1st February 2011 - The Scindia School

February 1, 2011 | Number : 934
THE SCINDIA SCHOOL REVIEW ’11 pg 04
FORT NEWS
Certificates were awarded to all
participants.
On Wednesday 26th January the
62nd Republic Day was celebrated
with great patriotic fervour. It
was a day of pride for the entire
Scindia Community as our school
band marched on the Rajpath. The
contingent crossed the saluting dias
at 10:38 a.m. marching to the tune of
‘Kadam Kadam Badhaye Ja’.
The Chief Guest for the function
at school was Lt. Gen. (Retd.)
SPS Dhillon (Ex Rv’65-Madhav
Awardee, 2008- President SOBA,
Member of the Board of Governors)
The Chief Guest
at the Astachal.
He appreciated the march past by
the boys. He also spoke about the
significance of being the citizens of a
Republic. Mrs Sujata Barman, parent
representative on the Board was also
present on the occasion. Thereafter
everyone proceeded to the ‘Astachal’
where floral tribute was paid to
Mahatma Gandhi and patriotic songs
were sung. Gen. Dhillon and Mrs
Barman had several interactions with
various groups of students and faculty
over 25th and 26th January.
In the afternoon the Social Service
League organized Shramjeevi sports
for the Class IV employees. All
the shramjeevis enthusiastically
participated in the various events like
races, slow and fast cycling, needle
and thread race for the ladies, kabaddi
and tug-of-war. Principal Mr Samik
Ghosh complemented them for their
active participation and awarded
prizes to the winners.
I was very angry with my mother
because she always forces me to eat what
she thinks is healthy, nutritious food but
which I find so boring. Sometimes her
commanding voice and warnings irritate
me so much that I start crying. That’s
what happened today when she asked
me to eat ‘aloo muttur’
which I totally dislike.
Who in the world cooks
‘aloo muttur’ for lunch I
fought with her and barged
into my room. There I
started crying and soon fell
fast asleep.
No sooner had I fallen
asleep than I began to
dream of the things which
I’ve always wanted in my
life. I was in a city called
the ‘City of Joy’. There
were windows in our
stomachs through which
we could put the food
inside. There were doors
on our head through which
we could put the lessons
in instead of memorizing
them. The life was very
good. I was the richest
person in the ‘City of
Joy’ because I didn’t
have to learn anything
and things got into my
mind effortlessly. I would
always come first in my
class. Whenever I wanted some thing I
would get it.
We were also taught magic through
which we could clean our rooms very
easily. We could eat whatever we
wanted. There was no school uniform
and we could wear whatever we wanted.
Such a comfortable and carefree life
made me very happy. All tests were
open book tests and I often got the
highest grade. I felt very lucky as I got
the best of everything be it the clothes
that I wore or the house where I stayed.
I also had animals which could talk. My
favourite animal was a squirrel. I used
to share everything with her. I enjoyed
My Dream
a lot in the ‘City of Joy’. So much that
I did not even miss my mother. I had a
personal bank account too which was
always full of money. Soon I became
proud and would often tease others
more so because there was no one to
stop or scold me.
Everything had become very simple for
me. Whenever I wanted I could go for
a world tour and the best part was that
I did not miss my studies at all because
as soon as I would return from my trips
there were chapters lying on my study
and classroom tables. I had to just use
the key to open the doors of my brain
and put the lessons inside. The only
thing I resented was that there were
keys for the door and the window of our
brain and stomach and we had to take
care of them because if we lost them we
couldn’t get a duplicate one.
Then one day I lost the keys of my brain’s
door and stomach’s window. From that
day I had to always eat everything and
learn everything. This irritated me a lot.
But what could I do. After I lost my keys
the rules of the city seemed very stupid
to me. There was also a rule that said
that if you get angry for more than three
days then you would lose your magic as
it was the ‘City of Joy’.
As ill luck would have
it the same happened
with me because I was
angry about losing the
keys and my anger
lasted for more than
three days. One day
when I was bursting
with anger Harry Potter
who lived in the same
city came and started
teasing me saying that
he had all the magic
and I didn’t. I felt like
kicking him.
The next day I saw a
boy who was sitting in
a corner and crying. I
went to him and asked
what the matter was. He
replied that he and his
friends could not enjoy
the taste of food as they
consumed everything
through a window.
Moreover whenever
they got a certificate or
came first in the class
they could never really celebrate the
success as it had not been truly earned
by them through hard work and effort.
That day I felt really happy to have lost
the keys. I had learnt my lesson and
knew that henceforth I would never take
a shortcut to achieve anything.
“Sukanya, wake up. This is not the time
to sleep” suddenly I heard someone
say. I woke up and realized that I had
been dreaming everything. I hugged my
mother and told her all about my dream.
She burst out laughing and I promised
myself that I will start working hard and
eat every thing.
Sukanya Shukla, VII A
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February 1, 2011 | WPP : Regn.No.Gwl.Dn.11
Correspondents : Manas Pant, Sugandha Shukla, Saksham Kapoor Feedback : review@scindia.edu
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