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)
I woke up to the sound of my little sister shouting at me. She wanted me to get her uniform from the cupboard. “Why so early,” I thought, as I turned to look at my alarm clock. Gosh! It was already 7 o’clock in the morning. Usually I get up at 6:30 a.m., get dressed and reach the bus stop by 7:15 am sharp. But this day had started on a bad note.
I quickly got ready, picked up my school bag and rushed out of home, not bothering to take the lift. Halfway down the staircase of my four storey apartment, I realised that I had forgotten to take my little sister Mini with me! I sped back upstairs, grabbed my sister and sped again to reach the bus stop. Thankfully, I could catch the school bus and reach the school on time.
Today our Class IX B was holding a special assembly on ‘Save Earth’. During the assembly, when the school principal was addressing us, most of my classmates were talking loudly. It invited her ire and she punished the entire class and made us stand on the stage in front of the whole school and gave us a piece of her mind. After this debacle, we were supposed to attend our biology class in the laboratory. When the teacher asked us to take out our biology textbooks, I was shocked to find that my book was missing. I had left the notebook at home in haste. My face turned white from fright. What followed next was something I wouldn’t forget ever. My teacher scolded me, wrote a note in my diary and asked me to write two pages of ‘I-will-remember-to-keep-my-books in my bag’ as punishment.
Later, during the lunch break, when I was looking forward to the special South Indian lunch made by my mom, I discovered that I had forgotten to carry my lunch box in a hurry. My friend Sid happily shared his pumpkin curry with me. But the worst was yet to come.
On the way home from school, a few monkeys started chasing me. It scared and frightened me like anything and I almost started running, yelling, “Please! Help me!” Luckily, a young man chased those simians away. I thanked him and headed home.
At night, I was more than relieved to go to bed. I was happy that the day had finally ended.
Paneer ki kheer
Shreya Badhwar, AIS Gur 43, IX B
Cottage cheese (paneer ) 100 gm
Milk 2 cups
Water 4 tbsp
Sugar 3 tbsp
Cardamom (elaichi) powder ½ tbsp
Cornflour 3 tbsp
Saffron (kesar) a few strands
Rose essence a few drops
Raisin & almonds a handful
n Combine milk, sugar and paneer in a broad non-stick pan. Cook on a slow flame for about 10 minutes.
n Stir continuously.
n Add cornflour and stir continuously till it thickens.
n Add cardamom powder and mix almonds. Mix well and refrigerate for at least an hour.
n When cool, add rose essence.
n Serve chilled garnished with almonds, raisins and saffron.
The lonely road
Suhani Saigal, AIS PV, IX D
What are we doing here,
at a place where no one hears?
People who you knew for years,
when needed, were just not there.
Fake promises and several issues regarding trust,
this kind of friendship, will just rust.
Best friends forever, to me,
means nothing, nothing at all,
for I’ve always lost out on something.
Here, all of us are alone,
waiting for someone to come along.
What we don’t know is that,
we are on our own.
Whoever comes would prove to be wrong.
Can we, for once, open our eyes,
and realise the real lies?
For the world is a lonely place,
and you too have your own space.
Devyani Goel, AIS Saket, IX A
The first day when I walked in,
the first face I saw was hers.
Her kind smile and lovely black hair,
that flowed over her shoulder.
She took my hand, holding my tiny fingers,
a dozen pair of curious eyes around me,
and the only ones I sought were hers.
In her face I saw kindness,
and I saw trust and I saw pride.
But more than anything else, I saw infinite love .
She taught me to read & write, to colour between lines.
She brought out the best in me, made me into who I am.
My guide, my mentor, I’m still learning from her.
Because that’s the thing about teachers,
you never forget your first.