Happy Children's Day! :)

Happy Children's Day everyone! :) 

Happy Birthday Chachaaji! <3 

I seriously love this kid for posing the way I asked her to. xP

My Experience

MY EXPERIENCE

written by : MILIYA HARISH 

"Compassion is the capacity for feeling what it is like to live inside                                   somebody else's skin.''

           The complete life, the perfect pattern, includes old age as well as youth and maturity.

           Old age has its pleasures, which, though different, are not less than the pleasures of youth. This is something that I realized when I visited an old age home. Before this, I had never been to an old age home. So, I was wondering what it would be like. Would the people present there be happy to see us and what would be the topic of our conversation? And as soon as we reached there, I got all my answers.

     The inmates were very hospitable and friendly, and they welcomed us with their beautiful smiles. To break the monotony of their lives, we presented a few songs and a dance for them. We also made them sing and dance along with us. We talked to them... Heard stories from them, and even heard there problems... Hearing this some of us broke into tears and no matter how much I tried to put away emotion I felt I couldn't... The strongest emotion I felt was sadness and the urge to cry was so inevitable that I felt helplessness.....

           We were able to make out that they were very happy to have us there. I was in tears when I found out how these lovely people were abandoned by their children& why. Thinking about the humiliation, the sadness they might have felt when they were sent here by their own children because they found their parents as a burden????

         That is a shame and that makes me angry and sad because they had just left their parents some people who they don’t even know ...who would want that?...To be thought as burden and being left behind &With the passage of time by their own children,, for who they lived for..I don’t think so And I realized that these people still loved their children...Who just left them... it is time for love and care , to be near and dear but in their case if we see the certitude in this  they are they don’t have any dear ones..........

       Though we spent only a few hours with them, they made me realize the value of my grandparents and my parents and the tenderness with which they have been taking care and loving me and how I should really be the one taking care of them. And maybe even pamper them little on their birthdays and anniversary...        My love for my family, particularly my grandparents, has grown stronger and deeper now... And I dearly wish that you too will realize that more than money and luxuries what we all need is a shoulder to lean on ...where our value is never marked on money... Where parents are not a burden but are the ones who took care of us when we were small. Who loved u no matter what we did....

Never to regard any one as your obligation because you'll only end up disliking them.

                                                       THANK YOU!!!!

Nature's Show

By: Vidhya Vinod Kumar,

                                                                                                               - MILIYA HARISH

The wind caresses my fragile skin

Making it feel all pale and weak

And the sun glowers overhead

With its mighty light, enriching us

With love, lust and life.

The plants sway

To the song sung by the wind

And the birds are chirping

As if auditioning

To get a chance

As a singer or at least a rookie

To the forest’s music.

The still water stays calm.

As if to show the world

That it is the natural mirror,

A mirror of thoughts and emotions.

Sudden ripples form on the glass water

And the land above quirks and squeaks

But almost at once it quiets down

And not a sound can be heard

Other than my beating heart.

There goes a bird,

Flying like it’s the best.

And there goes a squirrel

Scurrying back home for dinner.

And as I watch this stage show

Arranged by none and performed by all.

I believe that the world will never change

And that this stage show will go on forever

A Catastrophe by Jacob Thomas

If the world was opposite
to what it is today,
THEN,
The world will be a better place to live in
Than it is today
'Cause this world
Has everything against god.

I would say:
Oh! God change me
Change this world into a better place to live in.

God heard my prayers
He changed the world once again.
It was peace and quietness
Which ruled the world




Alas! An apple became
Rotten again
So did the world





Once again there was bloodshed
Once again there was disaster
And now it became a habit
And this time man ruled god.

This isn't the place to live in!

I would say:
Oh! God change me
Change the world into
A better place to live in

And now ,
My prayers were heard no more.

All kids are born genius, but crushed by the society - By: Vishal Kurian

"Normal" is a social standard created by those who feel they are right for living their own lifestyle; therefore it is a concept that can be used as a weapon against others to make them feel inadequate as though they could never measure up to this standard. In other word, it is a box created by people to make others feel different. But, the intelligent ones know that there is no such box and normality is boring.

Try to think for too long and you may become frustrated with the world's issues. But try not to think long enough and you will become the issues that frustrate the world.

Another concept which is more boring is "religion and caste discrimination". Just for the purpose of being superior from one another,  some people long before created the caste system and its laws. Caste ideas should never be praised or followed by the new generation, especially when we have proven that everyone is equal.

I admire people who have a great sense of power in  life, who really know themselves and act on how they can improve themselves, their communities and the world. I appreciate the unusual or ordinary people who are authentic, who-by-nature, would more readily admit their fears than try to cover them up. I'm not concluding that the society is "evil"or anything. I just want to tell the world of  some of the "orthodox" practices.

Doing what I love the most! - Photography

Everything in our life is a reflection of a choice we made. 

Egg! 

