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BNKS Happenings……..(2009/2010)
Welcome to Bnks!
- Mr. R. Kattel was appointed a new Mathematics teacher.
- Mr. S. B. Kunwar was appointed a new member of Nepali
Department.
- Mr. B. Sharma and Mr. T. R. Dhakal were appointed as
new English teachers.
- Miss N. Niraula joined the Department of Integrated
Science as a new teacher but is leaving for Japan soon.
- Mr. B. Panthi was appointed a new member of Physics
Department.
- Mr. M. V. Bhatt was appointed a new member of the
Department of Social Sciences.
- Mrs. P. Shrestha Basnet was appointed a new Biology
teacher.
- Mrs. G. Neuhous-Chalmer joined English Department as a
volunteer teacher from the UK.
Congratulations!
- Mr. T. Adhikari was blessed with the second baby
daughter!
- Mr. S. Thapa was blessed with the second child, a
daughter!
- Mrs. P. Lama has been blessed with her first baby, a girl!
- Mrs. M. Bhattrai was blessed with her second baby, a
boy!
- 6075 Oscar was awarded ‘Kavitaram Bal Prativa Puraskar
2066’ for his debut English novel ‘James Wilson and the
Treasure of Darkness’. He also launched 3rd part of his
series-James Wilson and Magical Light. He was honored
‘Jehendar Balak’on the occasion of National Children’s
Day 2067 by Honorable Speaker of the Parliament Mr.
Subash Chandra Nembang.
- 2079 Victor launched his first Nepali Literacy creation
‘Subhawanako Khoji’.
New Faces of BNKS
- New dayrooms for Junior Girls.
- New big lockers for students.
- New Solar Power introduced-no load shedding in study
hours!
- New underground Water Sources added.
- New FOBS and SEBS Executive Committee were reformed.
New Appointments- Congratulations!
- Mr. R. Manandhar was appointed as New Head of
Departments of Arts.
- Mr. H. Tiwari was appointed as New Head of Departments
of Integrated Science.
- Mr. G. P. Sharma - Head of Annapurna House
- Mrs. P. Lama – Head of Saipal House
- Mr. V. Adhikari was transferred to Byasrishi House as an
Assistant Head of the House
- Mr. S. Pokhrel - Assistant Head of Dhaulagiri House
- Mr. M. Acharya - Assistant Head of Makalu House
- Mr. N. P. Paneru - Assistant Head of Annapurna House
- Mrs. S. Lamsal - Assistant Head of Hiunchuli House
- Mr. G. P. Acharya - Assistant Head of Pumori House
- Mr. B. Sharma - Assistant Head of Nilgiri House
- Mr. N. Nepal – Assistant Head of Gaurishankar House
- Mr. B. Panthi – Assistant Head of Ratnachuli House
Good Luck!!!
- Mr. L. P. Baral and Mr. M. B. Koirala left the school for
good to pursue further studies in the USA.
- Mr. D. L. Joshi left the school for KSA and Mr. R. K.
Niruala for Australia for better prospects.
- Mr. C. McEntee has completed one year volunteer service
in the school. We wish him all the best!
- Mr. D. D. Dewan and Mrs. R. Prajapati were retired after
serving for more than 15 and 20 years respectively. We
wish them both well.
Congratulation!!!
- A total of 57 out of 93 students passed the SLC exams
2066 with distinction. Congratulation and well done.
- 1006 Abhishek, 1027 Jyoti and 2041 Krishna won Pestalozzi
Scholarship to study IB in Hastings College, UK.
- 1047 Divya and 1121 Dikshyant were awarded Scholarship
to study in the United World Colleges.
Winners of the Mcmillan IAS, 2010.
- The following students were Nepal topper in different
subjects and won Gold Medals.
Mathematics - 7116 Biken, 6090 Sudarshan
English – 4056 Amulaya, 3087 Sailesh, 2073 Akshunna,
1083 Prayag, 069 Ameesh
Science – 4021 Krishna, 3125 Jyohomson, 1116 Sushant,
002 Devanand
Computer Skills - 3094 Sudip
World Toppers
Mathematics - 1123 Roshil and 0119 Pratyush
Similarly, 2061 Bishad won 3 World Top Gold Medals in
English, Science and Computer Skills.
- The Annual School Play, “The Importance of Being
Earnest” and “Baulaha Kajiko Sapana” were successfully
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staged in 2009 and 2010 respectively. Congratulations to
the English and Nepali Departments and to all the students
who inacted these plays.
- Mr. R. Manandhar attended a six months long training on
CPI (Cultural Partnership Initiative) in South Korea.
- A team of 7 students-Circle DA Invincible, a SQC team of
BNKS along with Mr. G. P. Acharya participated in 12th
International Convention on Student Quality Control
Circle 2009 in CMS, Lucknow and won ‘Juran Award’.
- A team of six students and Mrs.T.Acharya participated in
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a month long Student Exchange Program ‘South Asia
Youth Summit’ in the USA organized by the Department
of State, USA.
- A Group of three students along with Mr .T. Adhikari
participated in ‘Short Cultural Exchange Program ‘ for
students held in New Delhi, India, organized by the Indian
Council for Cultural Relations (ICCR).
- 4013 Nabin and 3042 Nisha participated in the 'Sports
Exchange Program' held in Maryland and Washington DC
organized by the Department of State, USA.
- BNKS sports team won seventeen medals in sporting
events –EXSPO 2010 organized by CMS, Lucknow.
Our Heartfelt Condolences to the bereaved family of our
kitchen staff Mr. Keshav Poudyal, our Ex-teachers Mr. B. N.
Prajapati and Mr.C. R. Shakya.
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THE DARK SIDE
1036 Sumiran
Grade: A2
I am not what I seem to the world,
The sadness inside me.
And the weakness that has covered,
Never permits me.
To laugh along,
Dance with the beats of nature,
And blossom in my freedom.
Bhanjyang 2010
Never could become true to the world,
The pain deep-rooted in me,
And ‘over’ realisation,
24 Has stolen my colours,
Left me bereft of joy.
The artificial happiness,
And the showy consolation,
Is my reality.
I admit that
I’ve always been stranger to truth,
I have deprived myself
To break through,
To dream,
And to make choices
I’ve lived my life with a heavy heart,
I know its hard, and is strange,
But this is me and my reality.
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FRIENDSHIP
Friendship is like gold,
But it cannot be sold,
It is made by love of friends,
Which can never end.

Friendship is not a game,

Which you can play day by day,
Friends are the people,
Who are there in our needs.
8020 Hardik
Class: 5 Friendship is always to make,
And not to break,
It is to be treasured ,
It can never be measured.

However…… eternity, but the breaking out of the Second World

War proved them wrong. Even after the Second World
War, people cannot convince themselves of a perfect
peaceful situation. There is also a ‘however’ in this
case.
1148 Femi Man may feel at times, that his solution or any plan is a
Grade: 12 perfect one and cannot be questioned. But when in a
group, the same decision may turn out to be weak

S
ome people believe that there is only one fool
proof plan, perfect solution or correct
interpretation. But nothing is ever that simple.
For better or worse, for every so-called final answer
through different interpretations in several
circumstances. When I see a bottle in which the water
is filled up to the half of the total height, I call it a half.
However, some other may call it a half-empty bottle.

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there is another way of seeing things. There is always So, different people have different perspectives, and
a ‘However’? the interpretations are infinite.
Is there always another explanation or another point To conclude, ‘however’ has always been and shall
of view? always be a part of any plan or decision. Perfection
“Nothing is perfect” as the popular saying goes. There is an impossible task that humans strive for, certainly
is always a ‘however’ situation or uncertainty or second to make it possible.
opinion of anything. But the insatiable human mind longs However, in the path towards perfection, one can
for perfection from birth to death. There are many gain a lot, improve and develop oneself. 25
approaches to complete one single task. Even if we
choose a single way to reach a final resolution, we
may find some flaws in it or some other ways of doing
the same task effectively. So, no one can find on the
perfect solution, fool proof plan of correct
interpretation. There is always a space for innovation.
The great scientists and researchers can be taken, for
example. Considering their inventions as perfect, if the
scientists had been satisfied with themselves then,
further studies, and research and, moreover, inventions
would not have been possible. After the cloning of
animal, humans are still craving for human cloning.
Similarly, after the end of First World War, people might
have assured themselves that peace would last for
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understand…….

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Grade: 6
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He couldn’t understand my love.
It was a cold and chilly night when I got a call,
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He told me to look through the window and I could
See him standing between the row.
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I asked him why he called me.
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Then he replied that he just wanted to see me,
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I was disappointed and tried to stop him.
He didn’t wait, so I ran after him.

I caught his hand and told that I was in love with

him.
He was shocked and asked me to leave his hand,
Then he flew from there like a dove.
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Later, I came to know that he left me and went far

away,
Just because he couldn’t understand my “LOVE”….

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A PIECE OF When I just sit down with my diaries and flip through
MEMORY pages of memory, I recall all our blissful moments
we shared and those dreams we saw. I could clearly
see the truth in your eyes. You simply meant the
world to me. But unfortunately, I was never able to
make you happy or fulfill my words. Everything came
crashing down and I could clearly see you lie, but
3111 Roshin no force could ever stop you because you “owned
Grade: 10 your destiny” and where life would take you.
Then without any regret you move on, simply
forgetting what place “I” owned in your life.

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For you….. Every bit of my happiness My heart beats

Everything I ever cared about For you
I walk alone going nowhere I left them in your name My world runs
Searching for a path to be on For you, to see you smile! For you
Can’t believe myself And I live
Can’t believe I have lost it all But this serene feeling Just for you!
Just for you! Left me in pain And everything I lost
Can’t believe what I have done And it destroyed my dreams Was never a loss
Or why I have done it Coz I left my soul for you! Coz everything was for you!
All I can remember is All the lost hopes
I fought my way The moments of pain
Pushed everything away The time of hurt
Left everyone feeling abandoned Every drop of my tear
All for you Are for you!
To be with you!
Can’t blame myself
For you I fight with myself Can’t stop wanting
For you I bleed myself All these setbacks
I change my side Just don’t count
Just to be at your side. All I know is
I gave away my life All these are for you!

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Society for Open Nepal-2010/11
1037 Angela 1080 Asim
Grade: A2 Grade A2
“We believe in being the agent of change we want to
see in this world” is the motto of 'Society For Open
Nepal (SFON - Estd. 2004 A.D.)', which is an
independent organisation of the senior-most students
at Budhanilkantha School.
With the motive of reducing the digital divide that is so
prominent in our country and which has imperiled the
hopes in the hearts of our national kins of getting equal
opportunity in education of which the government
seems to take no care of, we are taking small steps
from our part to help our fellow Nepalese.
This year we have conducted three programmes in
total and the fourth one is our upcoming Mugu Project.
Polio coverage survey I
As a fund raising activity for our Tanahun project, we
volunteered to a survey the nine polio booths of
Budhanilkantha V.D.C. from 22nd May to 23rd May.
Around 25 students from A2 took part in the survey.
On the first day we interviewed the female health
volunteers and a survey of 20 houses was done on the
second day.
This helped us in our project as well as
helped the UNICEF to know about the
polio campaign in the valley. We
brought out a report from the sample
survey stating that there was a 83%
coverage inside the valley. It was
disheartening to know that people
missed the oral vaccination for reasons
like lack of information, negligence and
some because of the heat outside.
Polio coverage survey II
The survey in the second polio campaign
was conducted in a different manner.
We surveyed 30 places, 10 each from
the three districts: Kathmandu,
Bhaktapur and Lailtpur on 16th August.
We went two days after the polio campaign and
conducted the survey of the houses. Around 90
students from A2/12 and A1/11 participated in the
survey. Again, it was disheartening to know polio
booths were inaccessible to some people even inside
the valley.
This was a help to our upcoming Mugu Project.
Educational package donation
programme,Tanahun
From 25th June to 27th June, we conducted our
educational donation programme in Chowk V.D.C
of Tanahun district. A group of 19 students along
with Mr.Mohan Karki and Mr.Tulsi Adhikari went
to Chowk, Chisapani for the programme.
Our destination was an one and half hour’s walk from
Kalmati, the foot of the hill. We washed ourselves in
the cool water of Chisapani after reaching our
destination. Bedding were arranged for us inside the
class rooms.
The second night was a cultural exchange programme.
Each of us went to live with a Janajagriti student. We
were blessed to be with so many hospitable people
who cooked the best food in their houses for us and
gave us ‘naspatis’ and roasted maize while returning.
We donated three computers; around 500 books
ranging from Oxford Dictionary to books of Nepali
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literature were given to the Janajagriti School of
Tanahun. The D.S.P of Tanahun was the Chief Guest
of our programme. People of Tanahun were very
hospitable to us. We could see unity among people
there which is not visible in the people of the city.
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 Budhanilkantha School

THE NATIONAL SCHOOL “BUDHANILKANTHA SCHOOL”

Our school lies very close to Shivapuri hill. So during
the winter it is very cold. It is situated in a very fresh
environment.
Let’s talk about the teaching style of our school. The
8003 Alok
teaching style of Budhanilkantha School is different
Class: 5
from that of other schools. The teachers teach in a
different way that will enable the students understand
very easily. Budhanilkantha school runs classes from
Budhanilkantha School is the national school of Nepal. five to A-Level. To be the best in this school we need
It was established by the British government for the to be clever, disciplined, and good in sports and
children of our nation. For a few years, British people academics. So, Budhanilkantha School is indeed a
ran the school. The education, teaching style and centre of excellence. I am proud to be a student of
environment is not like other schools of our country. this school.

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ISN’T IT THE WAY OF LIFE?
4033 Pratiksha
Grade: 9
I
change slowly into my swimsuit
hoping that the time would fly
away and finally the swimming
lesson would end. My best pal
Clary changes quickly into her pink
swimsuit and goes under the
shower.
“Suze, aren’t you going to swim?
Why are you taking so long?”
“Um...” I clear my throat to utter,
“Clary, I am sorry but I think it
will take time. You can go and swim.
I will come after sometime. “
Hey! Hurry up! Do not miss this
lesson today! She says and runs
outside the bathroom. I can hear
the sound of others in the pool.
The screeching sound of the whistle
makes me stop. Oh god! I am
shaking all over. I try to control my
trepidation and calm myself. My
heart is thudding frantically against
my chest.
I go to the shower room slowly
and turn the handle. The cold
water runs over my body making
me more and more afraid. I have
to stay longer under the shower.
“Why? Is it only me who is so
scared of swimming? This is so
unfair. Even my best friend
knows how to swim, but I only
get the chills when I hear about
swimming. “
I glance at my watch and to my
great disappointment; it is just
10:10 A.M., still 50 minutes to go.
I cannot stand the cold water any
more. I remove my slippers and
get out of the changing room.
The day is gloomy with no sun, no
birds, and only grey clouds. I walk
up to the bench and sit down with
great fear of someone seeing me and
asking me to jump in.
I see Clark. She is like a fish
swimming smoothly and really very
fast. I wish I was like her. Mr. Jack,
the swimming coach is teaching
freestyle to the boys. Oh gosh!
Macoy sees me. He whispers
something into the ears of other
boys and all of them are staring at
me.
One, two, three! Macoy yells and
the pool is filled with “Suze! Suze!
Cannot get into the pool!” The
coach glances at me with his mouth
wide open. All the boys and girls
burst into laughter.
I cannot stand this and go to the
changing room hurriedly. I burst into
tears and curse God for being so
unfair. I snatch my backpack and
run to my house. I bunk all the
lessons that day and stay in my
room locking the door. I dial my
mom’s number and explain
everything.
“Suze! Don’t be so offended. If you
do not want to bear the same
humiliation again, be bold and try
to help yourself. God
cannot help you to learn to
swim.”
My heart feels light and I
resolve that I will learn to
swim myself. I change into
my school
uniform and pack my bags
as it is the last day before
the summer vacation.
I reach my home in the
evening and quickly
register my name in the
swimming training that my
uncle provides every
summer.
The swimming pool opens at 10
A.M. and closes at 4 P.M. My
father gives me a lift. Today is the
first day and I am still scared but I
soon remember that day. The pool
smells bad to me. I change into my
swimsuit.
“Should I swim? Won’t the water
take me down?” I keep asking.
But then the incident comes into
my memory and I dive into the
pool at the shallow end. I try to
concentrate on my uncle’s
guidelines and do accordingly. I
felt surprised because the water
didn’t take me down as I had
thought. I try to paddle for about
an hour. It was difficult. Yes, of
course! But I felt I can do it: I had
to do it.
“You are improving,” says my
dad as we are driving back.
“Thanks!” I reply delightedly.
It has been a month since I started
attending swimming training.
Now, I can swim about twenty-
five meters. The vacation has ended
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today and tomorrow I am returning
to my school. I am no more worried
but am really excited to see Macoy’s
face when he sees me swimming in
the pool. “Thank you God for being
unfair!” I silently whisper.
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My Home
7040 Ishani
Grade: 6
It was a year before when I left my home,
When my family went to Rome.
I went to the road but I forgot about the cold,
Sitting alone on the road with my arms fold.
The next day I woke up
And started to search for my mom,
But I forgot that I left my home,
When my family went to Rome.
I still remember that day
When my mother said, “You are not my child”.
And my broken heart then just thought
Why my mother is being so wild.
So then I thought to leave my lovely home.
And today is the day when I don’t know
Who I am? And where I am?
I only know that when my family went to Rome
I had left my home.
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gofF g]kfnsf] ;kgf The Pigeon

#)@! rGb| 7116 Biken

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g]kfnsf] Oltxf;df u9\of] o;/L What would you see in the tree?
efjLk':tfn] ;f]Rg]5 aGb's p7fpg'cl3 A pigeon which is always free,
%@ b]lv ^@ ;Ddsf] Tof] o'4sf] sxfgL . He used to deliver messages in the past,
Over the world which is so vast.

