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)
It was only then that I said to myself, “Wow, I actually did it!” And then we all patiently waited in the auditorium for the results.
Preeti Panigrahi, AIS Noida, X
For a fifteen year old, portraying the role of an eighty year old hungry and cranky lady was no cakewalk. I was nervous. However, my family and my teacher were very sure that I could take up the challenge and live up to the demands of the character. The practice sessions started, we would stay back after school hours and would go home only after 4.00 pm. And this went on every day, for the whole week that followed.
Initially, I could not even walk like an old lady. I was not satisfied with the way I was performing and would often question my credibility and focus. “Maybe I am not meant for it,” I would sometimes think. Little did I know that the character had already begun to settle in me, in my walk, in my talks and in the way I ate. And then time flew, before I could realise.
I still remember how I was on the edge, before the day of my performance. My mind was blocked with a million thoughts and one big question, “Will I be able to do it?” Then came the big day. I tried to maintain my calm. In my new, old avatar, it was hard not to laugh with a group of close friends as my co-artists. I had to, as I hardly had any choice. I decided to shut my ears to every other sound except the 'crying voice' of the old woman I was supposed to play, recorded in my phone. I managed to keep my calm, somehow till the final five minutes, and then went straight to the stage. I realised that the Preeti in me had already been transformed into boodhi kaki. I tried my best to perform with utmost sincerity.
As soon as I finished playing the last scene, people came rushing to me, asking me how it went. It was only then that I said to myself, “Wow! I actually did it!”
And then we all patiently waited in the auditorium for the results. I was thrilled to hear the announcement of my name by the judge, who gave me a salute. The audience offered me a standing ovation. I was overjoyed. I was conferred the ‘Best Actress’ award. If it was not for the faith of my teacher and my family, the character of ‘Boodhi Kaki’ by Munshi Premchand wouldn’t have come to my life.
The story is an account by Preeti Panigrahi, who participated in a theatre competition titled ‘Premchand ki Virasat’ at AIS Mayur Vihar and won the ‘Best Actress’ award.
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Leave them, we beg you
Anoushka Chakrapani, AIS Saket, XI E
The world stops every second
To churn out anew
Boys and girls of various faces
Maybe not, they leave familiar traces
Three of a kind? Make that seven
Brothers and sisters
Rather than footballs
Wishing on shooting stars
That they’re not shot by all
Handed with guns than clay and dolls
Hugs and kisses left untouched
Replaced by bruises and mauls
Great minds think alike
And well evil does too
Trickling into religion
Ideas causing collision
Of faith and resulting in war
The solution that remains
Is to ‘kill them all!’
Churning out demons
Who aim to disbar federations
And feed on damnation
Ideas spreading like a disease
That not only cease
Our freedom and happiness
Because subversion appeals
As sublime, to humans of mankind
Who are apathetic and purposeless
Only one can rule them all
Or else our cosmos shall fall
And hence we shall devour
Each and every one
Who is not ours
Snip 200 in Arabia, 250 in Bagdad
Rip 20 in Dhaka, plough 84 in France
These are people
They are alive
So who are you to deprive
Them and us to a right
Promulgated to all
Who are you to decide
Who shall rise and who shall fall
I refuse to accept
Your belief in such killing sprees
How inhuman can you be
To laugh at pleas
And mock at cries
I refuse to understand
How murder will help you
Grasp the brim of heaven
Or even bring closer to it
I rebuke you.
Three of a kind?
Don’t make that seven
Please we beg you.