Why this blog?

The nascent and fresh minds of students are so creatively inclined that they have the ability to bring into being a universe of their own. They are little tyros who would, with time, unfold into verves, momentum or sensations of various creative dimensions. A chalk sculptor, a clay artist, an amateur painter of Madhubani, Warli, a dabbler of still life, a budding poet, a tenderfoot writer or a fledgling lyricist – one gets all varieties of creatively-aligned students covered in a seemingly dilettantish peel. We at Shishukunj aspire to provide a humble platform to all such potentials to smatter around and mature into the perfection that they are seeking to epitomize or become! This blog is thus an endeavor that would allow all Shishyans to just play around with their latent artistic caliber and enjoy the bliss of a “BRAVO” from known and unknown quarters.

Monday, March 27, 2017

Don’t Give Up

Amaysikirti Khurasia, Class IX F

From a father to his son:
Don’t give up ‘coz you are the one,
You will shine bright as the sun.
Keep on trying till the work is done,
Don’t give up ‘coz you are the one.

Your bruises will remind you of your falls,
You’ll keep on working ‘coz you’re not a doll.
I know you’ll achieve big things, your dreams aren’t small,
One day you’ll reach the top and read this poem for all.

Make winning your passion, not a trade,
‘coz my child, I know you won’t give up,

You are the one, bright as the sun.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Then Whose Fault Was It?

Adviteeya Khujneri, Class IX C

 “Oh! How dare you push me into the lake! I am all wet now”, said Josh.
“It’s not my fault”, Jack replied.
Jack and Josh were arguing about whose fault it was when Jack pushed Josh into the lake.
One fine morning, these two friends planned to go fishing in the lake. This is how it all started. They rented a small boat and sailed to the middle of the lake. The weather was pleasant and all the fishes were enjoying a nice swim in the water.
Jack and Josh had a jar full of earthworms, some sandwiches and fruits in a basket. Both sat with their backs against each other. They took out their fishing rods and kept an empty bucket between them.
When they cast their fishing rods, their hooks got stuck. Both thought they had caught something.
“Hey, I’ve got something”, Josh said.
“Me too! Me too!” exclaimed Jack, “And it’s really big.”
“Cannot be bigger than mine,” said Josh.
Oblivious to what was happening under the boat, they both foolishly kept pulling each other via their hooks.
“Oh my god! I bet it’ll feed me for a whole week! Mom’s going to be so proud of me,” said Jack.
Josh interrupted, “Ha! Ha! Bet a sandwich, mine’s bigger!”
And so they both argued about their catch. Jack tugged his rod pulling Josh into the water. Jack laughed heartily as Josh splashed about in the water. But since their hooks were entangled, even Jack got pulled into the water and their boat turned turtle.

Both swam ashore and as soon as they had caught their breath, they started fighting again. Now, all their sandwiches were in the lake and the fishes enjoyed a feast of free earthworms.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

The Day I Broke Up With My Friend

Prarabdh Shivhare, Class IX C

‘It’s not my fault’, he shouted in front of everyone when my son Jason had a fight with his best friend James. Someone had dropped glue on their assignment for which they had worked hard for almost a month. I got a sense of déjà vu when I heard ‘It’s not my fault’.
I remembered the incident at the Lakeside Camp long time ago. My best friend Ross and I were asked to light a fire while the others went to collect firewood. We had a lighter and we started arguing about who would get to use it. In the scuffle, the lighter bounced off my hand and fell into the lake. When we were asked about it, Ross shouted aloud, ‘It’s not my fault’ and put the entire blame on me. I hated Ross for that we never talked again. I lost a precious friend.

I feared that Jason would also lose a friend and so, for the sake of their friendship, I said that I had spilled the glue by mistake. Both James and my son hated me for a while but everything was fine after two-three days. I had saved their friendship and that was what I felt happy about.

Friday, March 24, 2017

The Most Dreadful Day

Rishita Neema, Class VII A

One day, I woke up late,
As I had forgotten, it was a test date.