%@ df cfdfn] af]nfOg\ / elgg\ He used to help men in many ways,

afa' t]/f bfh'x? 5'l§P/ uP He wakes up early in the day,
d}n] eg], cfdf Û He is frightened when he sees elephant’s
tusks,
d 5Fb} 5' lg, s] x'G5 ltgLx? geP .
He searches for food to dusk dawn.

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bf]Aa/ t]Aa/ hfGg] eg]/ b]vfpg yfNof] . la:tf/}–la:tf/}
sIffsf ;a}hgfsf] Wofg ;l/stkm{ df]l8g yfNof] . d
sIffsf] lx/f] lyPF . k9fO, v]ns'b ;ª\uLt, ;a}df d
lgk'0f lyPF, t/ ca ;l/s d eGbf a9L lgk'0f x'g
yfNof] . ;fyLx? klxn] s]xL ;d:of kbf{ dsxfF cfpFy]
t/ hab]lv sIff gf}sf] k9fO ;'? eof] ;a}hgf ;l/ssxfF
hfg yfn] . d cfkm"nfO{ PSnf] dx;'; ug{ yfn]F . dnfO{
lsg xf] lsg ;l/sb]lv ;fx}| l/; p7\g yfNof] . p;sf]
gfd ;'Gg]lalQs} dnfO{ Hj/f] cfpFYof] . lsg xf] lsg
dnfO{ ;l/ssf] glhs kg{ dg nfUb}gYof] . lj:tf/} d
sIffdf ;a}af6 6f9f /xg yfn]F . v]ns'bdf SofK6]gsf]
kb daf6 p;nfO{ lbOof] . k9fOdf klg pm ;w}F deGbf
a9L cª\s NofpFYof] . p;nfO{ km'6an v]nfpg c?
ljBfnodf nluGYof] . d p;n] xf/f];\ eg]/ ;w}F k|fy{gf
uy]F{ t/ p;n] slxNo} xf/]g . d ;w} O{iofdf g} 8'Ag]
uy]F{ . ;fyL geP kl5 dflg; PlSnFbf] /x]5 . d klg
PlSnPF . d k9fOdf klg lau|b} uPF . ;fyL gePkl5
d}n] PsfGtnfO{ cfˆgf] ;fyL agfpFb} uPF . PsfGtn]
dnfO{ nfu' cf}ifwL;Fu ldt nufOlbof] . d ca nfu"
kbfy{nfO{ g} cfˆgf] hLjg 7fGg yfn]F .
la:tf/} nfu" cf}ifwLsf] gzf ddf ulxl/g yfNof] . ;fyLx¿
;Fu d]/f] lbgx'F emu8f kg{ yfNof] . ;fyLx¿ ;a} dnfO{
x]nf ug{ yfn], t/ ;l/s == ;l/s ;w} d]/f] glhs x'g
k|of; uYof]{ t/ d p;sf] To; Jojxf/sf] tfTko{ ga'emL
p;nfO{ x]nf ug{ cfPsf] eGb} bf]if lbg yfn]F . pm dl;t
hlt glhs x'g rfxGYof], d Tolt g} paf6 6f9f efUy]F .
æd]/f] ;d:of a'lemlbg] sf]xL 5}gÆ dnfO{ nfUYof] . d g
t 3/df g} d]/f] ;d:of kf]Vg ;Sy]F g t ljBfnodf g} .
3/df klg afaf cfdfnfO{ lrGtf nfUg yfNof] . pxfFx¿
dnfO{ ;w}F ;f]Wg' x'GYof], dnfO{ s] eO/x]sf] 5 eg]/ . t/
d dgsf] s'/f dgd} n'sfpg yfn]F .
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d ;xg g;s]/ emg\ a9L r'/f]6 lkpg], gzfdf nl¶g] ug{
yfn]F . hLjg dnfO{ kf;f] nfUg yfNof] . olQs}df sIff
gf}sf] jflif{s k/LIff cfof] . d]/f dgsf s'gf–s'gfdf
sf]lrP/ a;]sf s}of}F ;d:ofsf sf/0f d}n] k/LIff /fd|/L
lbOgF . k/LIffsf] glthf klg lgl:sof] . d]/f] k/LIffkmn
d]/f] ;f]rfOcg';f/ g} eof] . d rf/ ljifodf km]n ePF .
;l/s klg ;bf em}F k|yd ePg . pm bf];f| ] eof] . dnfO{
;l/s klxnf] ePg eg]/ v';L t nfUof] t/ klg d km]l/
xf/]F eg]/ dnfO{ ;fx|} b'Mv nfUof] . hLjgsf] kf;f]df d
km]l/ cl8\sPF eg]/ d dgdg} lanf}gf ug{ yfn]F .
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dnfO{ s;/L–s;/L o; kf;f]nfO{ ;bfsf nflu sfl6lbpmF
eGg] cfof] . d la:tf/} cFWof/f] cg'xf/ lnP/ ljBfno
k5fl8sf] hª\unlt/ nfu]F . ha dnfO{ d 6f9f k'uF]
eGg] nfUof] d 6Ss cl8PF / ?g–s/fpg yfn]F . eujfg\nfO{
lwSsfg{ yfn]F . d]/f] nflu hLjg lg/y{s ;flat eof] .
x]nfFsf] aLrdf lhpg'eGbf To; hLjgsf] cGTo ug'd { f g} 35
d}n] ;'v b]vF] . d]/f] nflu hLjg pGo" eof] . km"nljgfsf]
hLjg /ª\uxLg dfq cGwsf/ . d}n] hfg] af6f] st}
kfOgF . rf/}lt/ d}n] sfnf] b]Vg yfn]F . olt g} a]nf
;l/s ToxLF cfOk'Uof] . dnfO{ ;DxfNof], cÍdfn u/L
dnfO{ ;Rrf ldqsf] cfefif u/fof] .
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5fF} / b'a} Ps cfk;df ldn]/ n]vk9 u5f}F{ ;fy} b'a}
pTs[i6 >]0fLdf ;kmn x'bF } cfPsf 5f}F . cfh d cfkm"nfO{
jgsf] af3n] gvfO{sg dgsf] af3n] vfPsf]df k5'tf]
dfGb}5' . d}n] h:tf] uNtL s;}n] gu¿g\ clg ;l/s
h:tf] ;fyL ;a}n] kfpmg\ egL O{Zj/;Fu k|fy{gf ul//x]5' .

MEMOIRS OF A CHERISHED SOUL
This might be the last time I am writing for this
magazine.
I look around to where I’m sitting right now, perhaps
for the last time. I know now that I’ll not have time to
wait and watch the things I can see right now: the walls
providing only a few evidence that they were once
yellow, or a lizard chase a fly on the ceiling. I wish I
could hear the music that starts as soon as someone
makes the door swing. These are all the small things I
will not have time for.
Whenever I enter the school premises, I can feel the
distinct change in the aura. Instead of the thick, dark
smoke; something aromatic, something sweet enters
my nose. Perhaps it is the scent of friendship among
the students: the bond that is so prominent to even an
untrained eye; or it may be the fragrance of the swelter
that leaks through them when they toil .I can never
figure out.
For me it was supposed to be a normal school-where
one goes to classes, learns whatever the teacher
explains, and returns to complete the assignments. I
never realised I could learn more than just from books,
and lessons. It’s lessons about life that I’ve learnt,
lessons on love that transcends beyond just the blood
relationship; that wishing someone a “Happy Birthday”
at midnight makes her happy; that hugging someone
homesick makes new friends: it’s making them realise
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that there is someone who cares, that helping juniors
with difficult problems in mathematics to make them
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s]xL u5'{ d b]zsfnfO{,
s]xL u5'{ d g]kfnL hgtfnfO{,
s]xL l;sfpF5' d c1fgLnfO{,
;3fpF5' d ef]sf / gfËfnfO{ .
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Pslbg rGb| r'dL b]vfpF5' ;a}nfO{ .
Budhanilkantha School
1026 Sneha
Class: A2
believe that they can: it’s a way to create a winner;
that watching a flower waltz is not a waste of time,
that singing at the top of your voice along with friends
doesn’t make your group wailing witches, that we are
not paying attention in class doesn’t mean we are
chatting, that nothing can be better than walking around
the school as if you have plenty of time. That it hurts to
say goodbye.
Sometimes, things don’t go along quite well. Friends
hurt and fight, and never speak; but can’t resist. Once
again, they unite only to strengthen the bonds even
more. We do not get what we expect in exams, but
then we only get encouraged to work even harder each
time. We run 400 metres and collapse like jellies, only
to see a buzzing group around us like we were a fragile
princess that ought to know no pain. It is baffling.
As for the teachers, well, someone has said ‘they are
the candles that burn themselves to give light to others.’
Truely said. I’d only like to add something; that they
never extinguish; unlike candles.
All these years, I’ve gathered memories; like a squirrel
collecting nuts. Only the God knows why I’m envying
those who have spent more time here than me.
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b]zs} nflu nl8/xg]5' ta;Dd .
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{ 'd.
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School Counsellor at BNKS
Budhanilkantha School is a
fully residential school. Students
here are from various parts of the
country with different family
backgrounds regardless of caste
and creed. In such a diverse
community educating the children
and caring for them is a challenging
job. The school is giving its best to
provide all kinds of help to the
students in order to have a healthy
environment for their growth and
academic pursuit.
All the parents want to raise
their children with love and
understanding and they will do
everything possible for their
physical, psychological and
educational growth. Here in the
school all teachers and staff like to
be called “The Best…” whom the
students respect and admire and
remember even after their school life
at Budhanilkantha. Therefore, all the
staff of the school are committed
to doing their best to make them
happy.
It is true that these days
raising children with love, care and
understanding is a big challenge,
because now the environment in
which children are growing up is
quite different from the environment
in which their parents and teachers
grew up. Rapid development of
information technology and its
misuse by many children is very
worrying. Today’s students are
different, and parents and teachers
look for a peaceful and meaningful
relationship between them. For this
teachers and parents need to
understand the behavioural pattern
of children in every aspect of life at
various stages of growth and
development. In the process of
growth and development children
face difficulties. Such difficulties
become a problem for them, and
of course, sometimes a big problem
when they enter one stage after
another. Sometimes having no
problem also becomes a problem.
Ignorance of the changes taking
place physically, intellectually,
emotionally, socially, sexually,
morally and spiritually can lead the
youngster into confusion, doubts
and maladjustments. Students like
to find solutions to their problems.
At home they get help from their
family members. At school, the
students get such care from the
Head and Assistant Head of House,
other pastoral members, teachers,
Vice-Principals and the Principal.
At school, in the crowd of many
familiar and unfamiliar faces they
seek a person like their parents with
whom they can share their thoughts
and problems privately. Taking this
as a genuine need of the students,5
the school has appointed a
Counsellor post.
The Counsellor’s job is to
listen to students' problems
carefully, seriously, and analyse and
help them minimise or cope with the
problem of any kind. The
Counsellor plays an advisory role
and gives student suggestions and
finds out solutions from them. For
a residential school a Counsellor will
help students cope with their life in
a hostel in various ways. The
Counsellor’s aim is to help students
cope with the study matter so that
they can learn as much as possible.
The only thing is that student needs
to be sincere enough to tell his/her
problem. If the sense of truth is
absent in their description then it will
be difficult to find a solution and the
time spent for counselling becomes
meaningless. This does not mean
that the School Counsellor will have
a magic wand and the problem will
go away instantly. But it does mean
he or she will help the student cope
with the problem. ‘Coping’ is an
important word to know.
Sometimes children and even
grown-ups face difficulties. Coping
means that someone is trying to
handle these problems and make
things better.
The Counsellor’s main aim
is to help the students with the
challenges which they have to face
in day to day activities, and make
himself available to the students in
order to make their residential life
easier, happier, healthier and try to
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develop positive thinking in their
minds.
The Counsellor also wants
to help them learn as much as they
can in class, developing a good
attitude, habit, to be a contributing
member of the school community
and develop positive thinking. It is 37
important to know that if a student
meets the School Counsellor, his
conversation will be confidential.
The Counsellor is not going to go
babbling their personal matters
around the school. However, there
are some cases when a counsellor
cannot be confidential if the
counsellor thinks that someone is at
risk of being harmed. But even then,
the counsellor will share such
confidential matters with the people
who need to know in private. Thus
the School Counsel,or can play an

important role in the social,
psychological and academic life of
students.
When the student thinks, “I
am in trouble” he or she can make
an appointment with the counsellor,
and it could be done during the day
even when classes are going on, or
anywhere he or she feels
comfortable. Then he can decide
when and where he or she can meet
him. It could make a student feel
embarrassed if seen talking with the
Counsellor by anyone. He or she
could say that he or she wanted to
ask something and leave it at that
point. If he or she gets irritated they
could also say that visiting the
counsellor does not mean that
someone is in trouble.
If any student is worried
about what to say or tell the
counsellor, he or she can help them.
Generally, the School Counsellor
does not want any student to miss
any class; the best solution is to see
him after school. In addition to
helping students with their problems
the Counsellor will help them to
learn study skills, diversity, respect
for others and danger of substance
abuse.
Budhanilkantha School
You should not keep
problems within you especially, if
they are serious. It slowly creates
negative feelings inside your mind.
If any unpleasant thoughts keep
recurring in your mind, sometimes,
in the long run the consequences
will be very harmful. It needs to be
cleared or solved quickly. For this
your counsellor is always there to
help you. Therefore, please be
open and come to have a chat with
your counsellor and be free and live
happy a life here at BNKS.
Mr. M. Sharma
School Counsellor

