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KOMAL 11C
FROM THE PRINCIPAL’S DESKFROM THE VICE-PRINCIPAL’S DESK
excellence.
SWACHH BHARAT ABHIYAN
Virasat Musical Show, held on October 14, 2024, showcased a captivating blend of traditional and contemporary performances by artists like Mrs. Rashmi Gandhe and Guru Gayatri Ambekar. The event, made possible by the dedicated efforts of music teachers Mandar sir, Onkar sir, and Anagha ma’am, featured students who underwent a two-day workshop. The harmonious collaboration between artists and students illuminated the stage, creating a memorable fusion of talent and cultural heritage."
“An interactive session on joining Arm Forces was conducted on 2nd November by Maj.Danish Chadha and Lt. Gursimran Singh for the 11th and 12th Grade students, providing valuable insights and guidance to help them make informed choices about their future career paths.
Leathered Art of DwellA simple day started with my fake smile and ended with a deep thought of my past. A past, that was decided by all the evils inside the god’s brutality towards people’s life. Travelling in a bus can be said as a hobby of mine, but it is simply an activity to keep my mind off my present life. A sudden jerk on the bus, trembling my bony lap shook all of me and made my book being flooded with all that leaking tears from my eyes which forcefully came out without making any noise. A word splashed out of my mouth that made me calm yet the dark inside me grew more wider and deeper “Sister” I said. She hadn’t done anything, but the power and weight of all that devil’s paper out weighted her into ashes in front of me. But I could not do anything even though I desperately wanted to. People says that a good thought in mind makes it reality. But what about our thoughts, hardwork and dreams that were just crushed before us with nothing but, just a piece of paper of a few grams? As my feet moved towards my cosmic hole of deep silence and grief, they were made to stop due to the howling noise of a reporter, exaggerating about a so called report that was nothing more than a para about Arthur Dwell Williamson. His work in constructing this huge city, where people wear mask of happiness roam around. Even with all that fame and wealth, he was still unknown within all these people. After having a piece of bread to keep me alive, helped me to rise to head towards my favourite spot that fill my deserted heart with a tiny scrap of happiness and a sigh of relief. As the dark void started taking over the saffron sky, the embedded twinkle of the stars were enough to lighten the sky with the glamour of the earth’s own satellite. Just a moment slipped and another memory struck me really hard. Thinking about all these years with my sister that flew by like a paper on a hardwood desk and all the fun, love, care and preservence of me from the harsh reality made my skinny cheeks lighten with a smile and eyes darken with the tears of my guilt. You fulfilled all your responsibilities and duties as a sister to propagate all the best characters within me. You tried all your best but I also ended up getting trapped and diluted into the bait of this world. The clouds of memories shattered into pieces as I found myself on the hard
cemented road watching over the rusty lamp of your treasured, old book store. Beneath those flickering street lights, I walked towards my very owned memory store of yours, which was now a dunk graveyard for some skeletal readers like me. Entering the store while hearing the alarming yet soothing ring of that bell still holds me in our past; as I still reincarnate you in my vision watching over you, wanting this book from the bottom of your heart to give me as a present on my birthday. This book that I chose and shelf it is from is still a mystery for those wrinkled eyes of the store owner. I don’t only read your beloved book but also protects this old leathered piece of art from the ruthless hands of the unknown. The owner of the store didn’t seem surprised finding an ordinary looking undiscovered man named “Arthur Dwell Williamson” who build all that so called magnificent buildings with those maze-like drainage lines. But today the grief broke my secret vessel of all the guilt only known to the soul of my sister’s beloved book. The guilt of my life cannot be recovered by any emotion, luxuries, or wealth. Today in my immense love towards you, and hatred towards my deeds I didn’t hide your old book, but instead gave it to that ancient man who belongs to this store. His expressions after observing your well-preserved leathered art were mesmerizing. After handing your book to him, I, none other than Mr Dwell Williamson thought about all that money that I had stolen and kept in all those mazes, built beneath the people’s knowledge where no one could ever roam around even if they wanted to. But the most awful thing was all the letters about my plan that I wanted to share with you so that you could punish me just like you used to do are still sitting and waiting in that book to be uncovered someday to see me behind the savage walls of the correction facilities before I could come to you to hand you over “The Leathered Art Of Dwell ”. -Pratik Deepak Gite IX D
In the Shelter of LoveAlone, these four walls seem too tight, With family close, everything feels right.Their love make me strong, mentally, emotionally, three dear faces, my standards rise notionally.I'm never as happy as I'm with these three, Love is the reason; I feel so free.In their company, my heart takes flight, Completeness blooms, in love's soft light.-Shaurya KumatkarIX-E
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