December, 2008

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In the Inter Zonal Gymnastics Tournament, Gouri Kelkar and Radhika Puri won the Bronze Medal. Tejasvini Puri will represent Delhi in the School Nationals.

In the National Level IGNITE 2008 Competition, the team comprising of Amnayasheel Khosla, Mridung Mathur, Shreyas Kadaba and Abhiveer Arjun secured first position. Ojasvi Goel came second in the same event.

In the DPS R. K. Puram Economics Symposium, the team comprising of Jahan Adil Nargolwala, Abhay Singh, Shivam Kumar Raheja, Nadia Shervani and Pratyush Nanda came first in the Ad-Act Round. Vasant Valley also won the Rolling Trophy for this event.

Foundation was paid a visit by a Milkman and his Buffalo as a part of the "People who help Us" activity.

The Speech by Mahi Titus and Soumya Dasgupta


November 18th, 2008: The various dances on Global Warming went off successfully, the audience was made to pledge to “protect every tree and every river... to become people who care”- and only one thing remained. At last the music started to play, and the senior-most batch of Vasant Valley School lined up at the top of the centre stage steps and prepared themselves. “Start walking!” someone whispered in the darkness.
And then we did.
Walking down the aisle in front of practically every single person we’ve ever met in our entire school lives (and a fair few that we hadn’t!) was singularly the most emotional moment in all our lives. It seems simple, does it not? Walking down a flight of steps, standing up on stage and singing the school song... we spent our lives pondering the sanctity of this moment, peering out onto stage as eager children, unable to comprehend the tears streaming down the faces of so many teachers, parents and students; even less the fact that we would someday do the same.
Right foot forward, feet together, left foot forward, feet together, right foot forward. I began my descent solemnly, trying my very best to drown out the memories that invaded my mind by seeking solace in the comforting monotony of my shoes hitting the stone steps. I remembered my first Founder’s Day, shining a torch into the audience as I had been instructed to do. I remembered my class mates’ faces, as enamoured by the entire experience as I was.  Right foot forward, feet together. I remembered my first day of school, our afternoons in the Jhoola Bari, an endless array of Math exams, my first proud day donning a Salwar Kameez, the impending doom we felt as chubby thirteen-year-olds in the Late Line, and, more recently, the day I was made Editor of the Newsletter, a post I shall forever feel honoured for receiving. It was as if everything we had been through in Vasant Valley, the good times and the bad, had been to prepare us for this one moment, when everyone around us would watch us leave a part of our lives behind and take flight into the real world. I could see myself on stage thirteen years ago, a smiling cherub absolutely oblivious to the fact that she would one day be saying goodbye to her haven, her school, her life; and I ached to return to those days again.
And then it ended; I reached the bottom of the steps, I received the Class of 2009 photograph from my smiling class teacher, and proceeded to ascend the steps to stage. My walk was complete, but my heart was heavy. It’s not about the walk; it’s about what it symbolizes. For we did not merely stride down to the stage, we strode out of our childhoods. We were proud that we had reached this far, that we were one step closer to being adults, but we were still overcome by an innocent fear of what lay ahead. I realised, as we were singing, that nothing had changed; that we were the same children that we had been in 1996, illuminating our futures with the same childish inquisitiveness as we had done with the audience all those years ago. The only difference was we were now absolutely prepared to embrace what lies ahead; which, up till now, is shrouded in darkness.
Diva Gujral

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MUN: Marvelous. Uproarious. Negotiable.