I SAVED
the outside, “You old fellow, give us your money.” We
HER OR DID were shocked. We looked at each other. We heard
MY DUTY some footsteps on the road then. Somebody was
running and about two other people were following
the first one. We could see an old woman trying to
6034 Aakanshya run very hard. The people following seemed like
Grade: 7 robbers.
“We must save her,” I said and ran downstairs and
outside my home and began to run after the robbers.
It was a dark night. A very dark one, not even a single Where was my mother? She is a police officer: she
star was twinkling. Suddenly, it started to rain. Thunders must be here.
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and lightning lit up the night. Cold wind blew outside. I
was standing before the window and liking at the angry
sky. It started to rain very heavily. It was about six in
the evening. Previously, the street used to be busy at
this hour. But today, no cars, no motorcycles were on
the street: only few people were there and they were
hurrying to their homes for a shelter. I gazed at the
38 silent streets, the empty road and watched the rain
pouring. Everything seemed so dull. I longed for
something interesting to happen. I had no works to do
that night. I was having such strange feelings that I never
had before.
“Drippy, it’s supper time. Hurry up!” my mother
shouted from the kitchen. I hurried downstairs to have
my supper with my mother. After supper, I took my
mother with me to my room and we both stayed gazing
outside of the window.
“Isn’t it so strange, Mom?” I asked.
“Yes, it is. It had never rained so heavily before,” she
replied.
Slowly, as we watched the rainfall, the rain seemed to
subside. Suddenly, we heard someone shouting from
After a while, I heard footsteps behind me. I looked
back to see my mother running after me. Soon, she
caught up with me and even with the robbers. She
caught them both by their clothes. I ran over to the old
woman. She was panting all over after the chase. After
a while, police arrived on the spot and arrested the
robbers. It turned out that while I rushed out of the
home to chase the robbers, my mother had called her
friends and asked them to come.
The old woman kindly touched my hair and said, “thank
you!” My mother and I then took her to her home. It
was a small house. She invited us to come inside. “Little
girl, you have done the duty of a son. I wish my son
was over here now. You know, he passed away before
I did. How unfortunate I am!” I replied nothing.
I felt so happy at that moment. I felt so proud that I
had saved someone’s life that day. Or was it just my
“duty”?
We heard some footsteps on the road then.
Somebody was running and about two other people
were following the first one.
(Second in original story writing competition)
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A glimpse of Kathmandu………
T
he most visible rooster
coops in the city of temples,
Kathmandu, are the
microbuses. There are rare
incidents of just the right number of
people being inside.
On my wait one day, I found an
almost empty microbus. The tiny
blue ones which you can see moving
around the city like ants. There
were only two people inside: a
poverty stricken Muslim couple.
What they wore was rug. The
Muslim lady had a dirty black shawl
on her head. Her shoes were torn
and her sweater had a big hole on
the front. I climbed inside and sat
on the opposite corner not wanting
to be anywhere near them, but my
eyes were drawn to them. The man
had one limped hand and his fingers
were dangerous looking. His thumb
on that hand was bigger than his
other fingers. He was as thin a stick
as a stick and it made me wonder
how the lady had managed to retain
her weight. They were sharing a
cone of peanuts. The man was
having trouble with the peanuts. He
had to break the cover with his
teeth and nuts were falling on the
floor from his grip but he couldn’t
spare to waste them. He picked up
each one and ate them.This was the
first piece of Kathmandu I saw.
Then came a man wearing a
“Versace” labelled T-shirt, the one
you would get on the streets for 200
Nrs, probably in his early twenties.
He sat beside me. He had put on a
white pullover over the T-shirt and
his hair needed cutting. He had a
white converse on his feet. Then his
phone started ringing. “No,I’m not
in Illam. I’ve come to Kathmandu
to study,” he said on the phone and
he added “It’s expensive so I work
too.”
1037 Angela
Grade: A2
A third man climbed in then. He was
an old man in his late sixties. He was
probably here in the city because
of his children. He had a “Dhaka
topi” on his head and was wearing
cotton pants. A big north-face
jacket made his not-thin frame look
bulky. He gripped the handle on the
top of the micro-bus even if he was
sitting. It was obvious he was going
to meet someone and his
intermittent glances to his watch
made me think he was running late.
There was very little probability of
him doing any kind of work here in
this city. He was one that was
dependent on 15 lakhs of the
working population of Kathmandu,
the third minor segment of
Kathmandu.
Two people who were added were
students. They both wore fine
clothes and shoes. Their faces
shone and showed little sign of
struggle. They were discussing
about their exam papers and talking
about people. Laughing at times and
being sympathetic at other times.
They both wore white-washed
jeans and had put on nice shoes.
Both were fit. One was of average
height and the other tall for an
average Nepali.
The sixth man was probably a
labourer who was off to a central
part of the city in search of work.
He had a rubber slippers on his and
his feet and his trousers were rather
short for him. Some thoughts were
troubling him because he looked
tired. Maybe he was tired of this
endless struggle, but giving up was
not a choice for him as he had his
family to feed. It looked like he only
had a track-suit top to fight the chil
of winter of Kathmandu. He had a
thin moustache which made him
look like Chinese although he was
not Mongol like the person sitting
beside him. The turbulent eyes of
the Mongol made me think that he
had recently come to Kathmandu.
It is most likely that he had come
here to work. His eyes were
innocent, unknown to this dragon
city which had engulfed thousands
and thousands of dreams.
When the microbus was almost
about to move, a lady in her forties,
wearing a “kurtha” entered. She
had probably rushed from home
after finishing her household chore.
She didn't look like a working
woman so probably she was up for
some shopping for her home. Love
shone from her eyes and there was
determination in them. There was
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no sign of suppression but plenty
of sacrifice.
There was a conductor-a child aged
12 but still working. To cut it short,
he was a “child labourer” for
survival. He was to make sure that
nobody left without paying and he
was yelling at top of his voice, the 39
places that one could reach on the
microbus. He was very dirty
looking. His nails were long and hair
too messy as if not combed for
ages. Dirt gripped his neck and why
not?... water to wash away that dirt
required money.
For me, I am a high school student
with few things to care about. I was
the freest of them all. Each of us on
the bus different in our one ways,
and yet we all had something in
common; poverty, struggle, and
dreadful dream.

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NATURE

7074 Kuber
Class: 6

The most beautiful thing in the world is nature,

Which is full of greenery and different creatures,
It brings refreshment and joy to our lives,
With many different reasons to smile.

It is an element essential for our living,

Which helps to control global warming,
It is full of different beauties,
But we have to do different duties.

It is we who have to preserve it,

It is we who have to protect it ,
So please preserve the nature
If you want to have a better future.

But now I want to live a new life. Not with regrets

NEW HOPE or with pain, just a simple life with all my dear
ones and who will always be there for me. It will
be a great challenge for me to forget those long
years of sadness and pain I have spent.
3117 Dikshya I know with new hopes entering into my life, I

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the book and making different thoughts would make me feel loved, cared and wanted.
pass through my mind. But I am still standing
here with no desire, no feeling and completely
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and no one to say, “I care”. I felt depressed.
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progress, my attitude and everything with which
me and my life is related. I’ve always thought I
am a loser, a fool and that I can’t make anything
better for myself, for my loved ones. It always
felt bitter. I still remember their useless
sympathy and the raggings I have faced. I try to
smile but there’s no one, absolutely nobody for
me. I feel I have gone far from the paths of
happiness.

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GOOD FRIENDS
8110 Prashant
Class: 5
Being a good friend is not a simple thing,
To be a good friend, we should know something.
Every friend should have some quality,
Helping others should be their priority.
There is a proverb related to friendship,
“A friend in need is a friend indeed”.
Everybody has friends,
With whom he plays,
But one they claim as the best.
Friends have to be like candles,
Burning themselves and helping others.
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ESCAPING THROUGH THE MUDDY TRAIL

marched from outskirts of NINETEEN HOURS LATER
Austria, we were seventyfive. “Aargh!” cried second lieutenant
Now, we are fortyone. Our Harnsey as he felt a bullet pierced
5085 Saket journey is almost complete but his chest.
Grade: 8 our mission is not. Our Corporal Dwayne Warnton
destination is twenty miles away shouted frantically, “Man down,
and tomorrow, we are going to man down. Harnsey is hit. Harnsey
march into the enemy’s lines and is hit.”
DATE: 27th September, 1944
conquer the perimeter. Our As soon as Commander Dykes
TIME: 1800 hours
connection to headquarters was heard the sound crackle over the
LOCATION: Somewhere near
severed yesterday. But we are phone, he knew it was over. His
the border of France
positive that behind enemy lines battalion was destroyed. Only he,
The troops dragged their heavy legs
there are some radiophones. We Dwayne and three other soldiers
through the muddy trail. It had been
estimate the enemy to have were left standing. The others had
twenty-six days since the battalion
eighty troops, including twenty been killed by the Germans. The
had started marching. The first two
snipers and probably two or resistant had proved to be too
weeks of the march had been
three loaded panzers. This could strong. Instead of eighty troops, they
uneventful, but then everything had
be my last entry in the journal. had a full hundred and fifty soldiers,
changed. Near the small village of
Over and out. all equipped. Dykes' men had
Boaneing, the leeches of Hitler’s
After finishing the journal, the attacked three hours ago.
Third Reich had attacked. The
commander turned to his soldiers Dykes knew that they had to
force had not been that strong, but
and noticed how tired they were. retreat. He shouted over the phone,
strong enough to wipe out half the
So he ordered them to set camp “Mission failed. Mission failed.
men of this battalion.
there. Next day was going to be a Abort mission. Those standing
“All the Hitlers and Mussolinis
big day. Dykes went around and abort mission. Retreat!. I repeat.
should be burnt at the stake,”
told everyone to get some sleep. Abort mission. “ Bam! Dykes did
exclaimed Dwayne Warnton.
He called three soldiers to his tent. not know what hit him.
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“Shut up, soldier,” was the sharp

In less than a minute, Corporal Dwayne heard the gunshot from the
reply from Joshua Dykes, the
Warnton, Lieutenant Jean-Pierre phone and knew Dykes was dead.
commander of the battalion. Dykes
Sanchose and second lieutenant He had to escape. It was then that
again started “I have had enough
Matte Harnsey were there to meet a genius idea struck his mind. If only
of babbling from you Warnton. This
the Commander. For more than he could lure the enemy to the mines
is a war not a playground. The loss
three hours they discussed the storage room. He could blow the
of thirty-four soldiers is enough to
tactics for the next day. room with a grenade, the only one
give me a headache. Now don’t
44 start whining. You understand,
Corporal?”
“Yes, sir!” was the instant reply from
Warnton.
From the rear of the battalion, a man
came to Joshua Dykes and said,
“Commander, it is 1800 hours. It’s
time for your daily journal.”
“Thanks for the reminder.”
Commander Dykes began his entry
in the journal:
For twenty six days we have
marched and now our position is
in north France. The day we
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he had. The room was full of
explosives. There were about
sixtyfive German soldiers; about
fifteen were in this area. If he could
trap and blow those fifteen, he had
the hope of getting away. Dwayne
checked his ammunition. There
were twentyeight rounds of bullets
left. They would serve its purpose.
Dwayne went on a rampage. He
took the gun and fired it widely
towards the Germans. He was sure
he got four, eleven remaining. The
eleven were firing at him and
following him. So far so good. The
storage building was up ahead. He
ran into it and went straight towards
the other opening at the rear of the
building. The Germans were
puzzled as to where he went. They
began to search the entire building.
Dwayne knew this was his chance.
He pulled the grenade’s key and
threw it towards the building. Five...
Four... Three... Two... One...
BOOM!!
The tremor shook the earth. The
mixture of the grenade and
explosives was extremely powerful.
Dwayne knew the other Germans
would be here in minutes. So he ran.
And ran. And ran. He reached the
place where they had decamped.
He had escaped!
‘Twee-tweech,’ came the sound
from the camp. To Dwayne’s
amazement, the radio had started
working! Dwayne went and
radioed for help.
By three days, Dwayne Warnton
was in England, receiving the
Victoria Cross from the Queen.
SIXTY-FIVE YEARS LATER
Old and fragile Dwayne tells his
great grand-children how their
Grandpa had killed eleven German
soldiers with one blow and how he
had escaped the battlefield.
He pulled the grenade’s key and
hauled it towards the building.
Five… Four… Three… Two…
One… BOOM!!
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WOODS
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Helpless and hopeless, I’m in a creepy wood,

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The most memorable day of my Life
5116 Sumeru
Grade: 8
I think it was about 12 o’clock. I almost forgot that
it was my birthday. Suddenly with a loud noise, the
door banged. With a great fright I woke up. Because
of the fright, I felt slightly unconscious and I wanted
to drink some water. I searched for my water bottle
which was empty. I was so afraid that I couldn’t
sleep too. Just when I was about to switch on the
television, the electricity was cut off. Then I could
not bear anything else. With a torch in my hand, I
went down to the kitchen to drink some water. At
the time, I was not afraid. The dogs were barking
and I heard somebody shouting from the
neighbourhood “ Thief ! Thief”. I rushed towards
the window pane of my kitchen and opened the
curtain and looked around. There was no one except
the street dogs barking at the poor old cat. Then I
filled my water bottle and headed towards my room.
Then the torch which I had in my left hand went out.
With the help of my fingertips I found my way out
and reached my room. After an hour, there was light.
I looked at the watch and it was half past twelve.
Then I decided to wake my parents up. I went in
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front of their room and knocked at the door. I waited
for about five minutes but nobody replied. I searched
for them everywhere but .... With a frowning face, I
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returned to my room and stepped on something. It was
a letter for me. It said, “Come to the room where only
visitors visit.”At that time I was a child. My memory
power was not so strong. I could not figure out which
was the visitors room. I thought for a while. It may be
the living room. I was heading towards the living room
and from the corner of my eye, I saw a shadow moving.
I rushed inside the living room and locked the door from
inside. Then I switched on the lights and everybody
jumped from every corner of the house screamed
“Happy Birthday”. I was overjoyed to look at my
parents, brothers, sisters and my relatives standing in
front of me with cards and gifts in their hands and wishing
me a warm happy birthday. They had arranged a grand
birthday party for me in the house but I could not figure
it out. A huge cake was kept on the table and on it was
written “Happy ninth birthday”. I thought I was dreaming
and asked my sister to pinch me. But I was not dreaming.
My sister placed nine candles on the cake and lit them
with a matchstick. My mother asked me to blow the
candles out and cut the cake and I did that. After that I
opened the gifts that I had got from everyone. Whatever
I had dreamed of, I got. And indeed it was the best and
most memorable day of my life.
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7028 Charu I love you papa
Grade: 6 At the hospital, the doctor said that Cheryl
couldn’t recover her broken hand. When back from
hospital Mr. Smith took his daughter inside her
7054 Sarita room and then went to his garage to look after his
Grade: 6 car. Then he noticed something, something that startled
him. He carefully looked at the scratches on his car
and noticed that it was not the scratches but the lovely
Cheryl, a tall girl, with fair complexion and long words written “ I LOVE YOU PAPA”. Then and there
hair, unfortunately, was the daughter of Mr. Smith. he sat down and wept.
Along with the memory of fighting among her friends,
she was a cute, lovely and brilliant child. And she had
everything given by God except she was “deaf” and
she was disliked by her own father. She loved her father
very much but she always wanted to know why her
father was not pleased to see her.
Once Mr. Smith was invited to a party. Being a
businessman, he wanted to prove himself as a brilliant
one, he dressed up smartly and cleaned his car again
and again though it was already shining. After getting
neatly dressed, he rushed out of the room. He just had
a glimpse of his car realizing its strange look. He found
his daughter smiling in front of his car, he followed his
daughter. As he got nearer he saw some scratches on
his car. He couldn’t control his temper. So, he hit his
daughter until she was bleeding. Then he took the
injured child to hospital.

