Answer: (Jarawa in Andaman, Lepcha in Sikkim,Jaunsari in Uttarakhand, Kondh in Orissa,
Bodo in Assam, Khasi in Meghalaya, Gond in Madhya Pradesh, Gaddi in Himachal Pradesh,
Rabari in Gujarat, Bhil in Rajasthan)
A few months ago, I, Julia Thompson, used to wonder why people made schools and even if they did, what was the need to make a thing called ‘homework’. School was like my own, personal torture chamber. The beeps of the morning alarm; the honking of the school bus; those endless hours of sitting straight and feigning to be attentive and especially the constant reminders of pending homework and projects, annoyed me badly. Every day, I used to go to school, daydream and every afternoon I would mysteriously forget about all my school homework.
As usual, I was daydreaming in the math class when I heard the dreadful words “Submit your homework”. I woke up from my slumber, all panicked. Although I was not a brilliant student, I did care about marks. I looked around and saw everyone taking out their assignments.
My new math teacher, Mrs Montgomery was known to be strict when it came to submission of assignments. She looked at me sternly through her crescent-shaped spectacles and said, “Julia, where is your assignment?” Her voice sent shivers down my spine and I stammered, “Ma’am, I uh…, I …”. “What? Julia,” said Mrs Montgomery. “Ma’am, I am so sorry. I forgot to do it.” I finally confessed and covered my face, waiting for my teacher to scold me. A soft hand touched my shoulder, “It’s okay Julia, don’t be so stressed, you can submit it tomorrow, but only on one condition. You have to promise me that you will complete all your pending work by the weekend,” said Mrs Montgomery. “I promise I will finish all my work,” I told Mrs Montgomery and myself.
That day I went home and finished all my pending work. I felt a strange yet pleasant sense of satisfaction that I had never felt before creep in. I loved this feeling and promised myself I would finish my work on time. From that day on, I have always been regular with my work and even secured good grades. Now I don’t hate school anymore, rather I think I am in love with it. It is not as bad as I used to think. Well, as long as I am a student, school will always be my ‘frenemy’.
Baked sweet potato
Parth Goyal, AIS Mayur Vihar, IX B
Sweet potatoes (peeled) 4
Olive oil ¼ cup
Salt as per taste
Black pepper (powdered) ½ tsp
Fresh parsley a few
Coarse salt as per taste
* Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Line the baking dish with a silver foil.
* Lightly coat the foil with olive oil and set the baking dish aside.
* Cut sweet potatoes lengthwise into ½ inch thick strips. Drizzle them with oil; toss to coat. Sprinkle salt and pepper.
* Toss again so that salt and pepper coats the sweet potatoes evenly.
* Arrange sweet potatoes in a layer on the prepared baking dish. Bake for 15 minutes.
* Turn sweet potatoes over and bake for 10-15 minutes more or until they turn golden brown.
* Sprinkle these with parsley and coarse salt.
* Serve hot.
Food for thought!
Sirat Kaur Gill, AIS Saket, XII D
Everyday is a fight in a slum,
their ancestors have got them stuck there with gum.
Their lifestyle leads them to the cave of deep sorrow,
they have no idea what they are to do
There is no one to hold on to,
no one to rely on.
With no one to bail them out,
everyone shoos them off with a shout.
They put up in a disastrous environment,
which is difficult for even a layman to imagine.
What they all eat,
is nowhere near our meat.
They work mostly in garbage,
with hope surpassing all ages.
It’s even hard for them to pretend,
to earn money by doing an errand.
They cry endlessly begging for health,
but we give nothing to them from our bank of wealth.
Aren’t these people humans too?
Is it a crime that they are not as rich as me and you?
Even they took birth to live on this
but what they receive is unhygienic food and a life full of dirt.
Don’t you feel anything for them?
Or would you always condemn?
Let’s care for these little lost souls,
and help them achieve their
With them let us all eat, work and sleep,
and remove the inhuman gap dug by us very deep.