Spread love wherever you go. Let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

Sometimes it's the journey that matters more than the destination

Vibrant colours - Thread rolls

A new beginning

Well, I still can't believe my schooldays are over. I remember looking at the students of the college nearby and thinking, 'Wow! They are so grown up.' But here I am, in a college.

Its kind of hard to accept it, but its slowly setting in. The college I am in is like none other. I say this, because believe it or not, we study a little bit of everything-every single thing.

A typical day starts off at 6.15 in the morning with P.T. Yes, that's right- Physical Training. But considering how beautiful the campus is, its just an opportunity to get in some fresh air and appreciate nature.

The difference between what I am, and what you made me.

There will come, them moments,

When you can hear yourself laugh and smile,

And you nod at heads smiling at you,

You can smell the flowers a mile away,

you can breathe in the divine scent.

When the sun playfully lights up your strands of beautiful hair,

You just spread your arms out wide and scream with all your might.

Then there comes those days,

When the wind is too strong, and then sun is too low,

When the world just keeps ticking, and the people?

The people make it evident that they can survive with you .

They pass by, and you say hello,

Cue the winks, looks and curvy lips,

And the never ending hi-fi’s

Yes it’s a wonderful day; the trees looked just fine,

You learned, you had your thought of the day,

The day was as happy as it could be,

Though it would seem like all work and no play.

All you can do is look forward.

Because you’re alone, and it’s darkness, regardless of your how your eyelids are positioned.

The paintings on the walls make everything look so damn heavenly,

The classy white paint raises our standard,

The adorable peons give the place a spark,

And then, them (a peculiar group of human beings they are), they talk.

They puff, polish and paint their faces,

And say they work for our good.

They tear down souls that survived,

And without shame, they again claim to have been working for our good.

Its this day when you don’t know what to do with yourself,

When you can do so much and want to do nothing,

All because of a few people,

You feel you ebbing away into some lonely yard.

Sometimes, all you need to do is look at me and smile.

And the world is all right again.

You teach me every day; you claim to have the right to punish me too,

What bad will a smile do?

Sr. Alphonsa: The Saint who took the Path of Endurance

 Feast of St. Alphonsa - 28th July

In the pitch dark and solitude of life, we are oblivious of the unknown diabolic force with which we are entangled in a wrestle.   Isn’t this the reflex thought that emerges when remembering St. Alphonsa?  By the time we are in the know of the gruesome force, it would have inflicted casualty on us.  Over a sublime moment, we realize that we were pitched against God and that in the darkness of the night, deluded were we, to take Him for an incomprehensible self.  In the final analysis, the wrestle ought to be directed at self.  There is the invisible hand of God in effecting the death of  “I” in me and in its stead, the rise of God.   The inevitable endurance is nothing but the indispensable wrestle.  The venue for the wrestle is the corporal body.  Being able-bodied, St. Francis Assisi used to torment himself, whipping.  St. Alphonsa was at the whipping end of chronic ailments.  In both cases, there is the resurrection of a more refined version of Human and God.  In the case of Jesus, the endurance and self-tempering was in the shape of crucifixion. 

There is no room for despair, sorrow and death in the face of the conviction that endurance is the inalienable chalice of life and God has graciously endowed us with the strength to accept it. That is why in Christian vision, tragedy is a non-entity.

At the outset Assisi bewailed, “Do not ply me, I may crumble”.  A rethinking prompts him to muse, “When you are the plier, why should I be scared of being crumbled?”  On acquiring the strength of viewing endurance in bright light, free from the veil of darkness, Blessed Alphonsa mustered the strength to perceive it as a bosom friend whose frequenting was prayed for.  Tennyson’s adapted version of Tithonus prayed for immortality, but failed to pray for eternal youthfulness.  Old age conquered him, turning the very boon of immortality into a bane.   When does a boon become a bane?  - it is when we fail to acquire the virtue which is compatible to the boon.  Boon is the gift of God; virtue, we need to earn.

St. Alphonsa teaches us to get reconciled to reality.  Oftentimes, we are bewildered at the disparity between reality and illusion. In worldly life, we are not endowed with infinite youthfulness.  It belongs to the mind scape.

Joy and happiness are not infinite and attitude is its mother.  The protracted years of endurance seldom eclipsed her into hell-like torment. The long years of endurance, if in the company of Jesus, boils down to a split second. St. Alphonso felt like the psalmist who experienced scores of years as evanescent as a single day.   

When this virgin started looking at her nunnery as the abode of God and her caretakers as the guardian angels, her house of endurance turned out to be the abode of God. 

Before death swallows us, we have the responsibility to enrich life.  That is why Jesus reminded his followers that his final call was not yet due and that the inevitable chalice was outstanding yet.

Tennyson makes the celebrated reminder, “the best is yet to come”.  Alphonsa maintained that even in the midst of the ferocious strife to recall her life, coveting death is uncalled for.  For, more beautiful things are yet to come by and turn out.  That is why St. Alphonsa had the divine whisper in her, “ beautiful is the endurance that was; and those yet to come, are even more”.