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Such Friends

7025 Kranti
Grade: 6

Three friends who used to live

For each other,
Who used to walk together,
And never bother.
They used to share their feelings,
No matter what others said.
They were happy and made
Others happy, each and every day.
Three of them used to love each other,
So much….
That, in life, nobody saw friends,
Like such.
They were so cute and used to have
such fun,
And used to say that they would touch
The sun.
But today, they are far away
Like sky and land.
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They never wanted to listen

Nor to touch each other’s hand,
They behaved like enemies
Since last May
Of some reason,
Misunderstandings they had that day!
They never talked, walked and
48 Had times together with each other.
They sat and cried
In the lap of their mother
Maybe they had a big quarrel
Or a big fight
Really they departed and never
Had each other’s sight.
Tomorrow they may be together,
Like in old days.
Rarely can we see them laughing
And talking in the hay?
It’s a hurry to see,
What will happen tomorrow.
Will they start laughing
And start sharing their sorrows?
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Love or Madness?
Tears rolled down her cheeks, as
she started narrating her story to
me. He might not understand her
feelings, but this article is only and
only for him……..
She remembers everything! Those
memories are just memories but
they are the sweetest memories of
her life. She remembers his face,
smile and her consciousness loses
its control. Time starts to travel and
she feels deeply lost in the past as if
the time machine is already
invented, but she doesn’t need a
time machine as the flashback of
those memories always strikes her
head.
He was everything to her. He was
her reason to live and smile. His
pain was hers, and his joy was her
joy. Her heartbeat used to stop
even by thinking of him not
belonging to her. The days started
passing slowly and her love
towards him increased day by
day, as she started thinking more
about him. How can a person live
without his/her soul? He had not
only taken her soul but also her
dreams and overall her life. People
say feelings do not lie unexpressed
for long periods of time. Her feelings
also could not be hidden from her
friend. It was too much, she could
not live without him, but he played
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his reply to her proposal. She
remembers those three sleepless
nights. She remembers him saying
“Yes!” for 3 days, and she also
remembers his answer after those
three days. He faked her by playing
with her feelings. He did not only
break her heart but also took away
her life with him. She is still alive
but she has turned into a soulless
person.
He did not only leave her but also
left the school. He might have
expected her to beg him to love her
or beg his parents so that he would
not leave the school. Well, if he
wanted this then she was not that
kind of girl. It has been three years
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Grade: 9
since that incident. She waited all
the time but he simply didn’t return.
But now she is not the same girl as
before. She has changed a lot with
the changing time. She misses him
a lot. She will never get over that
pain, but still she has at least learned
to forget the time spent with him.
She cries as she narrates these
words because the pain still remains
but still wants him to know that she
has learned to move on.
So do you call this love or
madness?
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HORLICKS WIZ KIDZ 2010

Horlicks Wiz Kids.
However, we didn’t have
enough practice.
More than 1000
students from 45 schools
had participated in the
contest that celebrated
the overall personality of
the future generation by
evaluating their ability to
4033 Pratiksha
Class: 9
My happiness knew no
bounds when I was declared TSS
kid of the year 2010. 5085 Saket
and 6040 Dikshita made it to the
finals of Horlicks Wiz Kids.
Horlicks Wiz Kids organized

A
number of students along
with Mr. M Acharya, Mr.
D. P. Chapagain and Mrs.
C. Rana participated in the
Horlicks Wiz Kids 2010 organized
by Horlicks on 24th September at
Army Officers Club, Sundhara. We
had an early breakfast at around 7
am and in no time we headed
towards the venue. After a journey
of about one hour, we reached our
destination. It was the second time
Budhanilkantha School took part in
communicate, think, be creative
and handle stress with academics.
We took part in various activities
like singing, English Story writing,
painting, folk dance and elocution.
Despite a few live practice
and insufficient information, we
were able to bag some prizes. 6025
Srijana secured the first position in
painting (i.e. junior level). I got first
position in the English story writing
and third in painting at upper senior
level.
by Crayon is South Asia’s largest
interschool fiesta, which promotes
literary art, talent and cultural events
among the students from Classes I
to X. It is an opportunity for Nepali
students to showcase their talents.
We all had a great time
together. More than the
competition, it was a platform for
us to interact with the students of
the valley and know how good
they are. We got an opportunity
to explore our talents and develop
them.

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STUDENT LIFE
facility, but it’s his choice to be good utilize this life and lead your path in
and lead his future rather than being a bright way to guarantee that your
7084 Prashant just a bad person. His life will be very comfortable.
Class: 6 procrastination can lead him to a
wrong path.
A student's life is very important.
Student life is the most important The student gets knowledge and
phase of our life. It is also known other life skills to be diligent. He or
as the golden period. For a she learns certain qualities like
student, it is like a life of the seed. obedience, morality, punctuality,
A seed gets food, water, air, etc. regularity and other good manners.
but it’s his choice to grow on the He also learns about his culture and
same day and take risk rather than traditions and recalls them. So this
procrastinate. Similarly, a student life to a student is like a jewel. So, I
gets everything and gets every would like to request everybody to

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The Monday Assembly
1041 Kripa
Grade: A2
Every Monday there is a gathering.
Juniors arrive at the foyer walking
in a two by two line seniors
arbitrarily, walking deep in their own
thoughts with pace enough to bring
them to the hall before the
commencement of the assembly.
As soon as the prefects ask the
students to enter, they swarm into
the hall humming and buzzing.
Students rush into the hall stepping
on big, brown and benevolent tiles
which never refuse anyone from
stepping on them-though it be a
thousand’s population.
Juniors line up in the front and
seniors - mostly at the back. Houses
attempt to make perfect periodic
lines to impress the prefects and to
win the prestigious “House of the
month award”.
Tiny juniors in neat lines look like a
troop of soldiers in identical dress
code, just about to march.
Occasionally, when someone moves,
the smell of perfume spreads on the
edge. Simultaneously, when this
happens for a large number of
people at once, the fragrances mix
and nauseous smell captures the
noses of many. Headache often
follows.
Assembly hall is no less than a
palace’s hall with its majestic white
walls. Scarlet curtains arch the
window and they serve as a perfect
frame for the beauty outside; but the
crowd that has to get inside the hall
during Monday's make the hall lose
its royal feel with all the noise,
humidity and clutter it creates.
A sudden silence is created when
the principal steps in. The voices of
friends meeting after a long night are
gone at once. He walks in standing
tall and straight with a black folder
in his hand. In the suddenly created
silence of the hall, the tapping of
principal’s shoe are loud and clear.
The dignified voice of the principal
behind the podium never fails to
catch everybody’s attention. The
voice has everything-kindness,
rigidity, flexibility;-all of them.
Beside the principal, on a table, are
the neatly arranged shiny trophies,
to be awarded to the winners. A loud
clap follows every time someone
gets rewarded. If it’s the House of
the Month award, then it is
‘shhhhh…’ sound before the award
of the trophy.
The assembly hall has an aura of
fun. Any sort of farewell parties to
the leaving batch, or short
refreshments after hefty club works
and cultural programmes happen
there, followed by a lot of dancing.
That’s something which almost all
students enjoy. A bite of a sandwich,
a gulp of tea and some dance steps
in the assembly hall: what’s better
than that??

MOTHER EARTH
Our nature is diminishing, let’s do something,
IS CRYING And enjoy it as our ancestors did in the past,

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Our future generations may not be able to see it,
Because it may not last long.
7088 Sakcham
Mother earth is crying,
Class: 6
Because she is dying
If she cries, we may die
So let’s help our mother earth.
I no longer hear the rustling of leaves,
Only the rumble of vehicles and machine, 65
I long to smell the sweet, fresh morning air,
But all around is polluted air contaminated by
mankind’s inventions.

Trees and shrubs have been replaced by building,

The vast grassland by concrete roadways,
The melodious singing of birds,
All clouded over by sulphurous fumes.

A child looks up and asks the mother

“What is the colour of sky?
My books says it’s blue”,
She replies” Yes, my son.”

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A ship was sailing on a sea,
it was in a slow motion.
One day the ship sank
taking with it a beautiful tank.
Oh! my friendship was like
the ship that sank,
Then my friendship broken
Like that beautiful tank.
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Now what can I do
Grade: 6
to put it together again?
What can I do to
get my friendship back again?
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MY DAILY DEEDS AT SCHOOL

eGHofª @)^&
When my alarm rings at six o’ clock,
I wake up and stand even though my legs feel
7024 Komal tired,
Grade: 6 I put on the green bed sheet and make my bed,
Oh my god! My cap is not on my head.

Then I go to brush my teeth, to make them shine, 67

Because I have to wait for the breakfast line,
After breakfast I take out my book,
Where is my pen? I need to have a look.

In the middle of my classes, I hear the buzzes of

bees,
It is my friend, yes, it is he!
Finally, my classes are over, friends let’s play!
“Bring the ball!” they say.

After supper, I go to solve the sums,

Then bringing joy, the milk comes,
I then go to bed,
When the night goes dead.

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I am wandering through woods,
THE TRUTH Running along the roads,
Going from door to door,
In search of the truth.

I am searching for enlightenment,

And the ultimate truth,
For all the things we do.

Why does the world exist?

Why do we live or die?
What is our life?
5128 Sushant And what is its value?
Class: 8
I am trying my best,
To search and find,
The ultimate truth,
Of this supreme world.

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ALONE pSnf}F ;u/dfyf

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Class: 5 #!@# k|zfGt
sIffM !)
When I was alone in this town,
I just had some clothes and my hair brown,
I would just walk on the street, sfnf] afbn lr/]/
Even though I had pain in my feet. kxf8] r§fg kmf]//] ,
I walked here and there on a sunny day, b]zsf] d'xf/ km]gn
{ fO{
“I’m so tired” what more could I say, pSnf}F ;u/dfyf .
I just sat on the path,
Oh! How much I wanted a bath!
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pSnf}F ;u/dfyf .

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I would go anywhere,
Why would I be scared ?
Everybody would tease me,
I could just only see,
I am looking for work,
When I will again use spoon and fork,
I just need some money to phone,
It’s so boring to be alone.

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REVENGE WITH PATRIOTISM
“Today also more than a thousand
Tibetans were killed at the border
of Tibet-China. Over five
thousand Chinese troops entered
Tibet through the Eastern side. I
guess it’s the end of Tibet today.”
This phrase went on and on in my
head over and over again. Each
time on the radio I hear these words
which make me feel like kicking the
radio into outer space.
Twenty years ago I can see myself
in a strange world of beauty. I used
to feel that I was in a lost paradise
city. Beautiful and scenic
landscapes could be seen from
where I stood: I could see the clear
blue sky upwards and my lovely
village downwards, clean and
peaceful. The hawks and eagles
flew round and round above my
village. The environment was
pleasant; cool breeze was hitting my
face.
Suddenly from behind somebody
pulled at my leg and I fell flat on
the ground. Two strong hands
grabbed my leg, another two tied
my hands. They were tied hard and
I screamed loudly, so loudly that the
whole village woke up. I was
dragged slowly towards my village.
By the time I had reached it, almost
half the population lay on the floor
just in front of their houses. I was
taken to my home and there were
my parents tied to two poles.
I looked around for a while to see
who had been doing this. All I could
see were armies in green uniform
holding guns in their hands. I could
understand none of this then. I was
pushed in front of my mother and
was given a pistol. I didn’t know
how to use it, so I moved my head
saying "No". A stocky soldier came
forward, took my hands in his,
pointed the gun at my mother and
fired. She was dead. I killed my
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Class: 10
own mother, I couldn’t believe it. A
heavy hand hit me on my head and
I groaned in pain. Before I had time
to recover, the same man came to
me, lifted my hand and pointed it
towards my father.
“Shoot now!” he ordered.
“No, I can’t.” I said.
One more slap on my cheek and
I was given a final warning.
“Shoot! If not I’ll shoot you. “
The pain was too much for an 8
year old boy. So I pointed the gun
at my father and said, “It hurts! I
am sorry father!”
“No need to be sorry, son. I am
already 60-years-old and my time
has come! Remember this
moment! Revenge and…….”. He
stopped speaking and breathing
after I fired the gun.
“Good boy!” the soldier remarked,
“good for you.”
The same morning I killed two of
my brothers, two sisters and my
grandmother. God knew this. I
knew it. I was not happy.
I was taken into their army camp at
noon. The radio was turned on and
that’s when I had heard the terrible
news. “Today also, more….!”
Now I’m 28-years-old, living in my
village as an officer and guarding my
state. In the last five years I have
killed more than 25,000 Chinese
soldiers. I was a true patriot to my
nation and my revenge had been
accomplished.
5 years earlier, I was part of a
platoon in-charge of the Mustang
warrior. I was the commander of
many other small forces as well.
We attacked the Chinese, day and
night from the Mustang area, a
district of Nepal. We sent
threatening letters to the Chinese
government and warned that if they
did not leave our country in peace,
we would cause disasters for them.
We sent letters to the chief officers
as well. Every Chinese soldier we
encountered was killed, none of
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them escaped alive.
Some soldiers were burnt alive,
some peeled alive. Videos were
taken and sent to the Chinese
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government. None of us Mustang
warriors showed mercy because all
of their families had been killed in
the same way as mine. ‘Patriotism
to the country, revenge for our
family’ was our motto. Later we
entered Lhasa, the place where
most of the Chinese troops resided.
We wanted no mercy, only death
of the Chinese destroyed killed our
freedom and left us bare-handed
with nothing. This line always got
me moving and I got my team work
for achieving our motto.
In Lhasa, we disguised ourselves
as Chinese troops, we had once
entered their army camps. 200
warriors against more than three
thousand soldiers, but still we
fought. Each time one of our
soldiers was killed, about a
hundred Chinese soldiers had lost
their lives. We kept on fighting until
more Chinese troops were called
in.
Later the citizens, Tibetans who
wanted freedom and revenge
helped us. We rose up in thousands
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from within Lhasa and finally,
overpowered them.
Among the warriors, I was the only
survivor. I was remembered as the
greatest warrior of Tibet.
Now looking back at my
achievement, there is a smile on
my face. All my wishes are
fulfilled. And I had won.
(First in original story writing
competition)

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It’s like a lion at the door;
When the door begins to crack,
It’s like a ship across your back;
When your back begins to bleed,
You’re dead, you’re dead and you’re dead
indeed.
Bhanjyang 2010

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Servant: Sir, a letter has come.
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Master: In the name of which fool?
7020 Suraj
Servant: Sir, in your name?
Class: 6
Master: Which donkey has sent it?
Servant: Your father.

