3rd December 2007

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30th October - Bhavik Singh, of class 10, participated in a National Declamation Contest on ‘Sustainable Development’. He came 1st in the country.

2nd November - Louis Palmer and his Solartaxi came to school.

13th November
– Subject Awards and Standard Test Pin distribution.

14th Novembe
r – CHILDREN’S DAY!-The launch of the book “Pippi Longstocking-the Omnibus” was organised exclusively for the students of Class 5.

13th & 14th November - Inter Zonal Gymnastic Championship 2007-2008. Vasant Valley’s team won the 3rd place in the tournament.

18th November – Founder’s Day.




Founder’s Day

“It’s going to be the most preposterous Founder’s Day ever!” The school corridors echoed with such skeptical remarks when the first batch of rumors sprang up amongst the notoriously well informed scholars of Vasant Valley. Of course, that is the general reaction every year but this time the criticism was more outspoken than usual. Rams and Sitas were the butt of every joke, the “Indonesian” theme wasn’t exactly welcomed with open arms and the dread of the costumes made it even worse. However, by the end of it all, it was these dynamic aspects that were applauded beyond belief.
More than bunking lessons, it was the actual eagerness to put forth a spectacular performance that appealed to all of us (Class 10 and 12 of course were fervently hoping for a miraculous chance to perform). And it was the inbred loyalty to our school that finally drove us to put our best foot forward.
The radiant grandeur of the dances mesmerized the audiences. The painstakingly perfect sets were the highlight of the evening. The awe inspiring scene of Laxman fighting Meghnadh captured everyone’s attention; and students who were previously scattered all over the school, conjoined to watch the final victory of good over evil. The convincing piety of the Rams and Sitas left everyone spellbound; Sitas looking resplendent in their vibrantly accessorized costumes and the dashing Rams taking complete charge of the stage. The adorable army of monkeys revived the feeling of childhood in the enraptured parents.
It all came together faultlessly and impressed not only the parents but also the diligent teachers who did everything in their power to make the evening a vision of splendor.
The epic story that we all, as Indians, grew up with and celebrated in the form of our festivals took on a new light for us, full of memories – the first Founder’s Day for some, the last for others who said goodbye to the place they call home and ran around school in the ‘dead of night’, unified under the canopy of belonging to The Vasant Valley Family.
The lights, the music, the costumes and make-up have been etched into our minds forever and are an unforgettable part of the excitement that fill us in the days preceding The Day. Founder’s Day.
In the end, the formerly cynical students proudly watched their hard work unfold before their very eyes, anxiously awaiting this enriching process year after year.
Ayesha Malik & Rhea Sadh

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Remembering Astrid Lindgren

Astrid Lindgren is probably the most famous woman author in Sweden . She has written a number of books, her most famous being ‘Pippi Longstocking’. This book has been translated into 88 different languages. The other characters in the book are Emil, Annika, her brother Tommy, Carlson and Pippi’s pet monkey - Mr.Nilsson.
Arundhati Deosthale, an Indian author, has translated the book into Hindi. The launch of the book “Pippi Longstocking-the Omnibus” was organised exclusively for the students of Class 5. The Swedish Embassador, Mr.Lindgren was the Guest of Honour and the students of KusumPur Pahari were also a part of this interesting experience. Two children from KusumPur Pahari and two from Vasant Valley read extracts from the book. This is an experience I will remember for a long time…
by: Aakanksha Jadhav

