English Lovers @ St. Mary's Pala

 Isn’t it strange how quickly time slips by? One moment we open our eyes to a world we barely understand, and the next we are at its edge, wings ready, hearts racing, ready to discover our place in this vast, magnificent ball of wonder. Standing at the edge, I can’t help but look back at the footprints of the journey that shaped me......my wings, wings that are ready to soar, yet carrying a quiet anxiety for what lies ahead. Looking back, I can certainly say that one of life’s greatest blessings is being surrounded by the right people. They have the power to lift you up, heal your wounds, guide you, and shape you. More importantly, they lead you towards the right path, a path that fills you with courage and humility. School and I didn’t exactly start off as best friends. After five years of being the unofficial target of playground politics , it’s safe to say I developed a rather slight phobia of anyone in uniform. On the bright side, those years also introduced me to a rather pers...

 

 AMORE MORIENS GOLDEN RULE BY NORMAN ROCKWELL ,1961 Amor , love , is aisthesis in its purest form. We hear the word, we feel it, and we live it. Everything that has life deserves love, and to love, in turn, is a fundamental part of the circle of life. Love is a curse for some.... a curse as gorgeous as fire . For others, love is an Art Deco masterpiece: the most perfect thing to ever happen, the only thing that makes sense in this senseless world. And for some, love is an endless battle, for they say, if you can’t fight for your love, why love at all? For the longest time, it has been love , and love alone , that has held the entire living realm together. Whether man or animal, it is love: the love we receive from our parents, the love we choose to spend our lives with, and the love we share within our communities and with the world as a whole. Love has always been the red thread tying us all together, connecting every one of us. But what if the thread that once held us together is...

 BELLA CIAO   They say one night in Bandra can change your life, and trust me they’re not wrong. Oh, wait, I haven’t even introduced myself, my bad !!  I’m Money…yep  an actual crisp note, fresh from the Reserve Bank, still smelling of ink and possibility. How I reached Bandra is a journey in itself… well brace yourself  , after I was born in reserve bank  I was  stacked neatly in a bundle, then I was transformed to a far off bank  , after that I found myself in the calloused hands of a farmer, travelled all the way to Punjab, slipped into a taxi, and somehow ended up here, in Bandra, resting in the pocket of a taxi wallah. Crazy, isn’t it?  Eeee—thump!  I felt the taxi stop . Ohhh am I being transferred again? Wait… yes, I think I am. Just then a soft hand picked me up… oh it’s a womans ?  “Thank you,” she  said in a tired voice ; oh lorddy she reeked  of sleep deprivation and caffeine overdose.   Before I ...

 

 

It might sound controversial, but believe it or not I hate brownies. Yes, I said it. I Know hate is a strong word, but so is the taste of brownies—bitter, heavy, Overdone. What I do love, though, is the vanilla ice cream on top. Oh, to be that Sweet, beautiful, pearly vanilla , melting elegantly while everyone adores you.  Now, before you throw hands at me, screaming, “but the brownie is the best part!” .the chocolaty, the fudginess, the richness , let me say this: everyone loves Brownies... Until they are one. The minute you’re brown, suddenly vanilla is the Crowd favorite. Vanilla becomes the prince charming, the job promotion, the fair Bride in the matrimonial ad. Brown? Just the base. The backdrop. The afterthought.  So yes, being brown ,being a brownie is the worst thing that ever happened to me. And out of love, oh so sweetly, my parents named me kali. Beautiful name, right? Divine goddess, powerful energy. Except, in this world, it’s just a constant reminder That i am t...

The world of adults, I once believed was filled only with love and peace .Hatred , envy , jealousy had no place there. At least ,that was what I thought as a child. Ironic, isin’t it? Looking back now, its clear children are the most innocent beings of all.  We are bound by emotions, like anger , sadness , jealousy , happiness, anxiety , disgust and ego . some of them like empathy, kindness , compassion and happiness are celebrated while some others like anger, envy and jealousy are shunned .Society praises one half and condemns the other . Yet aren’t both sides equally human ?  There is a paradox here. Crying is called weakness , anger makes us monsters , jealousy makes us vile. But is crying truly weakness ? Does anger always makes us beast ? Are jealousy and envy truly disgusting , or are they reminders of our longing , our hunger for something more ? How long can a man smile ? How long can he remain kind ? Can any man live without making mistake,never flattering , always a...

As he played his lyres last notes It trembled softly in his arms. A cruel mercy from the heavens – “Don’t look back” warned Hades. But in the final step to light He turned – And she was gone. He whispered a thousand apologies to his love Oh, such a cruel fate As he played his lyres last notes Hades listened. Nature listened. But could his love hear him play? Post by Leona Biju ( XIC - 2024-25 Batch) This poem is based on a beautiful painting by G.F. Watts titled Orpheus and Eurydice . It is displayed in the Salar Jung museum in Hyderabad. Orpheus and Eurydice are both characters from Greek mythology. Orpheus a charming musician fell in love with Eurydice and married her .Tragically she died shortly after and Orpheus descended into to the underworld to bring her back ,charming Hades the god of the underworld with his music .Hades agreed to let Eurydice go back to the land of the living on the condition that Orpheus must not look back at his wife till they reach the upperworld .But Orphe...