(One day an engineering student said to his sweeper)

Engineering student: I have the degree, I have got knowledge, I have got society, what do you have?
Sweeper: I have the job.
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If I were a boy…
7049 Priyanka
Grade: 6
If I could only be a boy,
Then I could surely get a toy,
I also could get more love than now,
As my brother is getting now,
I would be more than happy if,
I could climb the special cliff,
Like my brother climbs it now,
I have to be sad somehow,
But it’s sad to say that I’m not a boy,
And a girl who doesn’t even have a toy,
If I could only be a boy,
Then I would surely get a toy.
Bhanjyang 2010
Budhanilkantha School is deeply
greaved by the untimely demise of
our ex-teacher Mr. C. R. Shakya.
May his soul rest in peace.
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Budhanilkantha School is deeply
greaved by the untimely demise of
our ex-teacher Mr. B. N. Prajapati.
May his soul rest in peace.
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Amazing day
8053 Ujjwol
Grade: 5
Today is sunny day,
But after a while, the weather changes,
And it seems like a cloudy day, a rainy day.
I stop walking because of the rain,
Some of my coins get into the drain,
One person came and asked me to pay,
I asked him "Why should I pay?"
The man was angry with me. He said “Hey
Since you have dropped coins into the great drains,
you should pay”
I have nothing to pay,
The man was foolish I say,
In the month of May,
It was a great amazing day.
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Last scream… And suddenly to our despair,
shadows started moving all around
us. We watched them move in
horror. I tried to take a snap of it.
The picture made me tremble with
6065 Binam fear. My friend ran away in terror.
Grade: 7 My camera fell from my trembling
hands. I tried to run too, but to my
horror, I couldn’t. The wind blew
neck went in and my arm was in
too. I took a deep breath and with
all my strength left in me, I pushed
hard against the ground. I felt as if I
was thrown upwards. My hands
and neck were free! “The powers
are gone!” I cried.
I took a deep breath and a sigh of
relief. “That could have been my

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really couldn’t control the violently as I was pulled down in last breath. I’m alive! I’m alive!” I
supernatural force. I was going soil up to my knees at once. And cried. I took the photo of my family
down and down but was still then slowly… slowly going down which had fallen on the ground. My
struggling to escape death. My into earth. family: My daughter, son and wife.
hands waving in the air, my heart in I struggled hard and cried for help. I kissed the picture and said with
a race. No one heard though, my friends great relief,” I’m coming home!” I
It was November 25, 1988. To were gone! I waved my hands in was so happy…
solve the mysterious murder in the the air violently as the chilly air blew … Happy until I saw a hand
Celtic grave, we went there at night hitting the blades of grass. Trunk, pressing my head down. I didn’t
as ghost hunters. We had gone abdomen and then chest. Now I have the time to tremble with fear;
there in the hope of finding was feeling it hard to breathe. My It was the last scream of my life…
something supernatural, not powers
which were out of our (human)
control.
I carried my camera and walked
along with my friend, Roy. The
grave was covered with bushes,
mist and fog. To make our search
easier, we divided ourselves into five
groups, each containing two

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When Roy and I had just covered
2 or 3 yards, we saw what we were
looking for. On the stone in front of
us were words in big letters of
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WEIGHTLESS SACRIFICE

1090 Sandesh
Grade: A2

I
am going down through the same cave, the one I
have been going to for about a week; the same
dark, deep cave with ladders. It is frightening, but
a sweet, charming voice is dragging me, being my guide.
Today I am more confident to follow as I wake up.
It was my phone ringing. Mum had called to check
whether I was still having nightmares. I answered
no, I was fine.
It was the same nightmare that had been troubling me
for a while, but it was giving me intense trouble.
Actually, now I think that it was not my fault. It is never
easy for a boy of sixteen to discover that he is in love.
The story began when I saw a new girl in my batch. “I
like her. She is very beautiful.” I admired her among
my friends. It was not so serious until one month ago,
when I had to work with her. I found myself lost in her As examinations approached, matters got even worse.
beauty. Her voice was something I still cannot imagine A good friend of mine showed me her papers, but I
anything so sweet. could not even copy the answers. I used to be a good
That day something new happened to me. I always student who got good marks in every subject. But I
used to be comfortable to work with girls. I was spoilt every test. My friends told me it was because of
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totally lost. I could not hear what she was saying,
though I could hear her beautiful voice. I could
not concentrate on the work. After we completed
our discussion, she left with a beautiful smile on
her face.
Thereafter, a new life started for me. I began to be
confused about everything I did. A small fault led
114 me to break an expensive apparatus in the school
laboratory. After that incident, I felt vulnerable. My
friends' teasing became a nuisance to me. My behaviour
had now completely changed. I felt pressurized.
Everything that happened seemed to demoralize me; I
felt insulted. I lost my confidence in everything.
Although I am not able to memorize the exact events,
every night brought nightmares. And my days ended
up with no concentration in classes, hesitation to do
even the simplest of things and sometimes confusion
even about my own name.
Everything went wrong. I used to sacrifice my sleep
for my studies. I began sacrificing all my free time in
trying to control the pain inside me. That left me even
more broken.
my staying up late at night. I knew that was not the
reason as I had done so previously, too.
I got confused; I had a headache. My behaviour was
like that of a person in a mental asylum. My friends
could not understand my situation so they phoned
my parents. I panicked to let my parents know what
was happening to me.
My parents took me to a doctor and, as advised,
kept me at home for about ten days. One of those
days, I poured out every bit of my feelings to Mum.
She got the clue and told me that it was nothing
more than the feeling towards the girl and overnight
studies that had affected me.
I had missed ten days of my school; that I sacrificed
for my recovery. Mum made me accept the reality.
I felt that I was sacrificing my life for the girl by
trying to suppress my feelings.
Now, I realize that my sacrifice was for nothing: it was
just lack of acceptance of my feelings that caused it; it
was just the wrong approach. I was just not able to
sort out my priorities.
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We got more than what we came for...
B
udhanilkantha School; the centre of
excellence, is the national school of the
country and the pride of everyone in
affiliation to it. Under the magnificent shades of
Shivapuri, lies our beautiful community, enhanced
by its structure and graced by the pleasant
greenery. Although the college started in 1972, it
still has a history of producing great graduates.
Ones that are a manifestation of success and
capable of ruling the world, but they never forget
where it all started. Hence our story starts.
On June of 2001, it all started. Innocent and
guiltless as any other we stepped in to a whole
new hamlet of education. For the next nine years
this institution was going to be our home, our
parents, and mostly our pathfinder. We were 99
in number, each one from different corner of the
country; as it is also one of the specialties of
BNKS. Each one was given a number that would
also stick to our name but more than it eradicated
the necessity of our last names. It created binding
with in itself and jointly we were called the 000’C
batch.
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The nine years that we spent didn’t at all fly by.
It was true, apart from few years that really
brought tears. This was not due to hectic hostel
life nor was this due to any other reason than the
popular word as we know it ‘hone sick’. Every
time during leave weekends we shouted in joy,
116 we used to race towards the school gate as soon
as we heard the bell. However, the day of returning
was a sight to see; tears rolling down, dolorous
eyes at the supper table and finally weeping
ourselves to bed. It really brings up good
memories today.
Apart from the junior talks, we also had gender
issues. During the so Called ‘SLC period’, as any
other batch we too had issues between boys and
girls; an indication of teenage. There were
arguments; there were quarrels and sometimes
complaints, just to prove who was right. IT was
a war of genders. But while we ignored each other
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just for proving our point, we also learned the
importance of the other gender and eventually
learned to be good friends.
After our SLC, we expanded. It was an expansion
from hundreds to thousands. Not as it sounds
but as an identity, 000/0’C. We welcomed our
new friends that were new to us and the school
but we bounded with no difference. In high school
it was a whole new story. You are the seniors and
responsible students. You are treated differently,
your course definitely gets a lot tougher and
although you sense a feeling of liberty you are
bounded with responsibilities. Club works, proposals,
programmes and different school activities sound
hectic and a lot to worry about. But honestly,
those must be days that really flew by. No one
can justify the spreading time then but definitely
it gave us a lot of memories. Soon we were in the
assembly hall enjoying our farewell on the one
hand, where as sobbing on the other. We were
going to miss our home. We never had imagined
life after BNKS and to leave it was really a challenge.
We no longer would have those waking up times
with the breakfast bell, carrying a set of books to
class, having several light moments with teacher,
raising the dinner bowl and arguing for more
chicken, the long way back to house and finally
chatting the day off until our duty teacher sent
us off to bed.
You definitely miss a lot of things when you are
away. But, maybe this is progress. We came to
BNKS for a reason which was limited to education
and bit of care. But fortunately we must have
been blessed. We, the 29th batch of BNKS, were
the second and probably are the last 000/0C batch.
But we were able to make it a memorable one.
May it be the SLC or the A-level finals, matter on
behavioral grounds, or was it about following the
rules we think we were able to set an example for
our juniors to follow. We were no different. We
just wanted ourselves to be a model of progress,
and luckily to be called as one of the best batches
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of BNKS was an honour. This proudly notifies us
that we really turned out to be what BNKS
produces; better citizens, better leaders and
better visionaries. We realized our abilities and most
of all made lifelong friends. We are no different
than anyone else but definitely we have what it
A DREAM TILL NINETEEN...
Xave is a real mad man. A truly intense
mind he had and all of that was occupied
with a passion, which cost him
everything throughout his life and
beyond. This is just how my friend is.
Xavil Mathew Watson and Steven
McLaren, we were both true friends of
each other. Having been with him since
childhood, it was not hard for me to find
his source of motivation and his dream.
We had been together since I was seven
and he five. We had spent most of our
childhood together and every moment
that was spared that time has added
much more agonies to my heart. Today,
I wish if those days would come back.
And, if not, at least let him...
He used to ride with me on a bicycle to
our school. At those times, I always
persuaded him to buy a bike for himself.
“Hey Xave, why don’t you ask your
parents to buy a bike for you?”
He used to stay quiet at those times, as
if he was somewhere else.
I would repeat then, “Hey, can’t we ride
together, dude? We can race on our way
to school and back home.”
“Stevie,” he replied one day “I don’t
really like driving or riding. I want to
fly. Have you ever imagined how it
would feel to touch the stars and the
moon? I wish I could do that.”
Then and there, I liked him more than
ever. Moreover, I liked his passion.
“You certainly will one day,” I tried to
inspire him in my own childish manner.
He then showed me some more qualities
about himself that he had never showed
before or may be I had failed to see
despite having been together for so
long, about four years. It was what he
told me that made me feel that I was his
closest friend: “Steve, my parents don’t
care much about me. They’re often
engaged in their own business. Every
time I am alone, I go upto the roof and
keep staring at the stars and the moon.”
“What’s really wrong in loving the
virtual world which gives you solace in
takes to bring change, because in Budhanilkantha
we really got more than what we came for.
Thank you teachers, thank you all non-teaching
staffs dais and didis, and thank you BNKS.
your loneliness more than parents who
cannot make their only son feel
loved?” I thought. A friend of mine
had just expressed his loneliness to
me. I felt a greater sense of
responsibility to show him my love
and support in any way I could.
By every means, I supported him,
through my parents as well. I also tried
hard to help him to study aeronautics
and even sent him to the USA for that.
When he returned as an astronaut at
NASA, I was really glad to be a friend
of his. I was glad to be his friend
during his loneliness and an
inspiration. When I saw him I was
drowned in tears of joy. He had
sacrificed everything for his dream:
his home, his family, and his youth.
Moreover, he had deserted me, his
best friend, for six years. And I cannot
express how I felt when my 27-year-
old friend, now being what he had
always wanted to be, was in front of
me. We watched together the tape of
his first step on the moon and along
with that of his space travel. That day,
I can never forget that day.
Some months later, he revealed that
he wanted to thank me for my help
and surprised me with the flight to the
moon in a spacecraft designed by
himself. My happiness was
boundless. It took almost a month to
complete his spacecraft, and he
scheduled our flight in space a week
later. As soon as Xave’s spacecraft
was done, he invited me on a test
flight. I went to the space station with
him that day. I was so glad to see the
cartoon which depicted our childhood
photo pasted on it: it was a picture of
both of us on my bicycle. Below, it
was quoted “To the man who
designed this designer.” I was so
pleased that I burst into tears in
Xave’s arms. He then said, “I wanted
to take you into space with our
childhood memories just as you
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brought me here from my childhood. We
did not separate for almost a couple of
minutes until there was a duty call for
him for test-launch.
He left me outside and went into the
spacecraft. He waved his hands to me.
My heart was pounding so loud due to
excitement. Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven...
Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One...
And then the spacecraft launched. I
was just staring at the piece of wonder
my friend had created. Suddenly,
something happened. The stopwatch
showed nineteen seconds when the
aircraft was seen turning into fire. Yes,
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I knew it exploded, but I could not
believe it. I was shattered and left lying
unconscious on the ground...
Today, when I am standing beside the
tomb of my beloved friend, I feel so
sorry for him. I feel guilty: had I never
inspired him to be an astronaut; had I
never sent him to the US.... He would
still be with me. And moreover, had I
flown with him and shared some of the 117
last moments of our lives, I could have
saved myself from all this pain. The
excitement with which he waved his
hands turned into dismay-a goodbye
forever.......
But I still feel he is with me. I feel glad
to have been a part of his life and for
making him an intimate part of mine.
Standing before my dearest friend, I
wished all those times we spent
together would come back. And, if not,
at least, I wanted him to come back.
“My dear friend, you will always remain
who you are. You’re never a past...”
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competition)
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Resource Centre (LRC) organized
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Chief Guest of the program was Prof. Hofg t lhpFb} 5 t/ leqL dg d/]sf] 5 .
Dr. Madhu Sudan Karki who is the
President of Head of the Library and
Information Science in T.U. The Principal
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library most frequently. On this occasion, csf]{ h'gL /fd|f] agfpF5' of] h'gLdf efUo km'6o\ f/}5
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Nisha Kafle of BNKS was given away the

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SACRIFICE FOR LOVE
There, once upon a time, lived a girl
named Sophie, a girl of incredible
beauty. Her skin was as fair as
snow, her almond shaped olive
colored eyes with long black lashes
and her long shiny hair-one could
swear that any boy would go insane
for her at first sight. And there lived
a boy, James, who was deeply in
love with Sophie, but had never
spoken a word about it because he
was afraid he would hurt her.
Though James lived next to Sophie,
he had never dared to ask her even
to go out. He would rather spend a
whole night thinking of her than
doing anything that would hurt his
love. He loved her truly.
Time passed on. The childhood
friends now turned into high
school mates. Sophie now grew
up to be the most beautiful girl
in the city. Everyone would
admire her beauty and she used
to be glad and happy knowing it.
But her pride was gradually
overshadowing her. ‘I am the most
wanted and pretty girl in the whole
city. Everyone goes insane for me.
Everyone wants to go out with me.
Oh my God! I feel I am on top of
the world’, this was what she used
to feel when anybody would praise
her. Then, she started to exhibit the
dark side of her. She used to be
reluctant to help anybody. She
would make fun of those who used
to ask her to go for a date. And as
time went on, James’ feelings for
Sophie grew more and more. He
was so in love with her.
Valentine’s Day was approaching
nearer. And James was planning to
ask Sophie for the high school dance
party. He could not dare to confront
her and ask; so he instead wrote a
letter, where he expressed his
feelings.
“My dearest Sophie,
1103 Sunada
Grade: A2
I don’t know how you feel
about me. But I’ve gathered a lot
of courage to say that I love you.
I really love you from the bottom
of my heart. My feelings for you
are pure and selfless. If you feel
the same, I’ll consider myself the
luckiest boy of the world. I’ll be
waiting for you in the hall
tonight.
Your,
James”
James was really crazy for Sophie
and was ready to do anything for
her. When he was a child, He’d
once even fought with his best friend
because he had bugged Sophie.
James was really hopeful that
Sophie would accept him. But
Sophie, who was as proud as a
peacock, did not even bother to
look at his letter twice. She
considered James as a friend - a
friend who would always be ready
to do anything for her at her
command.
On that night, Sophie planned to go
out with the most handsome boy of
the school. Dressed in a black
gown, hair tied up neatly in a bun,
with some strands resting on her
cheeks, she resembled a princess.
And poor James, who was waiting
for her, was shattered to see her
with his best friend. In the party,
when they finally got a chance to
talk, Sophie said “You are a good
writer but how on earth can you
ever expect me to accept a boy like
you. Look at your dirty eyes, your
dirty hair. Not in any way can you
be compared with me.”
James was so sad that it took him
days to recover from this tragedy.
Time passed on. And now, the
summer came. The school was
planning to take the senior
students for a trip. Everyone
including James and Sophie were
also going for the visit. No one
had ever expected that the bus
they were in would knock against
a merciless rock and would slide
off the hill. Sophie was also in
the same bus, but the lady luck
did not smile upon her this time.
Everyone was safe and sound
except Sophie who lost her eyes
because of the shattered glass
pieces. Sophie who used to boast
about her eyes was now blind.
Her friend James, whom she had
laughed at, was the only person
who was ready to give her his
eyes without even thinking twice.
And so, James’ eyes got
transplanted to Sophie. Knowing
everything Sophie felt so much
remorseful that she cried and
cried till her eyes were dry. She
asked James, ‘Why did you do
this for a selfish girl like me?’
And then James replied, ‘I love
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you so much, I can even sacrifice
myself for you...’ Without letting
him add even a word further, she
kissed him, and after a while felt
warm drops of tears running
down her cheeks. She finally
realized that James was the only
person who really loved her and 119
was ready to sacrifice anything for
her.
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Pen
4055 Utkarsha 4087 Kshitiz
Grade: 9 Grade: 9
Pen is something which when filled with ink,
Writes in my diary which is pink,
Mightier than a sword; are you really?
Don’t try to prove yourself I love you dearly,
Governments are changed when you are with,
Which was reality before it became a myth,
Without you we could not come to class,
Without you with us, it’s like water without a glass,
We carry you always which is a trend,
In exams dear pen, you are truly a friend,
Sometimes we throw you in the drain,
My dear pen, we remember these things in our
brains,
Mightier than a sword; you are really,
You have proved yourself, I love you dearly.
Road to
success
5021 Rajan
Grade: 8
→ Increase your power of memory and
concentration
→ Strengthen good habits and discard bad ones
→ Become an effective public speaker
→ Conquer fear
→ Take on a new attitude and approach to life
→ Improve your powers of observation
→ Make friends easily and quickly
→ Think logically and quickly
→ Learn to trust others
→ Become more organized and time efficient
You can complain because roses have thorns, or
you can rejoice because thorns have roses.
Work hard, live strong.
Build self confidence
Life is never a bed of roses. However, if we know
how to negotiate our ways between the thorns and
hurdles of our life, the roses of success will be ours
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for selective picking. The greatest asset in the quest
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person needs to saturate his or her mind with
optimistic thoughts at all times. Our mind will then
be able to play host many ideas. Dollops of vision,
hard work and perseverance can then convert these
big ideas into practical goals and long term success. 121
Budhanilkantha School is deeply
greaved by the untimely demise of
our family member Mr. Keshav
Poudel. May his soul rest in peace.