The Canine Rescue Mission

A man may smile and bid you hail Yet wish you to the devil; But when a good dog wags his tail, You know he’s on the level. ~Author Unknown
For a long time, I’ve had just cats around the house. They’re not annoying, they’re clean, they’re independent, they keep you warm at night. Before that, I used to make it a bit of a hobby to feed a little family of neighbourhood dogs. My neighbours had already named them - the father was Tintin, his wife was Mona Lisa, and the three puppies were Caesar, Penelope and Cleopatra.
My six year old life more or less revolved around this little canine family. I’d feed them, bathe them, talk to them, sing to them, pet them, play with them, buy them collars and biscuits and coats for the winter. It was all a blissful, happy existence for their family as well as mine, until one day, we found Mona Lisa dead on the pavement, laid out rigid and motionless. The doctor next-to-next door, an optician, to be precise, made no secret of the fact that she had poisoned Mona Lisa because – she claimed- she had noticed a steady decline in the number of patients visiting her clinic ever since Mona L had begun hanging around the vicinity.
Cruelty to stray dogs is not a novelty here in Delhi. The choice to buy a Pedigree dog is one form of it, I believe. For years we’ve had people from People For Animals, Friendicoes, Jeevashram and the likes tell us that stray dogs are braver and smarter and more deserving of a good home after the hardship of the streets – not to forget that they come for free and they are much better suited to the Indian climate than, say, a St. Bernard, but we seem to have turned a deaf ear to the advice of animal lovers’ societies.
Before the Commonwealth games in 2010, the government is considering the extermination of all stray dogs in Delhi. Are we going to stay at home petting our Spaniels and our Pugs and our Labradors or are we going to protest against the ruthless murder of these dogs for whom we have already made it a challenge to survive, let alone live the way anything that breathes air and needs food and water should be allowed to live?
My own stray, Belle-Henriette (Pronounced Bell Awhn-ree-yet) whom I adopted about 3 months ago, still seems surprised when anybody shows her any kind of affection – a clear reflection of how she’s been treated all her life. I refuse to make the stray dog population of this city suffer from the injustice the government has in store for them, all for the sake of looking good for the Commonwealth Games. It’s their city too – possible even more theirs than ours, because after all, they live on its streets.
Sara Chatterjee X-B


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Nasrin- The Red Vermillion of Feminism

“If you (woman) are human, you will smash your chain to stand tall”
-Nasrin’s Jhumur
Perhaps the talk of feminism and feminist writers is not alien to us and neither is the fact that women have constantly been suppressed under the garb of Patriarchy. But even amidst this social bias, there remain beams which will willingly tear through the curtains of darkness and help the seeds of feminism resurface and further nurture them into full bloom.
What we mustn’t conceptualise fallaciously is the fact that these feminist writers are devoid of power and most of all, expression. On the contrary, many feminist works blatantly echo the female’s trials and tribulations pertaining to the real societal scenario and reek of what is simply termed ‘rawness’.
For centuries, society has had a tussle with these feminists and we do know of occasions when the subject of feminism has been evocative enough to conjure lurid images of communal rioting and many other forms of social evil, stemming from the sinister minds of many amidst us. There have been innumerable controversies surrounding the mindsets of these feminist writers, which if rationally contemplated on, depict the truth that we are too afraid to see. It is not their usage of imagery, but their conceptualisation of the truth that causes this pandemonium.
The topic of feminism is incomplete without an analysis of one of the newest, most complex and sinisterly raw feminist writer, Dr. Taslima Nasrin. An MBBS from the Dhaka medical college, Nasrin grew up in a state of affairs that challenged her sense of autonomy and expression. Oppression played the protagonist, backed by vicarious viciousness that intricately bonded with the author’s contorted life to make it unforgettable. Childhood too was lost somewhere in the murky undergrowth of social evil and so was the sheer energy of being a lady in the traumatising and persistent condition of life that wasn’t anything but black.
Nasrin’s personality is like her writing- rather extraordinary. It reeks of the horrific indignance of a feminist coupled with the golden eye for detail. It symbolises the unravelling plethora of individual stimulation and the bittersweet brew of a little each of pessimism and optimism so typical of human nature.. In short she befits Rushdie’s comment “…a difficult woman and an advocate (horror of horrors) of free love, Nasrin has conjured tears by reconstructing and rearticulating her experience of humiliation.”
Anybody who has read Taslima Nasrin would agree that not only is her thought process bare and wild, it is speckled with innumerably vast attempts at seeking love as a revolutionary concept. Thus, her depiction of the Indian woman is beyond a single role like a daughter or sister or wife, rather it exceeds all others by acting as an arbitrary platform for the female to protest through the mighty power of words and most of all, raw expression.
When I read Nasrin’s controversial Shodh the feeling that came over me was not that of an extensively researched and remoulded soap, but of a dismally true picture of the Indian woman, that felt as if it demanded my sympathy and awe.
Shodh revokes the hues of social evil, telling the tale of young Jhumur and her repressed independence and love. While she bears the fruit of a faithful husband, his consistent rebuttal leaves her shattered, dangling between the doldrums of abortion. Thus sets in a tale of Jhumur’s indignant perseverance and most of all the bittersweet vengeance of her questioning love in the most vividly defined and detailed narration, bound by intricate instances and difficult humanism.
Dr. Nasrin is truly an epitome of spitefulness. She is not an escapist. She is a feminist.
-Nikhil Pandhi, 9

Science in Junior school

Science is fun, that’s a fact we all know
From class nursery to five we have loved the subject so.
Class by class I walk down memory lane
And remember the joyful experiences again and again.

