Writers' garden

Writers' garden

What made me happy

This morning I went to school

Hoping my school would be super cool
In the Math class, I was sent out
In the English class, I was made to stand up
I sulked and sadly said
‘Oh! My school can’t be super cool!’

After school, I went home
Hoping my Mom would be nice and sweet
But when I asked her for food
She asked me what I had learnt
I told her what happened
She roared like a thundercloud
I sulked and sadly said
‘Oh! My Mom can’t be nice and sweet!’

At night, I didn’t sleep
And waited for my Dad to return
And guess what? Dad came home and said
“Come down, let’s play some cricket”
I jumped up and happily said,
‘My Dad is super cool and sweet and nice!’

Aditi Arun (8), National Public School

Black briefcase

Cube of shiny fake leather
Deceptive in its very dullness
October heat
Oppressive, sultry weather
Beating down upon
All those who stand
By the bus stop.

School children with neatly oiled hair
Grumpy woman,
Bindi squeezed by frown lines
Men wearing funny bell bottoms
At least a decade behind fashion.

The bus is late
It’s not unexpected
But the briefcase still sits
Menacingly on the bus stop bench.
I imagine it carries
Files and papers
Official-looking files
And neatly stacked paper.

I stifle the scenes
That pound
At my protective mental barrier
But they manage to seep through
The fissures of conjecture .

And I can see —
Gimlets of ruby-red blood
Glistening against
Dreary gray pavement
Empty eyes turned towards the sky
Shards of water bottle
Nauseating, overwhelming odour
Of detonated death.
And piercing cries
Rending the world of the bus stop apart.

Again I see
The shiny black briefcase
Seated upon the bus stop bench
With no one sparing it A second glance.

Malvika Parthasarathy, Class XI (Arts), Sophia High School, Bangalore.



Day and Night

Now the day is over,
And the night is drawing near,
The sun has bid goodbye,
To the darkening sky so clear.
The moon is like a silver balloon,
Whose beams spread far and wide,
Though once in a while,
Behind the clouds it does hide.
The sky is slowly becoming dark,
And the sparkling stars begin to peep,
The beautiful birds and colourful flowers
Will soon be fast asleep.

Shubam Daga and Vishal Arimanithaya, Class VI,
BGS International Residential
School, Bangalore.


Some words make me think,
Some words make me wink
Words that pierce my heart of gold
Words that make me say ‘beyond, behold’
Words that are hot or cold,
Never too new nor too old.

Words that make a mold in my mind
Words that make me look behind
Words are of such kind.
Words that make a wound in my heart,
With a sharp, pointed and poisoned dart.

Words those are very tall
Never too big nor too small
Words that make a ghostly doll,
Words that build a magical wall.

But I have made up my mind,
To use words that are good and of no other kind.

Sarbajit Ghosh (8), Class III ‘H’,
Bishop Cotton Boys’ School, Bangalore

World of flowers

Flowers are like blossom showers,
They give a pretty look
Hanging from plants
Like colourful creations from hooks.

Flowers make me think about what wonder they hold,
Whose beauty attracts the bees
That hover about and enjoy nectar.
Some flowers are red, some are white,
Some are yellow and pink so light.
Lovely lillies and red roses
Bashful jasmine and white daisies.
Flowers have a lovely fragrance
They brighten up all occasions
Flowers are sweet and beautiful,
They are bright and wonderful.

Ayeesha Sadaf S Kasar

My incredible 13th birthday

Yes, the 9th of June, 2012, was when I turned 13. I had been dreading the day and anticipating it at the same time. Dreading it as I did not want to turn 13. Everyone told me I was entering a new phase of life. Yet I anticipated the day as I wanted to know what it was like to be a teenager.

As I was saying, it was the morning of my birthday in 2012. I was extremely happy with the gifts I had received so far, and the number of people calling up to wish me. Luckily, it was a Saturday, so my parents promised to treat me and Grandma to a movie, and then dinner at my favourite restaurant. “That’s all,” they said, but I too excited to grumble.

I was admiring the new set of brushes and acrylic paints that my best friend had got me. Everyone knew I loved art and painting. Suddenly, the phone rang and I ran to get it, expecting another birthday wish. The number displayed on the screen was unknown to me. I picked up the receiver, and instead of hearing the loving, happy voice of a relative or friend, I heard a rough and scary voice.

“Meet us at the Canopy Party Hall today at 2.45 pm, with all the money you’ve collected for the orphanage.  The place is deserted today. Do as told or your family will be in grave danger! And remember, don’t you dare breathe a word of this to anyone. I am watching,” the caller said.

“Wh...who is this?” I asked. But he’d hung up.
I was in a terrible dilemma. Should I tell someone or should I do as instructed? How could this happen to me on my birthday? I was ready to cry.

I made up my mind. I would follow the instructions of the anonymous caller. I know, I know. It was a stupid thing to do. But if some freaky dude called you up and told you that your family would be in danger if you didn’t listen to him, you’d make the same choice too. I told my parents that I had to go out after lunch, and I’d be back before we left for the movie.

“Hopefully,” I added mentally. I packed the money I collected for Goodwill Orphanage and left. I took the 2.15 pm bus and flopped down on the first seat, lost in thought. I wondered who it was who’d phoned me, and whether I was doing the right thing.

I reached Canopy Party Hall and made my way in. It was a great place for birthday parties, and had come up last year just after my birthday. I’d been wanting a party of my own here ever since. Now I wondered if I’d ever get the chance to ask for such things.

The place had indoor rides (not the babyish ones but real cool ones like a rollercoaster with seven loops and a HUGE trampoline) and a pool. I made my way in as quietly as possible (strangely enough, the security guards didn’t even try to stop me). It was pitch dark.

“Hello?” I said, fighting tears. “I’ve brought the money…” Suddenly, the lights came on. Thirty people yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” That was when I realised that there were no brutal thieves there, but my amazing friends and family. They had planned the whole surprise party!

We could take all those amazing rides, and have a pool party with all my favourite food from the restaurant I like!  There was a projector in Canopy Party Hall, so I could watch my favourite movie too!
It was the perfect ending to the perfect day.

Aditi Ramakrishnan,
Class 7, DPS Bangalore North.