“Formal pant-suits, formal skirts, collared shirts, heels, ballet flats or boots.”
That’s how the eight, class 9 students, of Vasant Valley School dressed while they attended the British School Model United Nations (MUN) on 11th and 12th November ’08. The students were in the British School from 8am to 8pm. The days were long and tiring, but definitely not tiresome! It felt important to be a part of such an event and the research that went into the preparation gave us an in-depth knowledge of global issues involving the super-powers and the developing countries (of which we had been only peripherally aware). The event in itself was better organized than expected. The hosts were most helpful, friendly and welcoming, and reduced our confusion and anxiety to a great extent. The minute we entered the British School, we felt nothing short of “delegates” of our assigned countries. Day 1(11th) was started with an opening ceremony during which Ms. Montserrat Feixas Vihe, the UNHCR Chief of Mission for India and the Maldives, delivered an extremely enlightening and inspiring speech. The sessions for each committee were very exciting. The Policy statements raised a lot of support and questions too for various countries. In the entire conference, the “press” for each council played a very important role. Apart from reporting on the sessions, they also created an atmosphere for light-hearted gossip- that was the cherry on top of a perfect cake! Lots of “notes” were circulated-some pertaining to the session’s issue and many more to…ahem, ahem! The Messengers, who circulated these notes, flooded the press corps with gossip from each forum during recess. After every hour or two, a 15 minutes recess was given. Contrary to the popular belief of coffee and cookies, it was the citric lemonade, juice and chips that kept energy levels high! The sessions were formal, but the moment an unmoderated caucus was granted, free for all fights broke out and loud discussions were held. The press corps were silent observers at this point of time. Some negotiated, some observed, some- least interested in the session’s issue- socialized and had a different ‘rhythm’ to their conversation! One of the most important parts of a MUN is lobbying and merging, during which a lot of explaining and understanding was needed. An unmoderated caucus was bound to be granted and once again there was negotiating and loud discussions. After a round of amendments and compromises, a joint resolution was brought out, unless one resolution was not passed. The Security Council always took more time than given for this, as the P5 countries used their veto power without hesitation. There was also a crisis situation given, where all the delegates had to lobby and form one resolution within 3 hours, which taught us time management during such a conference. Along with all this a delicious yet healthy buffet was laid out for lunch/dinner. It was a case of withered nerves or the anxious rumbling of the gastronomy or just a pleasant getaway from the serious forums the delegates were in, that the change of scene drew one and all to the dinning area. Another exciting event was the “informal session”- The Personality Contest, which involved a round of funky dancing, a specific and personable talent and a Just-a-Minute competition! Out of the 16 nominees, Mr. & Ms. MUNA (both from the British School), were chosen by the judges. Soon after the contest, all students attended a party in the school itself, which was the most exciting part of the conference. The dance floor was chiefly dominated by the VVS girls (and one boy!) and the British School boys! Im sure that ‘Desi Girl’ has a special spot in our hearts after this conference. And yeah, the “Desi Girl” sure did everyone proud! This MUN gave us a chance to learn about the different countries’ cultures and their policies on various global issues. We learnt how to argue, persuade, negotiate, but at the same time maintained respect for one another. This was a fine way to initiate the future upholders of society on their first step to spread the message of peace, harmony and co-existence in the world. Coming home with no prize was a wee bit poignant, but as the thought of all the friends we’d made and the experience altogether would come to our minds, it was all okay! Heartfelt thanks to Diva, Soumya, Kartikeya, Niranjana and of course Mrs. Sharmila Bakshi, without whom it would not have been possible for us to have this brilliant experience!
Pallavi Saini, 9A

Founder's Day Through the Years....

Class of 2010 in 2000

Class of 2009 during their very first Founder's Day

Ni Hao!

As far as memories go,these will stay with us forever.
When the students of Nan Huan High School first came to Vasant Valley, we were apprehensive, would they like us?
Would they like the school?
These apprehensions were quite misguided; the students were the ones who were absolutely comfortable in our schools atmosphere. And soon, we were opening up to them, talking, laughing, etc. The process of bonding had begun.
They were absolutely fascinated by the Harmonium, and tried their hand at learning the National Anthem. Later, they came upstairs, and actively participated in the classroom discussions.
As the days flew by, we became ever closer, doing Tie and Dye and Pottery. Lunch would be an animated meal, with all of us trying to explain to them why the spinach was so green, and them teaching us new words and phrases.
They weren’t shy, they loved talking to everyone, and soon, we were acting as if we had known each other for years. It was a heartening experience, and I personally, enjoyed it to the maximum.
When the time came for the last lunch together, the gravity of the fact that this would the last hour we would be spending together finally hit us, and it was then that we exchanged gifts, and said our goodbyes. The lunch itself was scrumptious, and we all loved it. The time had come for them to leave, and the tearful goodbyes were said, the hugs exchanged, and last words uttered. They got onto the bus, and left. To say I will miss them is quite an understatement. I hope that we will get a chance to visit them in their school.
Goodbye,and thank you for the most wonderful experience.
Vedika Berry and Anahitaa Bakshi, 9

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“A stitch in time saves nine!!! But it seems the Earth needs more than just a couple of stitches. Nature has been exploited relentlessly. Where there was once a green cover there are now concrete jungles. Trees have been cut down for everyday needs without any replantation. Harmful emissions into the atmosphere are like poison for us as we breathe in the same polluted air. When the green cover was denser, it would absorb all the Carbon Dioxide and release Oxygen in the atmosphere for us to breathe in. Due to the heat increasing in the atmosphere, glaciers are melting continuously so we are having floods in winter and droughts in summer! This year Vasant Valley’s Founder’s Day was based on Global warming. The prefects of class five and ten took a pledge:-
To respect every tree and every river,
Every drop and every drain,
Every breath and every being,
To wake up and act,
To become people who care.
Just like every drop counts in making an ocean, every effort of ours goes into saving OUR ENVIRONMENT.”
Manya Tandon V - C

What they liked most about it:-
Chinmayee I- B
I liked the dancing.
Aadishree Arora I- A
I liked everything.
Nihal Kang Nursery B
I liked doing the dances and I liked the costumes.