In nursery, the wondrous Junior school lab to us
Seemed as fantastic as the Magic school bus.
It took us several minutes to carry our little legs up
And our eyes opened wide at all the magical stuff

In class one we looked forward to our weekly visit
The vibrant Science lab was truly a big hit.
With specimens, slideshows, experiments and all,
Science seemed like a never ending ball.

Science in class two led to more serious stuff
Blindfolded we differentiated between smooth and rough.
The nature walks to find animal homes were the best
Ant hills, spider webs, fish ponds and the odd bird’s nest.

The Energy show and Tell was the best in class three
And to observe different birds we visited the Aviary.
Whether learning about plants, seasons or the human body
Our diagrams were perfected, no labeling allowed to be shoddy.

Before we knew it we reached class four
At last we were in front of the lab on the second floor.
Collages, projects and quizzes kept us busy right through
Experiments on heat and light we performed anew

Class five seems to have passes in a blur
With the Science Day experiments creating quite a stir.
The greatest fun was at the National Science Centre
Where we saw 3-D movies and illusions with light and mirrors.

A big thank you to the teachers who made Science such fun
As during the breaks often to the lab we would run.
Be it Sunita Williams’ visit, Solar cars or the Science day pet show
Science in Junior school always kept our hearts aglow.
Indraneel Roy, 5

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The Song of Frodo and the Ring of Doom

“Lo! Lords and knights and men of valor unashamed, knights and princes, and fair people of Gondor, and Riders of Rohan, and ye sons of Elrond and Dúnedain of the North and Elf and dwarf and great hearts of the Shire and all free folk of the west, now listen to my lay. For I will sing to you of Frodo of Nine Fingers and the Ring of Doom.”

Long ago in the Shire
Frodo inherited a magic ring.
Knowing nothing of them.
Thought it, a trifle thing.
But Gandalf tested it with fire.
Words gleamed at its helm.
“One Ring to rule them all
One Ring to find them
One Ring to bring them all
And in the darkness bind them.”*

The ring bearer was Baggins of Shire.
The Ring had to be unmade
For Sauron’s power was fiery
Three friends were at his aid -
Peregrin Took, Sam and Merry.
“They set out towards Rivendell
Where Elves yet dwell.”
They met Tom in the Old Forest
“Old Tom is a merry fellow
His jacket is blue and boots are yellow.”
They reached the Prancing Pony
Befriended by Strider at Bree.
They took a dangerous trail.
With Ringraiths on their tail.
At Weathertop things turned phony,
When Frodo’s will did fail.
And he wore the One Ring
Was stabbed by the Nâzgul King.
The Ring wanted its Lord,
but Frodo wanted great pace.
In time, he reached the Ford.
It was a close chase.
The Ringraiths were together.
At the will of master Elrond,
a great surge came at the river
The black riders were drowned.
In the fair house of Elrond
A fellowship of all races formed
Frodo chose to bear,
the burden of the Ring
Entrusted in Gandalf’s care,
The hobbits of the beginning.
Aragorn, who was their Strider
Boromir, son of Gondor
Legolas, the elven fighter.
Gimli the dwarf of great lore.
A quest to Mount Doom,
They went through Khazad Dûm
There they met Durin’s Bane
And thought Gandalf slain.
The eight tarried to Lothlorién.
Met the elven queen Galadriel.
Fair gifts they were given,
On boats they set sail.
To the Land of Shadow

Frodo alone was to go.
But as always, Sam did follow.
He wouldn’t leave master. No!
After many weary days,
To dead marshes they went.
Which was a terrible maze.
The helping hand Gollum lent.
Leading them to Cirith Ungol, the stair.
He sent them to Shelob’s Lair.
His plans were treacherous.
He just wanted his precious.
Shelob, the horrible spider
All things living she ate.
She caught Frodo in grim hour,
and Sam lost his mate.
Alone in the Black Lands.
With Frodo in orc hands.
Samwise had kept the Ring.
And with the sword Sting,
He entered the Black Tower.
Every danger he braved.
Sam proved his power.
Unaided his master he saved.
In Mordor they set out.
In an orc’s attire.
With Sauron’s servants about.
Of survival there was doubt,
food was little and water dire.
They braved the Black Land.
And reached the Mountain of Fire.
Where Frodo could not stand
But Sam carried him higher.
At the cracks of Doom.
Frodo could bear it no more,
The Ring had mastered him.
He put the Ring on
for more than a whim.
The Eye of Sauron
Felt its Ring once more.
Before Sauron, Gollum was there!
He wanted precious like before.
He bit the finger that did wear
The One Ring of his desire.
Now he wanted nothing more.
In joy, he lost all care,
And fell into the fire.
So, the One Ring ended!
The Black Gate was broken,
And all evil mended.
Thus I have spoken,
“Of Frodo of Nine Fingers!
And the Ring of Doom.”
Sing along ye singers!
For happiness shall bloom.
"Sing with me ye singers!"
For they have ended all dangers!
“Praise them with great Praise!
Long live the Halflings!”
Joy unto all they bring.
The Ring bearers Frodo and Samwise.
And so every race cries,
"Praise them with great Praise!"
They destroyed the One Ring
So, Middle Earth will sing.
"Praise them with great Praise!"