The ailment-stricken body posited St. Alphonsa in front of death and kept reminding her that life is transient.  One’s spirituality becomes intense at the thought that the longevity of life is just a few weeks, days or hours.  It heightens the liking for the world, harbours the complaint that love is not yet loved out.  Nevertheless, one can see in St. Alphonsa,  the preparedness to court death any moment sans begging for its deferment.

She tempered the body to temper the soul.  She maintained singular rapport with God; she was trying to equip herself to court God as her beloved man.  Upagupta kept telling his amorous fan Vasavadatta, “it is not yet time”.  St. Alphonso considered the tempering and endurance as the inevitable preparation that precedes the face-to-face with God. 

I AM

I AM

A Simile Poem written by Bhavna Raj of Class VI-A

I am as safe as

a pearl in a shell

Within the hands of my parents

I am as precious as

a diamond chain

for my sweet grandparents

I am as happy as

a bird set out of a cage

on the bike with my brother

I am as learned as

an eleven year old child

Just because of my teachers

I am as playful as a child in the park

with all of my friends.

Guardian of the Green

by: Ms. Lilleta Gomes

Man, who loves the nature great,
Born with the heavenly light,
A smile that wakes the flowers of spring.
And lo! The winged creatures sing.
     For though sometimes seen in silence
     With not a word or murmur
     He's deep in thoughts to better the days
     of our young generation higher.
No earthly hope, but faith
Makes him the one and only man
Who strives with mind, so calm and meek,
To better our lives from day to day
     Even a dusty stone
     A glimpse of beauty he spies.
     For none foresees, what his mind would bring
     Unending fragrance everywhere.
Earth renders back from the vast land
Fulfills his dreams to come.
Grants his wishes, the echo wild
All throughout his saintly life.

Message to the new school leaders

I would like to congratulate Zubin, Huda, Rose Mary and Mishal for winning in this year's school election. Zubin and Huda are new students. However, they have easily captured the hearts of students and have won their trust.

To: Zubin and Huda,
Please be acutely aware that students from the lower classes will come to see you as models to emulate. To be leaders of the school is a God-given chance to show other students, by way of example, how to take care of others, how to support and cooperate with teachers, and most of all, how to make the institution proud. As you share your time, talents and skills for the good of the school, in the process, you are the ones who get  formed into becoming better persons. That's the prize of self-giving. Ultimately, you are the recipients of your own good works. The work that is given to us, once done with dedication and commitment, transforms us. So, if you do what your posts demand, you would be changed persons at the end of the year.

To: Rose Mary and Mishal,
I have known you since you were in Std IV and you have no idea how much glad I am to see how you have grown into mature individuals. Both of you have great potentials to make a difference. Be confident. Be active. Be proactive. Be visible during school activities. Lead others passionately, but in humility. I know you will not fail.

To: Those who did not make it
As the cliche goes, "winning is not everything". A person does not need a leadership post in order to do something for other students or for the school. Greater is the person who goes out of his or her way to support and assist others even when he/she is not obliged to do so. You may not have won in the elections but, that doesn't mean you cannot do what the new leaders are tasked to do. You can still shine and be leaders in your own unique ways. You can still make your mark and be remembered with affection.

CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL!

THINK, EAT & SAVE

by Rachel Berkumon

Class X

(In celebration of World Environment Day)

Everyday is a boon

Which is forgotten so soon

Days which shine so fine

Oh, but they are never mine!

A divine gift it is called

From high above it was moulded

But don't we take things for granted?

Things which are the world's most wanted?

When food piles rise up, towering

Blinding me and covering,

I never saw the glistening

And never heard the whispering

Of a hungry face with longing eyes

And desperate sighs

But when the piles decreased in height

I did see the gloomy sight,

Of hunger and bewailing!

Leaving me sailing,

On an ocean of regret and queries...

Do we hear the wailing,

In the hungry stomachs prevailing?

Do we hear them mourning,

And their empty stomachs churning?

So, let us spread light

Into the darkness of night

of hunger and sorrows,

And build a new world of sharing and bright tomorrow!

Finale

FINALE

by Ms. Lilleta Gomes

DCMIPS teacher

The unknown Stranger,

Keeps trailing behind you

You know not

when...

why...

how...

For, he is there - very near

In the darkest shadow

That befalls you

     There's a tremor in me

     And spiteful eagerness too.

     For my heart keeps telling me,

     It's neither this land,

     Nor the ones you love -

     Can do much good to you.

There are whispers

And tears...

Full of loneliness and fears,

Flashes of pain and sorrow

They never seem to abandon you

From the clutches of the unknown Stranger

Though you try to break away,

Entangled in despair

     Unseen

     Untold

He is there like the chilly wind

From the unknown land ...

     of Mystery.

Easter Reflection of Fr. John Mannarathara CMI

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