Global warming happening
Land has become hot
On land heat is getting more
Bays are getting hotter
Antartica is melting faster
Land creatures are feeling warmer
Warmth makes plants feel unhappy
And the mountain snow melts
Rainbows we cannot see many
Me and my brother get ill sometimes
I got know about Global Warming
Now in class III
Got to do something about it!
Aditya Kapur III- A

Match Stick Figures - Verbs

When we were learning Verbs, we started the project on matchstick figures in our computer class. We made the matchstick figure in the Microsoft Word. We used the canvas and auto shapes for drawing. The tool bar was used for changing the line colour and thickness. The fill colour option was used to make our work look colourful. With so much ‘Action’ happening we had a box full of Verbs.
Aditya Kapur and Anandita Singh III- A

Me as ‘Assam Green tea’

Hey, I am ‘Assam Green Tea’ and I am proud of it. I am just about to go inside Mr. Barak Obama’s mouth! Isn’t that so exciting?!
(15 minutes later)
Wow! His mouth even has diamonds! This is cool. Hey, friend, Green Tea, we are the best tea in the world and have you seen how royal Obama is? He is so rich! And we are the most royal tea in the world, so we deserve to be here!
(Down in the stomach)
Hey, he always has pizzas and burgers. My mouth is watering. It looks like he has just had lunch. His stomach is still rumbling though. Hey, look out, a giant flood of ice-cream is coming down! “Mmmmm… yummy... This is tasty”, my friend said. Yes, he was right. Oh-oh, here comes more ice – cream! Run! But it was too late… If you come in Obama’s stomach, you will probably see my graveyard!
Rushil Vohra IV- B


Class II Night Stay

We had a night- stay on the 21st of November. At 5.30pm we came back to school and had an obstacle race. After the race we had a bon fire. We ate peanuts and popcorns and threw some in the fire. Then there was a lot of music and everyone started dancing. After a while, we went to bed. In the morning we woke up and drank milk. After that we went for a nature walk. We went back home at around 10.30am.
I was very excited before coming for the night stay. But when it was time to go to sleep and the lights were switched off I was a little scared. When we woke up in the morning it seemed that night stay had finished too soon. The best part of the night stay was the BON- FIRE!! Reet
Chhatwal and Ishan Roy II- B

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1) Polar Bears are left handed.
2) Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.
3) When you lick a stamp, you consume one-eighth of
a calorie.
4) Eight US presidents were born British subjects.
5) A human being loses an average of 40-100 strands
of hair every day.

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On our rare visits to the Indian monuments one finds the walls of these heritage sites stained with the red of tobacco. A wide variety of names, and ‘I love you’ (inference of ‘I’ and ‘you’ is left to viewers discretion) adorn these walls. Some lovers, determined to fight the cleaning brigade etch their names next to each others with sharp tools probably in hopes of making their love as long lived as the monument.
We crib about the way our monuments are being left to ruins at the hands of the careless and nonchalant people yet when it comes to our own environment we tend to be as careless. We scribble on walls, desks, washroom doors and our classroom boards. The laboratory and library desks have become a perfect canvas for our anger and personal vengeance. Probably the spontaneity and fervor of our emotions is so strong that we cannot control ourselves and start scribbling on whatever we find, or maybe the desks serve as a refuge from the boredom of the topic being discussed in the class. Sometimes we think it is funny to etch lewd messages about people, but if we are so keen to express our opinions, then let us do it openly and not under the garb of anonymity. The school is where we literally spend half our lives. We ought to preserve it. Moreover, we must realize that there are several others besides us who use the space and a little bit of forbearance will be in interest of everybody. There are several other mediums (such as the newsletter) that are more effective and far reaching than the washroom doors. Such mediums are meant for expressions of ideas and creativity. Let us utilize these and leave our school building clean.