- Ridhika Agarwal 11 – B

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A Lullaby for a Puppy

On the 29th of November, a unique puppet show was held in our school. It was called “A Lullaby for a Puppy”. It was a spectacular event organized by the Herzliya Municipal Theatre Council, Israel, in which people acted and also controlled large sized puppets which were almost the same size as them. We would like to give credit to Sasha Sinay, the director and conceiver of the ply for making the play so realistic. From the very first scene itself, the people acted very well and skillfully manipulated the puppets. Though we could not understand Hebrew, we enjoyed the melody and the music. It was an interesting introduction to the culture and language of Israel.

Aisha Ghai Dev, Tamanna Upal and Aanya Priya Dalmia, 5

The Future City of My Dreams

One day I had gone to a video game parlour where I was playing a remarkable game. Suddenly the game burst into flames and I went forward in time. The year was 2130. I was 30 years’ old. I was in a luxury room. Just then ten people burst in. They said, “Master Arman, its time to design your own city”. I was jubilant; it was my dream to be an architect. So I walked on with them. I walked into a dark room. When I walked out, I had designed my own city! The city was full of video game parlours and had jet skis as vehicles. There were no schools. In my city everybody remained young and happy.

The city was suspended in the sky. There were air corridors, theme parks, airports made of glass and gigantic talking shoes. Suddenly I burst into flames. I found myself back in the video game parlour. How I wish that my future city actually existed!
By: Arman Puri 4 C


Either, students in our school have learned to think (a lot) before speaking, or else no one has submitted much. Due to, most probably, the incompetence of our students and newsletter staff (including myself), unfortunately this time, there is no busted.
Thank You,
Kunal Datta


“When the car was ready, and before I took it out on the road, I was a little apprehensive. I thought that the other drivers on the road would point and say “Go away little car!” It was not so. J “- Louis Palmer
Imagine a world with no ozone layer. Skin cancer would be a case with most of the world’s population. Ice would be something that would exist only in fairytales read at bedtime to drowsy six year olds. A large percentage of the species of flora and fauna in the world would be completely wiped out. Imagine a world without any oil. Cars would become outmoded. Unusable. A 30 minute drive from home to school would seem like a world away. Having power would become the “recurrent occurrence” that power cuts are today. These thoughts are just a few of which crossed a fourteen year old Louis Palmer’s mind way back in 1986.
Everyone keeps talking about the problem, but no one suggests solutions. That is one of the problems of Global Warming. Louis Palmer’s Solartaxi© is a solution. He believes that vehicles are the main pollutants of our atmosphere that are creating the problem of global warming, and if they can be eliminated, they will take our horrible predicament with them. However, knowing that all cars cannot be completely eliminated – being, after all, a basic necessity - he devised an economically feasible car which runs on solar energy. This solves the problem of global warming, as well as that of the shortage of conventional energy resources.
The solar taxi, however, as most people believe, does not run entirely on Solar Energy. When the sun’s rays fall short, the car can be plugged into the grid, and electricity can be used to fuel the car. The good thing is that when energy is generated by the Solartaxi©, it can be plugged in to transfer its energy back into the grid, thus conserving electricity. It is also economical. As Louis Palmer said, if it costs Rs.300 to refuel a car, it will cost Rs.30 to refuel a Solartaxi©, and what’s more is that, most of the time, the fuel is free.
Mr. Louis Palmer left Switzerland on the 3rd of July this year to show the world what his bright idea, his “little car” and solar energy could do for the future. What can it do for India? India’s theoretical solar potential is about 5000 T kWh per year (i.e. ~ 600 TW), far more than its current total consumption. However, India’s long-term solar potential could be unparalleled in the world because it has the ideal combination of both high solar insulation and a big potential consumer base.
Mr. Palmer agrees. Moreover, he adds “With so many petrol cars, polluted air, traffic jams and noise levels, the quality of life is minimised. I can’t imagine how ill Mumbai will look 10 years from now with double the amount of cars.”Perhaps it is our chance to embrace what Mr. Palmer offers. None says it more simply than he - “When climate protection is on everyone’s mind, it’s time to come up with solutions!”
Kunal Datta and Sara Chatterjee (X)