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My Story
I
have often tried to forget that
day when I heard that beautiful
voice for the first time in my life.
“May I come in sir?” it asked. I
remember turning around towards
the door and seeing that angelic
face, basked in eternal beauty, for
the first time in my life. Little did I
know that this face would be
imprinted in my memory for ever,
little did I know that it would make
me fall in love at first sight. Little did
I know that it would take me to the
zenith of happiness and make me
fall through pain and despair, till I
reached the nadir of despair.
It was the second day in this new
school and it had taken me two days
to notice that she was in my section,
but once I noticed her, I could not
notice anything else. I still remember
the way she walked slowly without
a care for the rest of the world, her
beautiful smile, her beautiful hair, her
smile that she gave me every time
she caught me looking at her (and
that was often).
I had some crushes before but I
knew that this was real, not just an
infatuation. I loved her and wanted
her to love me. I decided to propose
her but who would want me? I
mean I was all numb and behaved
like an idiot in the class. I almost
felt sure that no girl in my class
would acknowledge me or want to
be friends with me. I kept pondering
these things in my heart and started
to spend a lot of time in
daydreaming. I dreamt about saving
her life from flaming buildings, falling
blocks, moving trucks, shooting
terrorists, burning demons and
extraterrestrial vampires. I imagined
her nested in my arms while I fought
through the endless hordes of
winged monsters. I imagined helping
her, doing everything for her and
whenever I had any problem, I
imagined her helping me out. Every
day, every lesson, I would stare at
her and maybe because of this,
tongues began to wag and soon
everybody was whispering to each
other about how the new boy was
in love with her.
I spent my days like this for about a
month and one fine day, I knew that
I had to propose, I couldn’t simply
go on like this and that day I did
what I had to. I proposed her. I still
remember the day when our
vacation started. I waited the whole
day, anticipation running high but no
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answer came my way. My heart
tried to console me, said that she
would reply soon and the reply
would be positive. But my brain
knew that it was not so, forget her
son, it said, you’re better off on your
own.
I looked around, trying to keep my
tears within. Everybody around me
seemed so happy and smiling: they
will be going home today. But to
me, it was like the end of the world.
The idea of going home did not
make me happy: I felt like I am
parting from the whole world, I
couldn’t imagine my life without her.
Throughout the month long
vacation, I tried to forget her
beautiful smile, her face, her very
existence but I knew that it was all
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fruitless. When I returned to school,
my broken heart compelled me to
propose her again. But this time I
couldn’t face her (I had a broken
heart good for nothing). I wrote my
feelings in a piece of paper and sent
my first love letter through a friend.
The problem was she didn’t accept 123
it. My letter returned to me, extra
pain added to my heart. It ached. It
shattered because of this blow. I
was walking aimlessly, with the
letter in my hand. My head
commanded my hands to tear the
letter to pieces but my hands were
too numb to do so. As I was walking
down the foyer, someone called my
name. My overburdened mind took
some time to process. The voice
sounded somehow familiar.
The voice of the only girl I

valued. I hid my pains within me
and tried to be comfortable. She
advanced her hands and asked
for the letter. There was bliss
in my mind. My shattered heart
rejoined at once like the
shattered pieces of glasses
rejoin in the advertisement of
Feviwick. I felt alive once
again. That night I couldn’t
sleep. I hadn’t slept properly for
the last month but this time was
different. That time, for the
first time, I couldn’t sleep
because of happiness.
The next day, I waited for her
reply. I was happy and felt like
the answer would be in my
favor. We met again that day.
My luck did not favor me: I
faced yet another blow in my
life. I could read sadness, pain
and betrayal in her eyes. I came
to know that one of my friends,
or a person whom I thought to
be my friend, had sent her
another letter, by my name.
What was written there, I don’t
know. I guess I was rejected for
yet another time.
It was when I shattered once
again, maybe for the final time
and I have not recovered yet. I
concluded that day that it was
my right to love her and it was
her right that no one should
compel her to love me.
I kept propping to her, for the
next two years, almost 15
times. I didn’t propose her to
get an unexpected yes or to
compel her to love me. I just
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propped to her to let her know
that I still loved her and she
could always turn to me if she
needed any help. I decided that
although nobody had right to
compel her to love me, I had
right to love her. There was a
friend of mine, who tried to
convince me otherwise. One
day, he rebuked me about why I
always tried to help her. He said
that nothing I did could ever
make her love me. I simply
replied, “She may never love me
but I’ll always love her”
You know, a person can feel
lonely even if he is loved by
many people. Through this
article, I’d like to say, for the
last time that I will always be
loving you and you can always
turn to me for anything….

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I WANT TO BE FREE lzIff

3125 Jyohomson
Grade: 10 #)!% ;'dg
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I want to be free, ;fyLefO;Fu ldn]/ ljBfno hfcf}+F

From the chains that bind me. cfˆgf] cd"No ;do v]/ gkmfnf}+
I want to survive,
k9Ln]vL ef]ln 7"nf] aGg'k5{
Let others not find me,
I want to breathe, 1fgL agL b]z cufl8 a9fpg'k5{ .
Fill my lungs with air,
And when the world wants me,
I want to disappear.
When the world looks for me,
Tell them I’ll not be found;
Tell them that I’ve flown so high;
I can’t even see the ground
I don’t want people around
I just want to fly-
Go wherever I want lzIffn] dfgj 1fgL / ljj]sL x'G5
To places wet and dry. 1fg cfh{g ugf{n] hLjg ;'vL x'G5
The clouds and the stars lzIffn] xfdLnfO{ pRr txdf k'¥ofpF5
Shall be my best friends,
hLjgsf] dfu{df ;a}nfO{ ;3fpF5 .
Together then, we shall fly,
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To where the rainbow ends.

I want to think what I want, lzIfflagf cGwsf/ x'G5 hLjg
I want to do what I can, ;dfhn] lrGg] ;Rrf dfgj ag
I want to be left out of the world
lzIffsf] Hof]ltn] eljio 5 pHHjn
But still be part of the plan,
I shall grow wings and fly, w]/} kl/>d u/L kfpmF dL7f] kmn .
And fly till I reach the moon,
Over all the things that I want to be, If you want to……………
126 I just want to be free.
If you want to go,
Go to school.
If you want to show.
Show your talent.
If you want to admire,
Admire the nature.
If you want to desire,
Desire your heart.

If you want to read, 8062 Namuna

Read a good book. Grade: 5
If you want to meet,
Meet your bright future.
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:s'nsf] u]6df uP/ kmf]g u/]F . 3/df cfdfn] kmf]g
p7fpFbf d}n] cfˆgf] ?jfOnfO{ /f]Sg ;lsgF, t/ jfxgf
eg] k]6 b'vs] f] agfPF . cfdf dnfO{ e]6g\ cfPkl5
dfof u/]/ ;f]Wg'eof] d}n] ?Fb?} bF } ;a} s'/f atfPF . cfdf
klg b'MvL x'ge' of] clg em'nsf] 8f]/L agfOlbg'eof] .

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v{/–ev{/ xf]:6]ndf cfpFbfsf] s'/f xf] . dnfO{ To; lbgb]lv d ;a}hgfh:t} em'nleq 9'Ss eP/ ;'Tg
To;tfsf 3/sf] ;Demgf lgs} cfpFYof] clg yfn]F . d}n] cfdfnfO{ ;a} s'/f atfP klg em'nsf] 8f]/L
?g dfq dg nfUYof] . Pslbg /ftsf] vfgf bfOn] nu]sf] s'/f eg] slxNo} atfOgF .
vfP/ bfFt dfem]/ ;a}hgf ;'Tg] t/v/ ub}{ lyP .
udL{sf] ;do ePsfn]] em'n xfNg'kb{Yof] . ;a} cfcfˆgf WILL THE WORLD
em'n s:gdf Jo:t lyP . d klg em'n xfNg k|of; ub}{
lyPF, t/ d]/f] em'nsf] t'gf g} r'lF 8Psf] /x]5 . laxfg END IN 2012?
em'n lemSbf;Dd l7s} lyof] t/ clxn] s;/L ePg

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dgdg} eg]F . d em'n afFWg] cndndf x/fPF ;a} ;fyLx? 7020 Suraj
Class: 6
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otfptf x]/F] crfgs dnfO{ lxhf] Pp6f bfOn] …sf]xL;Fu
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saw the news about the world coming to an
clg t yfxf kfOxfnF] d]/f] em'nsf] 8f]/L bfOn] nfg'eP5 end in 2012. I was shocked and I thought,
eGg] s'/f . d em'n gxfnL cf]5o\ fgdf klN6PF . “Are we really going to die?’ I could not
;a}hgf d:t lgb|fdf lyP . dnfO{ eg] lgb|f nfUb} believe it, so I started finding about it. I found
nfu]g . ;a}hgf em'nleq cfkm" eg] v'nfdf PSn} k/]h:tf] out that many scientists and religions have
mentioned about the ending of the world
nfUof] . dnfO{ cfkm" cFWof/f] /ftdf ;'g;fg 7fpFdf without a proper explanation. Some say it is
PSn} ePsf] cg'ej eof] clg w]/} 8/ nfUg yfNof] . d'6' just a lie. The main cause of this rumour
klg l56f]l56f] 9's9's ug{ yfNof] . otfptf sf]N6] km]b{} comes because of the Mayan calendar.
According to it, there will be complete
d'vnfO{ cf]9g\ n] ] 5f]k/] 8/ eufpg] sf]l;; u/]F . d destruction of human existence on earth, only
kl;g}kl;gf ePF, ps'; d's'; ePF clg cfkm"nfO{ a few will survive and humanity will realize
PSnf] ;lDemPF . k]ml/ cfdf;Fu} ;'ts ] f] ofb cfof] . s]xL its spiritual destiny. Let’s see what happens
l5g eP klg pxfFsf] Gofgf] dfofsf] dx;'; u/]F . o;/L in 2012.
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O
ne night I slept alone in my room. My brother
used to sleep with me in my room but he had A day in heaven
been to hostel. This was the first day that I
slept alone. I was feeling afraid but I had to sleep alone.
When it was morning I was somewhere else. It was all
made of gold and silver. Fairies were dancing all
around me. I could not believe my eyes but I was in
heaven. Somebody came to me and took me to the 8074 Shristy
place with a shiny playground where everything was Grade: 5
shiny. I could see the fairy dolls hanging in my room. I
could hardly believe it. Suddenly, something began to
ring. I woke up. I was again in my room. My alarm
clock was ringing. But, the fairy doll was shining to
wave me goodbye.

The Ghost
lagfsf]
8045 Siranta
&)!@ ljgf]b Grade: 5
sIffM ^
In the deep shadows of the night,
There lives a creature, who gives a fright,
ljBfyL{ x'F d nIolagfsf] He disappears immediately you see him,
k':ts x'F d kf7lagfsf] He appears again when your lights are most dim.
lzIfs x'F d lzIfflagfsf] He is always frightened of light,
ljåfg\ x'F d ljBflagfsf] . He is the one, who starts the fight,
Nobody believes he is alive,
But he is walking in the dark corridors at night.
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ufos x'F d :j/lagfsf] The one who believes it is only me,

slj x'F d sljtflagfsf] He can also be under the sea,
?v x'F d sf]lknflagfsf] He is also swinging in the vines,
He can do anything of all kinds.
So, I remind you to be aware,
Go to the haunted house, if you dare,
He can kill you by giving you a fright,
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A have lost faith with myself… I am compelled to feel
frustrated
life
1136 Aryan
Grade: 12
L
ife is moving along and I don’t know where I
will end up in the future. In fact, I have got no
future. With all the low marks and grades, I
don’t know where I will end up. I have been trying …
still trying … all these days have passed but i couldn’t
achieve anything. Very few days are left and I don’t
know what I will achieve.
Exas results will be out sooner or later;
whenever it comes my result will always remain the
same. Why do all of them have the same feeling that I
will never be able to do something in my life? Why all
of them think that I am very weak; I don’t study; I
don’t put any hard work in my studies. Who are these
people to judge me? This question goes to those people
with all these thoughts.
Everyone is just busy passing comments and
discouraging me and my efforts. I find no one
encouraging me and appreciating my work. They just
enjoy humiliating and dominating me. They mightn’t
have intention to hurt me but every time I feel they
treat me as if I was very weak. I tried to prove that I
am equally able as they are but have failed in each and
every attempt. Now, all my hopes are gone, even I
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;u/dfyf 5 of] b]zdf, cGoq t sxfF 5 / <
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g]kfnL 5g\ of] b]zdf, c? t sxfF 5g\ / <
what they feel about me…
Everyone just needs good marks. They tell me
that my effort wasn’t enough, I didn’t try more etc.
But for me that is my best effort. May be that wasn’t
enough and should put in greater effort but for that I
require at least some support. I need someone by my
back to correct me and encourage me to achieve more.
But when I turn back I see many faces commenting
and laughing at me and my failure. Among all those
faces I find no one, who really wants to guide me for a
while, who really wishes to put some of his/ her efforts
for my betterment.
I have changed… The person who was free
of all those thoughts, who was happy to be with what
he achieves has changed into a person who is trying to
prove to others who he really is…
His only aim has become to prove that he is
not the one who others think he is…
Right now I only have to prove to others; I am
bound with this thought. I just can’t do whatever I'd
like to… And now a days I really hate to what I have
turned into…
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cGofo, cTofrf/sf lj?4, slxNo} kl5 gk/ .
g]kfn xf] Ps ;fgf] b]z egL x]nf gu/,
zflGtsf] k|tLs g]kfnnfO{ ;a}n] ;Ddfg u/ .
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My Brother
7103 Santosh
Class: 6
My immature mind never seems to understand how
the Almighty decides our fate. He neither lets us live in
complete contentment nor in absolute sorrow. Instead,
He leaves us dangling somewhere in between. And
this is the very thing to which my eyes get misty.
My brother was born like any ordinary child but may
be the love and affection we gave him was not the
same and that made him different from others. I just
can’t figure out why autism put him in its trap and how
it became this hard to make things right now. Those
deep, black shimmering eyes, those chubby cheeks
can mislead anyone but it’s when people ask him his
name and he just turns around seeming to ignore them
that my heart cries because I know it’s not his fault.
Rather, it’s the God up there who shadowed my
brother’s life.
However, I won’t let anything ruin his life like that. I
know there will be some day when ‘Babu’ will speak
to me, argue with me to buy him a toy and do all those
things those children of his age do and which I long
him to do.
Life has made me stoical and taught me to consider
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a brother. But now I have realized that God has chosen
us because we have the potential to overcome all these
things. And yes, one day I will. Today I feel that if my
brother hadn’t come into my life, I wouldn’t have been
this strong. He has been a boon to me and my family.
Realizing all this, I try to console my mother when she
cries on my shoulders thinking how difficult life is for
‘Babu’. I try to abate her grief by promising her that I
shall always be with him. No matter how many hurdles
appear, I shall never leave his side. My brother is my
responsibility, a part of my life and I will always be
there, by his side, to guide him.
Deep inside me, I still have hope of a normal life for
‘Babu’. Every time I close my eyes those innocent
twinkling eyes appear before me and I desperately
ask God if he can do any good to me then it should be
for my brother because he is the one my life relies on.
I just can’t imagine how beautiful life would be if
‘Babu’ gets well.