I stepped on my dog’s tail,
He barked hard because that was my fate.

I ran to my bus stop like a marathon race,
But I missed the bus due to my slow pace.

I was crying and my mother was sad,
Then she scolded me as the day was bad.

I do not simply know what will happen next,
This day has left me totally perplexed.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

A Trip Down Memory Lane

Swasti Solanki, Class X D

This is a story of how we grew up,
Not in a city, but in a forest dump.

Years ago, when we were blooming buds,
All we used to do, was to play in mud.

No school, no rules, no phones, no screens,
Just living in our own wildest dreams.

All play – no work was our gang’s theme,
Follow the monkeys on the trees of neem.

Swimming together in dirty ponds,
Further strengthened our friendship bonds.

Life without glamour and show,
No creed, no greed, not a single foe.

“I wish, I wish with all my heart,
To fly with dragons in a land apart.”

Hand in hand, wandering around,
Looking for a world beyond.

Oh those beautiful years of life,
Vanished in no time.

No slums, no huts, no ponds, no trees,
Now all I have is their memories.

How I wish I had a wand,

To turn concrete back to where I was born.

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

If I could…

Ronit Banerjee, Class VIII C

If I ever had the chance to live a day as any other person, I’d without hesitation choose to be my favourite author, Dan Brown. Not just because I want to have as much wit as he does, to write endless, gripping and immensely thrilling novels, but also as he has the opportunity to travel around the world and admire some of the most illuminating historical landmarks and that in itself is more than satisfying.
Only the opportunity is not what matters, but also the ability to understand all of it. In a day, being him, I’ll probably go to Florence, Italy. Set in the lap of rich Italian Renaissance History and Literature, the city’s gravitas is just a treat.
But in all the beauty, it’s the haunting tale of Florence’s own aristocrat, Dante Alighieri, going through hell, heaven and purgatory, which attracts me the most. After some research about his book, ‘Divine Comedy’, I’ll go to the heavenly Saint Bapoli Gardens which will spark my imagination with its sobering effect on my mind as it is symmetrically aligned to the location fo the sun and the eclipse moon.
After such enlightenment, I would have enough material for my new novel. But, to pen down the chaos surrounding the horrendous Black Death, the predicament faced by the aesthetics of Dante, the uproar, the history fo the age of Michelangelo and Bernini, takes courage and creativity.
Dan Brown once said, “An artist’s life is royal, yet a tragedy,” showing his conflicts, which turn into beautiful pieces of art themselves. And thus, I’d like to partake in the life of this creative genius.

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

The Breakfast

Advaith Krishnan, Class VI G

The sun was bright. The birds were chirping merrily. It was late in the morning. ‘Hmm’, said Mr. Brown, the bear, yawning.
‘Bright morning. Might be able to get some breakfast.’
He came out of his cave. Mrs. White, his neighbor was also up and swimming in her pond. Mrs. White was a swan. She said, ‘Good morning Mr. Brown.’
‘Why is my name Mr. Brown? After all, I am a black bear. Shouldn’t my name be Mr. Black? That would have been so appropriate.’
Lost in these thoughts, he ignored Mrs. White. As he walked, still musing, he did not notice that the grass had cleared to a smooth black surface. Suddenly, a giant monster with glowing eyes and shiny scales came charging towards him.
Mr. Brown was not one to be scared by these antics. He had heard about these monsters from his uncle. He thought, ‘Maybe I should challenge it to a duel. I would be the first to defeat a monster.’
Mr. Brown roared loudly. The monster also responded with a high-pitched yell. Mr. Brown believed that the monster had accepted his challenge and ran towards it. He gave the monster a strong blow. The monster stopped with a shudder and many fruits fell from its head.
‘Hmm. Looks like it surrenders and is pleading me to stop. That’s why it is offering me fruits. Well, I’ve got my breakfast.’ Mr. Brown picked up those fruits and left looking for a nice spot to enjoy his meal.
A human came out of the car and after inspecting it, said, “That bear broke my headlight. It also took away our picnic food.”