 A beautiful evening, the setting sun casts a warm glow over the hills. Lush green paddy fields brim with a rich harvest. Terraced valleys nurture the world's finest coffee beans. Lakes and rivers overflow with sweet, fresh water. Flowers and fruits bloom abundantly on the trees. Amidst the beauty of nature nestled a small village called Cocanad, where a lovely ancestral home lay. “Grandma, can you recite any tales?” asked a sweet little girl of five. Her beautiful green, doe-like eyes, filled with hope and excitement, instantly made the grandma answer affirmatively. The old lady looked around. Sitting in comfy chairs, her husband and sons were chatting at random. She peeped through the doors to watch her daughters-in-law laughing and gossiping while cooking. Out on the lawn, her grandchildren played with enthusiasm and vigor. With a contented smile, she began reciting a tale from her memory lane…. ” Once upon a time, there lived a man and his wife with their children in a small, b...

 The new Netflix series Adolescence has taken the world by storm , revealing a chilling portrayal of the devastating effects of bullying on today’s tweens and teens .Times have changed a lot . The world kids are growing up now is really different from what it used to be. Even though I am still a teen, I can see how much things have changed for kids growing up now . With the rise of social media and constant online presence bullying doesn’t end at school ,it follows kids home right into their phones . Its silent , its digital and its dangerous . What is bullying ? According to Australian human rights commission, “Bullying is when people repeatedly and intentionally use words or actions against someone or a group of people to cause distress and risk to their well being ’’ Now let’s imagine a 13 year old boy who goes to school every day , only to be bullied by his peers not for anything he’s done , but simply for being quiet, for his financial situation or for just being vulnerable . ...

 A person, maybe a friend which I don't have. My mind is dark no bright no light. Tears on my face, which are unlimited. My brain is burning. I don't know why. We are sharing the same room but you  don't don't  know what's going on in my mind . It's not about others but about me , us. Am I wrong or you are wrong? Yes I am, as always. Perhaps it's all an illusion made by my mind However, I know I am in pain . Post By Neha Jaimon, XII A (2022-23 Batch)

Just like the past 4 days , Dennis stopped by the big blue building that suddenly sprang up in the middle of the city a few days back. Dennis stood staring at the strange building.. What would be happening inside? He couldn't find any details. Nothing was there to indicate what's inside.There isn't any sign of human life yet. Will it be some kind of a factory? No idea.  After a while, Dennis continued walking to his house. In the evening, along with the tea he tried to list the facts he discovered so far. A big building.. huge..Blue in colour..No one is going in or out.There's a board in the front " WHITE PAPERS" in black letters on a white background. A large door in the front facing the pavement.There are many windows, but none of them have ever seemed to be opened. The clock kept ticking. Dennis completed the paperworks for the next day. Unlocked his mobile phone and scrolled through the chats. There were 3 messages from Liya , his daughter. "Hi Dad Di...

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...

     LEAVING THE MEADOW A lovely little meadow So green and fresh and glowing The tiny lambs here and there Gathered under the shepherd's crook Freedom filled the air Bounded by the fences Happiness was there Enchanted with goodness Tears were also there That turned into rainbows With the light of holy sunshine That made the lambs prettier Purity was the way Preaching made it brighter Twists and turns were there Those unwinded by the guardians Now it's time to leave The lovely safer meadow As the lambs have transformed And the time has come The world is waiting out there With the mysteries of life The sparklings of hope And the darkness of despair The liveliness of truth And the lifeless falsehood It's time to enlighten up With the might of the meadow To go along the way That has ups and downs Till the end... Where the eternity welcomes you. By,  Amitha Anikuttan

 A long-long time ago , there was a super_ cool lass named "Amber "and she was a 15 yrs old and also had an adorable-but cheeky sister named "Ameliya "...and above that she had two amazing and supportive freneries called "Emma " and " Brielle "! These three were the "BFF"(Best friends forever...!)Amber knew Emma and Brielle for two months but it felt like one year since she met them. She also had a friendship with a shy but cool guy named "Jake "! They were also one of the well-setteld family in a country  "Ireland "!!! Amber was one of the  cleverest students in the Bio_class at "Oak's Academy " which was one of the most popular and prestigious schools in her hometown!and her school was one of the top-most school in Arklow  , Ireland...!                        ○○○  ♡♡  ○○○One day..., Amber was heading to her Bio_class and she met  with Jake. But in that moment Jake  seemed so sad and was...