both the bright and dark side of it. I am ready to bear

the consequences even if my brother never gets better.
What if he can’t speak, I shall read his mind interpreting
his moves and become his voice. I shall make myself
capable to fill each bit of his life with sheer bliss.
Previously, I used to spend hours thinking why God
chose him to bear all this pain and what I had done
152 that I can’t even completely feel what it’s like to have

Sparrow
A tiny bird is captured in the cage,
Next to my house, in my village.
The friend of the tiny one chirps on the
trees,
He requests the people to set him free.
But nobody could understand his words,
After all he is just a sparrow; tiny little bird!
7053 Subhekshya
Grade: 6
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d]/f] OR5f THE

BEAUTIFUL
GARDEN
;fgf ;fgf afns xfdL, 7064 Ashutosh
k9\g] xfd|f] sfd . Grade: 6
k9L n]vL rnfpg'5
;+;f/df gfd . &!!) cr{gf Surrounded with lovely plants,
I want to go there in my pants,
sIffM ^ The tulips are violet, the roses are red,
7"nfnfO{ cfb/ u/L,
The roses are like the red bed.
eGg' k5{ gd:sf/ .
g]kfnLsf 5f]/f5f]/L, The bees are flying here and there,
oxL xf] xfd|f] ;+:sf/ . The black woods are like Alsatians bear,
When I go there I feel like to see,
The lovely butterfly and the lovely bee.
uf]vf{nLsf 5f]/f5f]/L,
ef]lnsf xfdL s0f{wf/ . I think in my home garden is like that,
k9L n]vL aGg'k5{ There sometimes I see a black cat,
I want to go to the garden by going
7"nf] OHhtbf/ .
home,
And in my garden I can roam !
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k9L, n]vL g]kfndf, cg'zf;g
Nofpg' 5 ;'gf}nf] laxfg .

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cg'zfl;t ag]dfq xfdL x'G5f}F 1fgL
cg'zfl;t aGof}F eg] aGg' kb}g{ cledfgL .
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The ‘Natal Day’ of my realization…

2008 Bibek
Grade: A1
14 years and 3 months old. This is my age now. My
last birthday was the saddest one ever; no cakes no
party and no friends. I missed my annual birthday cap.
About this, my mum explained,” Look, my boy, your
father’s business is running very low and even the
savings has been used for your granny’s operation. So
this time you have to manage without a party. I’ve
brought you a present though.” It was a book called
‘Sophie’s diary’. Who would ever want a book as a
birthday present? I had given my gift list to my dad,
but now as he was on his business trip, I had to give
up my hopes of getting a gift.
This was the reason why three days previously
I spoke with my mother the least I could ever. You
may not know how it feels when your wishes are not
fulfilled; a birthday wish of a 14-year-old teenager.
These three days I almost totally ignored her and this
is what I’m doing now. “Can you pass me the milk
bottle, Sumit?” I acted as if I didn’t hear her. To me,
her politeness was more than artificial. She repeated
the same thing again, this time in a less polite voice. I
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eyes were already wet. Some salty drops rolled down
my cheeks.
At that moment I really wanted her to scold
me or say something. But she was quiet, shocked
maybe. Then my 8-month-old sister Jasmine’s cry filled
the room. She dashed towards Jasmine and I hurried
towards mine.
For a while I couldn’t stop my tears. I lay in
bed for some minutes and then decided to take a good
look at some photo albums of dad as I was in finitely
missing him. I opened the closet and as I was pulling
the albums out, a big packet fell out. It contained my
new mobile set, one of the latest models of Samsung.
This was the thing that was at the top of my gift list,
which I had handed to dad. The bag also contained a
DVD collection of films of James Bond and a small D
& G wallet. My skull felt empty and couldn’t bear the
irony of the situation.
A small note dropped out. I picked it up and I read it.
It said:
To our dearest son, Sumit
We wish you a very, very ‘Happy Birthday’. Many
happy returns of the day from your dad and mum
P.S. Did you like the surprise?
Though dad had also signed there, I knew it was all
muom’s idea.

angrily reached the bottle and passed it to her. Then I

realized that my body was in automatic mode. My legs
felt like they were hurrying towards the door. As I got
out of the dining room, my hands slammed the door
behind me. I then went to the living room and switched
on the TV. My eyes were just fixed on the TV but my
mind had been playing the birthday scene. “Sumit, is
154 there anything wrong with you?” It was the familiar
voice of my mother. I said nothing.
She shouted again, this time a little bit louder
than before, “Sumit, come on tell me why are you so
serious?”
Silence filled the room again. I just didn’t want
to turn my face towards her. Her voice this time was
very intense and was like a cry, “Sumit?” Silence
followed.
And then, it was me who disturbed the silence.
I just wanted to get out of that situation. I felt strong
waves passing through my body. I heard myself
shouting something like” I hate you muom. You are the
worst mother in the world.” I hadn’t heard anyone say
such a thing to his mother, straight to her face. My
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Memories from trekking…

I saw a small blue patch between two great 1122 Nagendra
mountains. It was the reason we had walked one and
a half days, it was the reason we had suffered the Grade: A2
freezing cold. We walked closer to it and got a better
view. It was mind-blowing. I forgot the exhaustion and
on the way. Unwillingly, we located the path through
got on my way. I forgot the hunger. I forgot the coldness
by we came and returned along it. It was easy.
of the atmosphere. It felt like I was home.
Everything looked so familiar on the path walked some
It was my first experience of trekking. I remember time ago. After several hundred meters, the ways began
how I walked quickly to catchthe horse when I was to be confusing. Fog surrounded us, making it difficult
exhausted; I remember how I almost got altitude to see more than a few meters. The path never looked
sickness and we had tea near a sheep shed and rested so strange. We guessed the way and walked. After
for ten minutes. They told us, we had less time because sometime, we realized that we were lost. We could
one of our trekkers was in a hurry to go home after neither find our way back, nor go to the lake and wait
the journey. I was against it. Why do people in a hurry for someone to come and rescue us. It was freezing
need to trek? Hurry can mess up a whole trek and cold. Thank God the snowfall had ended hours ago.
cause a lot of unexpected problems. Moreover we One of the greatest mistakes our team made was that
had no guide. A few people who had already been we took a short cut that had no distinct trekking trails
there, including my father, had led the group. It was and small boards putup by KMTNC (Now NTNC)
Tilicho Lake we had reached. I had never seen such a that marked “way to Tilicho Lake” after a certain gap.
beautiful scene in my life. It was a paradise. There
The man said: “We forgot to carry food.” There
were amazing snow-capped mountains above the lake
was adequate food for all of us but, unfortunately, we
and a brown rocky mountain behind us. The deep blue
left it with the rest of the trekkers. I searched my
colour of the lake and the beautiful scene made us
pockets and to my surprise, I found a bar of chocolate
forget everything. Our trip was halfway to success:
somebody gave me on the way. I almost forgot. We
we had to return to Jomsom, from where we had
had it and walked further, not knowing where we were
started it. That day our plan was to reach the lake and
or where we were going. I felt tired and cold. I was
return to our tents we had set up a day before, where

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exhausted and breathless. I couldn’t walk further.
we spent the previous night. By rough estimation, we
had to reach the lake by 12 noon and spend only a “I am tired”, I said and sat on a rock. I looked
little time to enjoy the view: a journey to be completed around. Hills looked weird. It looked as if aliens had
in a hurry. But by the time we reached the lake, it was collected heaps of reddish-brown gravels and stones
already 2 PM. There was still another mistake we had for some construction purpose. The man showed me
made. Our trekkers had parted about an hour before, a stream of water and suggested to have some water.
at the top of a hill from where they said we could have I leaned forward and drank water like an animal, not
bird’s eye view of the lake. Three of us: my father, a to disturb the water and make it dirty. My lips froze 155
trekker who was most close to my age and I headed and then my tongue. I removed myself from it before
towards the lake while others, including my mother,
waited for the fog to clear so that they could see the
lake. Again, my father showed us a way but we had
already taken another way so we didn’t return. These
were small mistakes and we did not bother about them.
Anyway we did what we had been there for: we
enjoyed the view of the lake and captured it in our
cameras. We didn’t realize how quickly the next thirty
minutes passed.
It was late, we thought. It was time to return. I
wished we could stay there for some more hours. But
we had to return as we had left food and tents behind
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my stomach got frozen too. I was panting. I rested till The man called my father and whistled his best.
my breathing became normal again. I felt a burning I regretted I could not whistle. We had walked for
sensation in my hands and face. How can cold water about half an hour when he told me that he heard a
give a hot sensation? I had no gloves or monkey cap. voice. Maybe the echo of his own voice, I thought. I
I didn’t even have cold cream. I took out my lip guard couldn’t concentrate on anything because of exhaustion,
and spread it all over my bare skin. It felt better but hunger and cold. “It might be a wild animal”, I said as
not alright. I remembered someone said to me lived there. “No,
We guessed the path and walked along. The he is your father” he screamed and I heard his voice
beautiful clouds we saw from down Jomsom appeared too. We made our way to my father.
as fog, embraced us in dead cold and left us after few I asked my father if he had any food. He
minutes when we could see further hills, strange and didn’t. I wondered If we were still lost or not. “Don’t
confusing. He told us that we might need to spend the worry, I know the way”, my father said. We reached
night there. I imagined spending a night at the foot of a the tents at late night and the others arrived an hour
strange mountain without tents. I imagined lying awake later. We asked about their journey after we parted.
the whole night in the freezing cold on an empty We knew that it had been no better. Besides the bitter
stomach. It would probably mean death. I imagined experience, we were all together and happy that we
myself starving to death and being eaten by hungry had made our way to the lake at the highest altitude.
bear. But a man doesn’t lose hope of living till the last And I had had a great adventure.
of his breath remains. I wished somebody would find
us or we would find the way back.

NEPAL There are many villages and cities in Nepal,

among them Kathmandu the capital lies in the
Bagmati zone. Neighboring countries of Nepal are
India and China. The main four religions that are
followed by people are: Islam, Hindusim,
8070 Samikshya
Buddhism and Christanity. There are many kinds
Grade: 5
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of caste and sub caste in Nepal. Some are Newars,

Nepal lies in the continent Asia. It is a very
small country. It is divided into 5 development
regions. These are: Eastern Development Region,
Central Development Region, Western
156 Development Region, Mid-Western Development
Region and Far-Western Development Region. It
is divided into 14 zones and 75 district. The longest
river of Nepal is Karnali, the biggest river is Koshi
and the deepest river is Gandaki. There are many
other rivers in Nepal. Among the many mountain
peaks of Nepal, Sagarmatha, the biggest and tallest
mountain of the world is situated in Nepal. The
National animal of Nepal is cow. The national bird
of Nepal is Lhophophorus. The national flower of
Nepal is Rhododendron and the national color of
Nepal is Crimson. Its area is 147181 Sq. km. and
the population of Nepal is 28563377. Literacy rate
of Nepal is 54%. Currrency of Nepal is termed as
rupee. Kathmandu is capital city of Nepal.
chhetri, Brahamans etc. There are many famous
temples in Nepal. Some of them are: Manakamana,
Baraha temple, Mayadevi temple, Muktinath
temple, Budhanilkantha temple etc. There are three
physical regions in Nepal. They are Himalayan
region, Mountain Region and Terai region. Pokhara
city is popular in Nepal for its natural and artificial
beauty. Many tourists from different countries visit
Pokhara and enjoy the destination.
There are many lakes in Nepal. They are:
Fewa lake, Rara lake, Phoksundo lake, Rupa lake
and etc. There are many durbar squares Some of
them are: Bhaktapur Durbar Square, Kathmandu
Durbar square and Patan Durbar Square. Famous
temples of Kathmandu are Swayumbhunath
temple, Pashupatinath temple, Boudhanath temple.
Janakpur is famous for Janaki temple. Lumbini is
famous as the birth place of Gautam Buddha,
known to be light of the Asia. Nepal is famous for
its natural resources such as water and forest. I love
my country Nepal.
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Grade: 9 Grade: 9 hgtf /dfpF5g\ ca gofF g]kfn cfof] /] Û
When you get scolded, miss me, ca g]kfndf klg zflGt 5fof] /] Û
I’ll be there with my words of wisdom for you,
If you are hurt then miss me, t/, ljb]z 3'Dg d:t 5g\ g]tfx?
I’ll be there to support you. lrGtf clg dtna 5}g b]zsf],
If your heart gets broken, miss me,
I’ll be there to accompany you,
zky lnFbf klg s] s] nfpF5g\
If you feel lonely then miss me, 8/ / kL/ 5}g e]ifsf] .
I’ll be there beside you.
If you have pains then miss me, /fli6«o efiff g]kfnL g} xf]
I’ll be the medicine for you, gofF x'Gg, g]tf gofF eP/
If you are still suffering then miss me,
I’ll be the doctor for you.
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I’ll find it just for you,
When you are left alone miss me,
I’ll be there for you.
When you grow old miss me,
I’ll be the support for you,
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If you are near to death, then miss me,

I’ll be there to save you.
All these times, I’ll be helping you,
Whenever you need I’ll be there for you,
But I have a request to make,
Promise me that you’ll take.
It is that don’t miss me,
When I die,
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And you’ll cry.
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Ones, who are in need,
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A scary night

8066 Saara
Grade: 5

It was raining heavily. I woke up suddenly. Then

someone knocked at the door. I was so scared. For a
while I did not go to the door. Still someone was
knocking at the door. I opened the curtain. A woman in
a black dress was there. Her head was covered with
long and dirty hair. Her nails were very long and black.
I tried to call my parents but the light went out. But to
my great surprise the TV was still switched on. I was so
afraid. I was trembling and sweating all over. I was stuck
there for a while. I screamed and my mother asked me,
“What happened?” It was just a scary dream. But can
this dream come true? Wasn’t it a scary night?

LITTLE JOHNSON HELPS HIMSELF

Mum, Dad,
When I see you, I see in your eyes, You look tough but I know you are 4060 Arjan
the beauty of our relationship. I see not. The officer in the foreign land Grade: 9
all the happy moments spent left his hard-earned job, certificates

together and the ocean of love you
have for me. Your gentle smile and
soothing voice freshens up my
mood, brightens up my day and
gives me encouragement to step
ahead. You have always been a ray
of hope and inspiration in every
step of my life. I duly respect all your
moral values and the way you live
your life-happy and content with
simplicity and satisfaction of having
all your near and dear ones by your
side. Spending time with you, be it
shopping, watching films or just
sitting close by gives me great relief
and immense joy. While everything
around me keeps changing, for
better or for worse, I am puzzled
how your hug is so much comforting
as it always was. You are the
guiding star of my life and I just love
to depend on you.
and medals but not his lessons on
discipline. While you appear to be
a short-tempered and an aggressive
man, with time I’ve realized your
great love for the family and the care
for us hidden behind your harshness.
People outside see you as a man of
command and of dignity, but only
we perceive your kindness, integrity
and the warmer side of you. Only
we are familiar with your sense of
humour. You have a sense of
assurance in yourself. I envy your
strength, your courage and the cool
way of dealing with problems. I
wish to inherit your determination,
patience, dignity and your speech-
the way you address people directly
and frankly. There are yet other
endless reasons why you stand out
in the crowd and that are what
makes you my idol.
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Both of you are to me what a candle
is to a dark room-spreading a
glimmer of hope. You have always
held my hand through things that
have made me nervous. Being near
you and knowing that you are
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always there to support me makes
me stronger. I thank you for all that
you have done for me and just for
being there. I feel grateful to have
shared such a pure relation with
you. I have great love and respect
for both of you. You are my need,
my habit and my addiction.
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Super Hero Once upon a time there was a boy named Jesse. His
father was a kind person. “Always help the people in
need,” he used to advise his son. When Jesse was
seven years old, his father fell terribly ill. There was
inadequate money for his treatment. Because of it, his
condition worsened and after a few days, he passed
away. His mother was the only one to take care of
him. She always used to cry. And one day Jesse was
sent to school. He worked hard because he knew how
hard it was for his mother to take care of him, alone.