Louis Palmer's Solartaxi

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Misunderstanding Disorders
(Conversation between Bill Gates and Laloo Prasad Yadav)

Gates : Namaskar! You must have heard of Windows.
Laloo : Oh Yes! In most government offices we have the single window clearance.
Gates : Have you installed Windows at home?
Laloo : I have removed all windows due to increased burglaries in our House.
Gates (confused): Then what is the system you operate on?
Laloo : OPERATION! Yes, I had a hernia operation last month.
Gates (sweating): Hope the net is being used a lot in India,
Laloo : Oh Yes! Due to increased mosquito problems many people are sleeping under the net.
Gates : by the year 2008 India should be exporting computer chips.
Laloo : We are already exporting Uncle Chips.
Gates : (uneasy): Do you regularly use Laptops?
Laloo : My grandchild sleeps on the top my lap.
Gates : (sweating): The C.M of Andhra Pradesh knows a lot about ROM and RAM.
Laloo : RUM? Prohibition is being lifted and it will be available in Andhra Pradesh soon.
Gates (dizzy): I would like to take your leave before my system crashes.
Laloo : I have exhausted all my leaves.
Gates : I have no energy left, let us go for a bite.
Laloo : BITE? I believe in non-violence. I will not bite.
Gates : (system crashes and found missing) “Windows is starting.
Please wait……………
Compiled by Harsh Jain

Five Things the Ed Board HATES!

1) “Where is your article?”
“It’s a surprise!”
2) Air India (There is enough evidence from last year - yes, Bhavik, we know you call the air-hostesses ‘Auntie’!)
3) The so-called ‘Choir’. For the people who are ‘torn between two passions.’
4) Deadlines. Enough said.’
5) Exams. No time. No articles. No peace.

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The Book Trolley Book Recommendations

1. Hybrid – David Thorpe
This science-fiction thriller is set a few years in the future, in Britain. A plague has spread – a plague that fuses humans to pieces of technology. The story revolves around a boy, Johnny Online, prosecuted for being infected with the plague. Nobody knows how it came about or what causes it. All that they know is that it’s dangerous. And the Prime Minister hasn’t been seen by the public in months… A must read for conspiracy theory fanatics.

2. The Holcroft Covenant – Robert Ludlum
The Nazis were, are and always will be, hated, especially by their own kinsfolk. Forty years after his demise, a leading Nazi’s son is presented with a conundrum - help the hated dead father he never knew to make amends, or lose his and his family’s lives. The covenant does not forgive failure, the covenant does not forget. Noel Holcroft has to meet with the descendants of two other Nazis to succeed in fixing some of the harms their fathers committed. But it has never been harder to know who you can and who you cannot trust. Another spectacular thriller from the bestselling author and an excellent read, be you a veteran in Ludlum literature or just a novice.

3. The Black Magician Trilogy – Trudi Canavan
Dark magic is a sin. Sonea is a commoner, but how can any commoner have the powers she seems to? The Magician’s Guild doesn’t allow any magicians to exist outside. So she goes into hiding, protected by the Thieves. This is a trilogy about Sonea’s journey to maturity, whether it is in her personal life, her instincts, her trust or her magical capability. A treat for all dark fantasy lovers, the series has three parts, The Magician’s Guild, The Novice and The High Lord. The action is akin to motion-pictures, the drama is completely believable, the hate and the dark magic are so fast that if you’re careless, it’ll just pass you by! Turning the last page of the trilogy, you feel as if you’ve just lost a friend. Amazing.
-Ayesha Malik

Editorial Board:

Ayesha Malik, Devika Agrawal, Nikhil Pandhi, Sanjana Malhotra,
Sara Chatterjee, Rhea Sadh, Kunal Datta , Vanshika Wadhwa, Bhavik Singh, Jahan Nargolwala, Soumya Dasgupta, Diva Gujral, Tarunima Prabhakar, Avanti Gupta, Amba Kak, Arjun Bajaj, Dhritiman Murti, Praavita Kashyap, Ujwalla Bhandari, Shaman Marya, Ria Sen
Editor: Akanksha Chawla