Motion Picture Moment

”Love isn’t about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures. Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there. Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn’t even know was there.” Little Manhattan

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Smouldering Cinders of Memory
August 14th is a very important date for the class 12 students of Vasant Valley. Why? Because that is the day when we spend the night in our very own school, and prepare for Independence Day on the 15th. It is a tradition that has carried on for over fifteen years, and is easily one of the most memorable times in the year.
Till now.
Because for the Batch of 2009, the night spend in school was officially cancelled. Cancelled. Naturally, we were upset, as we wanted the experience that had been savoured by all the batches above us. We did not want to miss out on our own night stay. So we went to the teachers. Again, and again, and again. And finally, they agreed to our pleas and demands. A deal was struck between us and them. Class XII would have their night spend on Friday, the 21st of November, on the same day as Class II. And we agreed. Half of us were so desperate that we would have taken any date. The other half had all but given up. But as they say, any port in a storm. The first of us came at six and spent some time with the class II children, keeping them entertained. But by eight, we had all arrived. We spent a good two hours just playing football and basketball under the floodlights, and went back to the senior school courtyard by ten for a roll call and dinner by a roaring bonfire in the centre of the courtyard. Post-dinner, we had the ‘1st Annual Class XII Night Spend Talent Show’. People sang, people danced, people acted, and a certain ‘someone’ got slapped. But the real party started only at midnight, when the music started to play and we danced for non-stop for over three hours to almost every song on every iPod. And we would have continued, too! But everyone has their limits, and the teachers had hit theirs. So we obliged, and after a ‘happy ending’, we sat down for another roll call. But you see, not everyone was up to the idea of spending the whole night awake. Many were more than willing to call it a night, and went off to sleep. But not all were sleepy yet. Some endeavoured and we all gathered around what was left of our bonfire, living memories and singing songs. What I won’t ever forget was how we struggled to keep the flames burning as the hours went by. Aye, we were amateur woodsmen, but what we lacked in experience and skill we made up with enthusiasm, using wood, roots, paper cups, plastic packets, our breath, and even a good round of prayers and curses to keep the fire alive (kudos, by the way, to Divyesh and Mariam for their fanning the flames). And as we kept track of the countdown to our 5:30 am yoga, a part of me hoped that the night would stay eternal. Partly, because no one was looking forward to early morning yoga. But mainly because that night just seemed... Wondrous? Magical? Amazing? I could keep on checking my thesaurus, but I doubt I will ever find a word that will do it justice.
But 5:30 had to come, and with Mrs. Krishnan and Mrs. Kumar leading, we were required to breathe deep, and stretch our weary bodies as we were pulled away from our trusted fire. But who said that vice is happy with a single hit on poor, old virtue? We then went on to take two rounds of our own big field. Paint the picture, if you will. It’s nearly six in the morning, mist and cold drift on the wings of dawn, and the senior-most batch is parading around the field in jackets and blankets with our esteemed Head of Senior School marching at the head. We trooped back to the courtyard, wet, cold and cranky. But we came to an astonishing surprise. Despite our having left it for half-an-hour, our little fire had refused to die out. It was pathetically weak, no more than smouldering cinders, but to us, it was a haven of hope. We clustered around like madmen, seeking what little heat we could get, as the teachers kindly sent for biscuits and hot chocolate. And then with the light of the sun, came the sleepy drivers and grumpy dads. And in twos and threes, we all left for home, seeking the comfort of a warm bed and a dozen hours of blissful, uninterrupted sleep. And as I walked towards the exit, I turned back to see those hearty cinders finally die out.
To me, this night stay was a unique experience. Why? We’ve been for many, many parties and have done wilder things than this. But this night was different. On this night, no one cared for what who was wearing. On this night, it didn’t matter whether we weren’t only with our best friends. On this night, we could do anything in front of each other with no inhibitions. On this night, we were a batch in every sense of the way. And that was what we were aiming for. Mission accomplished, guys.
Jahan Adil Nargolwala

Sukeshi Dalmia: Did you use Owl paint?
Those poor owls never stood a chance.
Sidhanth Rao: How was the exam?
Kartikeya Khanna: I lost.
-your mind?
Jahan Nargolwala: is Macbeth a man or a woman?
Diva Gujral:....?
Jahan Nargolwala: I meant Lady Macbeth.
Your English teacher obviously failed you...

Rock On! at the Talent Show

Striking a Pose: The Night Stay



Mallika Pal, Ramya Ahuja, Suvira Chadha, Tejasvita Singh, Vani Shriya, Vedika Berry, Ayesha Malik, Devika Agrawal, Nikhil Pandhi, Sanjana Malhotra, Tara Sen, Arushi Kumar, Bhavik Singh, Kunal Datta, Meghna Mann, Rhea Sadh, Sara Chatterjee, Vanshika Wadhwa, Akbar Iqbal, Avanti Gupta, Jahan Nargolwala, Mahi Titus, Soumya Dasgupta, Tarunima Prabhakar

Editor : Diva Gujral