have the Metro running through most of Delhi. Be it for the sake of Commonwealth Games, at least we shall have two new I.S.B.T.s. So here’s to the 2010 Commonwealth Games and perhaps to a better and cleaner Delhi……
By Tarunima Prabhakar (10 A)

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Cricket – 2nd test India VS England

Just when we thought we had seen it all in Johannesburg; almost 900 runs, 2 centurions, a breathtaking nailbiting finish, Team India stole the show once again. After a disappointing start to the series, the Indians turned what seemed to be yet another run of the mill, mediocre draw into a resounding victory.
Although they did give the English a scare in the 1st test when they almost succeeded in chasing down their target, the Indian team came up with the goods in the 2nd test. Not only diod they win comfortably, they exacted a blitzkrieg op that left the visiting team dumbstruck and the spectators dazed as well.
The best part of it all stems from the fact that it was not a 1 man affair, as it so often turns out to be, but literally a team effort. An effort that broke some records along the way and left the fans extremely hopeful for the next test.
With Kumble looking like he’s at his peak, young Munaf riding on his dream run and Sehwag blasting his way back into the picture, the inexperienced English side would be lucky to get off with a draw in the last and final test.

Inter-house Hockey Tournament

It was a pleasant surprise to see both the junior and senior interhouse hockey tournaments take place early in the year. Yellow house boys were the surprise winners in the junior category while the junior red house girls lifted the trophy in their category
As for the senior category, the red house boys team lived up to our expectations, beating green in the finals to lift the inter-house hockey trophy. However, it must be mentioned that Green house certainly made a fight of it, taking an early lead of 2-1, but finally succumbing in the penalties. In the girls category, no prizes for guessing, green house steamrolled through on their way to a well deserved victory. This particular batch of girls securing their 7th straight inter-house trophy.
By Arjun Srihari

Yellow house is victorious!

Red and Blue battle it out!


“I can’t lie about people in front of their back”
Neither can we Kalyani Krishnan
“Is there any one upstairs who is downstairs?”
Every one is Natasha Jha
“Don’t talk with your mouth open.”
I promise I won’t Jai Oberoi
“I was born on my birthday”
What a coincidence Bharat Gurram…. So were we.
“Am I stupid or am I dumb”
Both, Ishaan Gill
“The fish got drowned”
Sooooooooo sad Nihal Kanwar
“I can’t cricket ball throw”
Nor can we, Drishti
“The air in tropical rain forest are wet and dry”
Sure it isn't warm and cold, Rishi?
“Give me my autograph”
-can one get any more conceited, Svati Goyal
By Jahan Adil Nargolwala


The Simoquin Prophecies 4/5
By Samit Basu
Finally, a young Indian author has written a Mythological/Fantasy book that is worth reading. The book tells of a feared demon, Dan-Ghem who would rule the world by uniting the forces of evil once again. Defeated once by the Raivans (a race much like the elves) who killed him before leaving the land. Now, 200 years after his defeat it is prophesized that once again he will rise and smite all his enemies once and for all. Nobody really wants that to happen now? Do they? So, a band of heroes armed with celestial weapons and backed up by the forces of Good (and a huge army) must slay Dan-Ghem before once more is he able to rule the world with his evil minions. On the other hand, one of the descendants of the Raivans, Kirin, must leave those who love him and embark upon an epic quest that will test him physically and mentally.
This is a book that will grip you from start to finish. Filled with suspense, drama, love, richly detailed and memorable characters, and, above all, a sense of humour that will leave you in splits, this book is the fusion between the most epic of stories and myths that we have ever heard of. Hosting characters from the Ramayana, Robin Hood, Lord of the Rings, and Alice and Wonderland, the Simoquin Prophecies is a new blend of mythic comedy interspersed amongst the avid minds of young readers. If you are hungry for more, catch the sequel that has just come out on the book shelves. We know we will.
– By Jahan Adil and Samad Ali

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