English Lovers @ St. Mary's Pala

That One Promised Oasis              You remember that time  You were in an oasis as a child So you drag everyone with you To see if it could be found. The journey is quite costly  But it's a sacrifice you're willing to make, The survivors will understand When they see that oasis so great.                    You think you finally reached it  And enjoy that water so tired  But it sticks to your hand And tastes so much like iron. Now you can't even be sure If it was a dream or a memory, When for those who are left  It was only a nightmare to see. By Cinsa Jose, XI A

  Jealousy and Indian stereotypes. Jealousy is a weird thing. A feeling, perhaps. A feeling that strikes up hatred among friends and family. It is not only the main cause of almost all of Shakespeare's tragedies, but it is also an ever-present villain in our day to day lives. I was brought up in such a way that there is not much for me to be jealous of. My parents have always provided me with all that I would ever want or need without spoiling or pampering me. I also often take pride in my ability to appreciate someone's success without a single trace of malice in my heart and have always been able to reciprocate my feelings towards all my loved ones and feel genuine happiness in their delight. Yet, I must confess that nowadays I find myself stuck in reels of jealousy and look upon myself in horror, shameful of what I've become. It is not material things that I'm jealous of, nor people, nor their lifestyle. I'm jealous of the relationship people can have with ot