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)
“The green wire beneath the blue port, the red wire above the yellow one and the blue wire above the green port. Aargh! It has gone all haywire!” screamed my cousin Divyam, as he tried to build a time machine. The machine stood there proudly, all glimmering in green, gold and blue. The only thing left was the wiring to actually make it work! Suddenly, Divyam and I heard a strange sound. The sound kept increasing. Divyam stared at me and said, “It’s your stomach, Rajat!” We rushed to the kitchen to make the elephants in my stomach silent.
After the sumptuous treat of chocolate pudding and muffins, both of us went to brainstorm on our time machine. As we attached all the green, blue and red wires to their respective ports, we crossed our fingers and waited for the light on the machine to turn red.
“Welcome to time travel,” said the time machine. Our happiness knew no bounds and we jumped inside to travel back in time. Since I had always been fascinated about Akbar’s reign, Divyam took me to October 14, 1542 - the day the great king was born. We entered the gates of Umerkot, the birthplace of Akbar. The entire town was decorated with colourful flowers, drums played everywhere and people danced with joy as the heir to the Mughal throne was born. Every citizen of the town was gifted 500 gm of gold on the occasion.
Moving on, we went to witness another major event in Akbar’s life, the day he was crowned the king. At a young age of 12, Akbar shouldered the responsibility of reigning the kingdom. But this time, the citizens were gifted gold equivalent to the weight of Akbar.
The streets smelled of delicious food. We looked at each other and decided to feast upon the yummy biryani, malai kofta and anjeer halwa. We rushed to join the queue and stepped forward to grab the items.We tried again and again but we simply couldn’t touch anything. Soon we were distracted by the smell of pizza and mom’s call, “Wake up kids! You’ve been working on your time machine for long, time to feast upon something!” As we rubbed our eyes, we saw the time machine standing in front of us, beckoning us to press the button.
The only thing left was
the wiring to actually
make it work! Suddenly,
Divyam and I heard a
Summer tri chill
Trisha Pavagadhi, AIS Gur 43, IX
For cake (lowest layer):
Sugar 100 gm
Butter 100 gm
Refined flour 100 gm
Baking soda 1 tsp
Vanilla essence 1 tsp
Coke as required
For custard (second layer):
Custard powder 4 tbsp
Milk ½ litre
For mango fruit cream (top layer):
Mango (chopped) 1
Cream 200 gm
Sugar 3 tsp
In a big bowl, take butter, sugar, eggs and vanilla essence, and blend.
Now, add the refined flour and baking soda to the batter and mix till it becomes fluffy. Add coke to the batter for a desired consistency.
Grease a cake mould with butter and pour the batter into it.
Bake in a microwave for 3-4 minutes till the inserted toothpick comes out clean.
Take half cup cold milk and add custard powder to it. Stir it well to avoid the formation of lumps.
Add sugar to the rest of the milk and bring it to a boil. Add the above mixture to it and stir continuously.
Allow the mixture to cool at room temperature.
For mango fruit cream:
Pour the cream in a bowl and blend.
Add sugar to the cream and mix.
Add mangoes to the batter and mix it well.
Place the cake at the bottom of a shot glass (or any small glass).
nPlace a layer of custard over the cake. Refrigerate for 10 min.
Layer it with mango fruit cream on top, and keep it in the refrigerator for another 10 minutes.
Serve and enjoy!
Happy Birthday Ma’am!
Manika Joshi, AIS Vas 1, IX D
A for admirable, you enlighten our paths
M for magical words that touch our hearts
I for inspiration that you are to all of us
T for ‘Three cheers for Amita Ma’m, Hip Hip Hurray’!
A for Amity that gives us values everyday.
M for our role model, yes, that’s you
A for adorable at its best, that has to be you.
A for angelic beauty, may high you soar.
M for mother who loves us so much, need we say more?
Pratha Bhatt, AIS Vas 1, XI C
A brand new day is dawning
And as it gets its start
All Amitians wish you
Happy birthday from our heart
Ma’am, you are the lamp
That gives us all light
You help nurture our talents
With your wisdom and insight
Under your able guidance
We develop in all spheres
We receive knowledge and values
And learn to overcome our fears
Amitians are taught
To be good citizens of the world
We thank you Chairperson Ma’am
For all your efforts.
Where am I?
Jyoti Nagpal, AIS MV, XII
Who’s trying to call me?
Who is unable to reach me?
Have I escaped the real world?
Why can’t I hear a single word?
Or are they ignoring me?
Are they saying ‘An introvert is she?’
I want to take them there,
Words aren’t required where
But I’m unable to give them my vision
That’s where our worlds have division
They can’t hear the silence I embrace
They like the chaos they create
I want to paint it all with blue
Also white, pink and cyan hue.
They do not see my insightfulness
But I can see the zeal they possess
You think how I’m always in a maze
Even if I’m just looking at the haze
Beautiful how we have different lives
And how love never lets us strive
We look at things with perceptions
And you think I rarely participate
Still, we get along like exceptions
as they say, ‘distinct but best mates’.