7034 Abha 7054 Sarita One day when Jesse was returning from school, he
Class: 6 Class: 6 saw a big crowd near the house. Black smoke was in
the air. He moved ahead. He was shocked to see the
house on fire. Inside the house, there were some
children screaming at top of their voices. There was
no one to help them.
Then Jesse closed his eyes and thought about his father,
the times he enjoyed with him. His father always used
to make others happy and it was the chance to make
his father happy. He stepped towards the house, people
were trying to stop him but they could not. There were
children under the table. He carried the children in his
arms and moved towards the door. He saved those
children. He looked up in the sky. His father was smiling
at him. He fulfilled his father’s dream. People blessed
him and started calling him a Super Hero.

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Class: 6
I opened my door,
And stepped on the ground.
I went straight forward,
As I couldn’t see the world around.
I sat under the tree,
Having no feeling except fear.
I didn’t even notice,
That life was a lake of tears.
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I still thought about him,

With my heart full of pain.
I didn’t even care,
Although it started to rain.

I was still outside,

Shivering in the cold rain.
As there was no one to bring me
an umbrella,
I regret I had lost my friend.
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A poor street child

7107 Hemraj
Grade: 6

It was the day a winter wind was blowing,

A poor street child was walking on the road,
He was totally wet and his clothes were torn,
Because of the cold he was shivering and crying,
He could not walk without pain but he kept on trying,
He cried, cried, cried but nobody came to help him,
At mid-day he saw a big fire glowing as red as a ripe apple,
Now, the betrayed child was happy to see the fire glow,
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Class: 6

Once in a year, I have a fear, $)@^ ;'gLtf

That is when Tihar is near.
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From that day, I have never played with crackers,
As they made my face look like a wrapper.
So I request you all not to play with crackers
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It may damage your life and property dangerously.
(3rd in Poetry Writing Competition)
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8082 Samikshya
Grade: 5
Life is like arithmetic,
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Where friends are added,
Enemies are subtracted,
Sorrows are divided,
And joys are multiplied.
Life is like chemistry,
Evaporating our sorrows,
And giving us crystals of happiness.
Life is like a windy storm,
Neither is it a circus of comedy,
Nor the summer night dream,
So, live it as you like,
Greet it with a big smile,
Life is a pleasure,
To give love is a treasure.
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The image of my dearest lady: my grandmother
M
y grandmother, like
everyone else’s
grandma, was an old
lady. People say that she was a
pretty lady when she was young,
but it’s really hard to believe. She
had been old and wrinkled for all
the twelve years when I knew her.
My grandpa’s photograph was
hung above her bed in her room.
He wore a ‘daura suruwal ‘and a
black coat. His long beard touched
his chest and the Nepali cap he
wore made him look so old. And
as for grandma, she often told us
how she had liked him. That
seemed quite absurd on her part
and we treated it like the fables of
the Prophets she used to tell us
about.
She was a short, fat lady
and was slightly bent. Her face was
mapped with wrinkles running
everywhere. She was really old; so
old that she couldn’t grow
older…like she could never have
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been young. But for me she was
really beautiful! She hobbled about
the house in plain clothes with one
hand resting on her waist to balance
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her stoop and the other hand moving
the beads of her rosaries (mala).
Her white hair was tied up down
till her waist but in a really thin plait.
And her lips moved for prayers
every time. Yes, she was beautiful;
the most beautiful lady for me!
My grandma and I were
good friends. My parents were busy
professionals and had left me with
her since my childhood. Grandma
and I grew constantly closer then.
She used to wake me up in the
morning and take me to the ‘pooja
kotha’ and asked me to pray for
the better day. I too joined my little
hands together and prayed. Then
she got me ready for school. She
used to continue with her bhajans
as she got me ready so that I would
listen to them and know them by
heart. I listened to her because I
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really loved her voice but never
bothered to learn them. Then she
made me have my breakfast and
we both rushed towards my bus
stop. She waved to me as I got into
the bus and I too would be excited
wave back to her. Days passed by
in this same way and I could feel
myself growing old. But grandma
never seemed to grow old. She was
always the same.
When I was nine, my
parents decided to send me to this
school and I had to stay in a hostel
here. I am sure, she must have been
really hurt, really upset to find me
away. I too was really hurt to be
this far from her. I had only known
her as a family and I was really hurt
to be away from her. She dropped
me at school. She didn’t talk much.
She didn’t show any emotions. But
I knew what she felt. Even if she
wouldn’t say it, I could feel. She
just kept murmuring her prayers.
She then just silently kissed my
forehead and left. I was too afraid
thinking if it would be the last time I
could have her kiss.
After around three months,
I got to go back home and see her.
She didn’t look even a day older.
She still had no time for words; busy
praying her chants, she took me in
her arms and hugged me. It was
such a relief, such a satisfaction! I
was really happy to hear her reciting
her prayers. I really had missed it a
lot. I realized it more when I met
her…I had really missed her!
Years went by and I felt no
difference. But last year, on my
vacation I came to know that she
became ill. It wasn’t serious, just a
mild fever and the doctor said that
it would be allright soon. But
grandma took it differently. She told
us that her end was now really near.
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She told us that she had only a few
hours of breathing left. I was really
hurt and angry with her because I
knew nothing would happen to her.
I protested to her harshly but she
ignored it. She lay peacefully in her
bed praying and moving her beads.
Even before we could suspect, her
lips stopped moving and the beads
fell down her fingers. A peaceful
fragrance spread over her face. She
lay lifeless. Mum and dad started
crying. Tears too rolled down my
cheeks. I felt a real tragedy. I loved
her a lot. I knew I couldn’t do
without her. She was the dearest
person in my life and the feeling that
she wouldn’t be with me anymore
ached a lot. My heart felt like it
would burste. I cried really hard.
For the last twelve years of my life,
she had been always with me. She
took care of me, fed me, taught me
everything, hugged me and showed
me the path of my life.
Today I walk on the same
path she showed me. Every morning
I remember her and tell her how
much I miss her. I do with her
prayers and ask for a better day. I
don’t know where she is! Maybe
in the God’s place looking at me;
looking at my work and blessing
me. But I don’t care! I just want to
make her realize that after all she
has left me alone here. I am really
alone Grandma and I really miss
you a lot! I am really missing my
best friend: you, GRANDMA!!!
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And also got a chocolate hat,
Just guess the place, on which I sat,
Of course! It was a chocolate mat.

The sun rose high as it seems,

And melted all the chocolate cream,
And I woke up with a scream,
And found out it was just a dream.

(First in Poetry Writing Competition)

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NEVER
AGAIN
1053 Raunak
Grade: A2
She was dead, and there was nothing he could do.
He could not bring her back. She was the past. He
was scared. Blood was everywhere on the floor;
on his hands and on his clothes. He was crouching
over her, weeping…
Chad was born to sing. He started singing rhymes with
his Granny at first, and then he learnt to sing in the
church. He sang beautifully. When he was twelve, he
was the third row singer in the church.
I liked him ever since I knew him. He was my oldest
friend. I played with him, laughed with him and even
sang with him. I did not know what feelings I had for
him; not until the autumn of 1993. We both had just
finished our high school. Prom night was just around
the corner. I knew who my partner would be - Chad.
He was going to ask me. I waited. Prom night was
just two days away; he still had not asked me. I was
anxious. I gathered my courage to ask him. I
approached him, took a long breath and said, “Chad,
about the Prom-”
He cut me out in the middle, “Oh! Sorry! Sorry! I
forgot to tell you. I am going out with Amy! I asked
her and she accepted! Isn’t it wonderful?”
He smiled at me-a smile that could melt my heart. He
raised his eyes for an approval. I did not want him to
know how I was feeling. I was jealous. But I could
not show it. After all, he should not see it.
“She said yes! Wow! That’s great,” I said. I tried to
fake an excitement as much as I could.
One day before Prom, I asked Roane, the geek, to go
to the Prom with me and he accepted.
The next day, it was the Prom. It was a splendid location:
the eye-catching decorations in the magnificent hotel.
But what caught my eyes was Chad and Amy walking
towards the dance floor, hand in hand. How dare she
hold his hands! I was the one who should have been
there.
I watched him and Amy dance. I was frustrated. I
watched them in each other’s arms throughout the night:
I had to refrain myself from trying to tear them apart.
I watched him whisper something in her ear. She smiled:
a shy smile. Then they walked off the dance floor,
picked up a cocktail each and walked towards the
lobby and then up to the first floor. I knew what he
was up to.
I was furious. I could not bear this any longer. I excused
myself from Roane and walked after them. I could see
them walking into Room No. 108. I walked right to
the door and knocked. Chad came out after a while. I
could sense that I had baffled him.
“Hailey, how come you’re here? How did you know I
was here?” He seemed really surprised but I couldn't
care less.
I started blabbering about how much I loved him and
how he did not see it. I was so angry I barged straight
in, grabbed Amy’s hair and flung her out. Chad was
alarmed by my actions.
I was still blabbering; Chad was trying to push me out.
Amy had long run away out of sight. I was haphazardly
punching Chad but because of his strong build, there
was no effect.
He suddenly pushed me, I was flung inside. Chad was
about to go. I found something on my hand, it was a
knife, which I picked up and started towards Chad.
I don’t know what had got into me. I could not bear
him with anybody else. He was mine. If he did not
accept me, then I would not let him have anybody
else.
I charged towards him, stabbed him in the back, he
yelled out a cry of pain. I was struck. What had I
done I did not want this. This was wild. Suddenly a
pain struck my heart. When I came to my senses, I
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saw that Chad was holding the knife into my heart.
I was in pain. Suddenly I started feeling weak, blood
was coming out from my chest. My sight was blurring
out. The last I saw was a drop of a tear from Chad’s
eyes, his beautiful eyes.
Chad – his eyes, his face, his touch and his voice were
the things which I would see or feel or hear ever
again…… 175
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The bright sunlight rays,
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Think Again......
6125 Aveshree
Grade: 7
· If you do not want to eat bread and butter,think
of the people who are dying because they do not
even have a slice of bread to eat.
· If you are bored of homework and tests, think of
the children working as child laborers.
· If you think that your parents are a headache, think
of children who are orphans.
· If you are about to commit a suicide, think of the
people who are struggling to live.
· If you are on a diet, think of the people who are
suffering from malnutrition.
· If you are going to throw to do your a pair of
trousers just because they’re old-fashioned, think
of the people shivering in the cold.
· If you think your house is not beautiful enough,
think of the people living in the slums.
· If you feel that your life is miserable, think of the
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people begging in the streets.
Now, make sure you all will think again before taking
any step. Before taking any harsh actions, think how
you can help others by not doing one. You should be
satisfied what you have. We should promise ourselves
to donate to the needy and devote ourselves to charity.
Think again…….
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The Dazzling
Sky
4070 Himanshu
Grade: 9
Oh, sweet content, that turns the laborious sweat,
Tears of joy and shines the roughest face,
How often have I sought you high and low?
And found you still in some quiet place,
Here in my room full of happy dreams,
With no life heard beyond that merry sound,
Of months that on my lighted ceiling kiss,
Their shadows as they dance and dance around,
Or, in a garden in a summer’s night,
When I have seen the dark and solemn air,
Blink with the blind bat wings, and heaven’s bright
face,
Twinkle with the stars that shine thousands there.
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2122 Stuti
Grade: A1
The clock struck 12. The chimes
of the clock rung in everyone’s
ears. The people of the space
association were impatiently
waiting for the response from the
space shuttle. Everyone was
worried regarding the delay of the
rocket which was supposed to
land an hour ago. Eric Jackson
remembered that just around 5
pm, he had got an alarming
message which said that the supply
of oxygen in the space shuttle was
decreasing and the people in it
were almost being scared to
death. Eric was sad as he wasn’t
able to do anything. If the scarcity
of oxygen had been the cause of
their delay, he would have to be
responsible for it.
Being confused and frustrated, he
headed for his home without
bothering to inform anyone at the
office. He looked at the sky. The
moon was smiling at him and the
stars were twinkling as
always.
“Starship-11! Why are
you troubling us all so
much? What could
possibly have happened
to you?” he screamed.
“Please god! Do
something that will save
my men. I will never
offend you. I promise
you. “He shouted again.
But then it was no use.
He drove his car at full
speed in frustration.
“Curse the devil! Why
did this have to happen
to me? Why did I have
THE UNEXPECTED JOURNEY
to get into that project? How am I
going to show to the world?” he
mumbled to himself.
He thought about the family of the
astronauts. How would they feel
when they would hear about this?
He scolded himself several times.
Suddenly, a bright light shined in
front of his car. He hit the brakes
immediately. The car screeched to
halt.
Eric got out of the car to see what
the light was the brightness kept on
increasing as he moved closer. He
shut his eyes in pain. A second later
when he opened his eyes, he stared
in disbelief. It was starship-11, the
space shuttle whose absence had
caused such havoc in the station.
He couldn’t believe what he saw.
A voice started calling him.
“Eric! Help me. Eric”
“Oh no! It’s Jacob. He seems to
be in trouble.”
Without thinking for another minute,
he ran into the space shuttle. He
looked around expecting to find his
beloved astronaut friend but he
didn’t see anyone.
The surprising and mysterious thing
was that starship-11 was in perfect
condition. He hovered around the
space shuttle. Suddenly, the vehicle
started to accelerate. Alarmed and
totally confused, Eric started to
shout at the top of his voice.
A voice said, “Don’t panic Eric; we
do not want to hurt you. We just
want you to know about us.”
Eric screamed, “Where is Jacob?
Where are others? Who are you
people?”
“Save your questions for later. We
shall answer them in peace. For
now, why don’t you try pulling the
lever marked ‘open’ in front of
you? We can meet each other
then.”
Eric pulled the lever. A staircase
appeared before him. He followed
it with fear and courage within. He
reached to a large hall.
Three people were seated there.
They were hiding their faces. The
one in the middle said to him, “We
are the people from your
neighboring planet Mars. We have
captured your men and taken over
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this space ship.”
“Why are you doing all this?”
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“Just to draw your attention Eric.
You are the one who can
convince the people of you planet
to prevent the life on earth from
getting destroyed. We want you
to come with us and see what the
whole mars is like compared to
your planet.”
Eric could do nothing but stare.
In a minute, he could feel that he
was far away from hole. He
peered through the portal. He
could see the planet Earth far
away. The shuttle accelerated to
even higher speed.
“Here we are at Mars. This is our
planet. What do you think?” the
man said.
Eric turned back. The space
shuttle had landed in some weird
place. The door of starship-11
opened up. He walked out. He
could see a gigantic building in
front of him.
“This is our space association.”
said the man. Eric said, “I can’t
believe my eyes. I thought that
there was no life on Mars and
now I am here, standing.” The
man removed his mask.
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Eric saw that the man had a green
complexion.
“We people of Mars have a true
desire to save our planet from evil
and negative happenings. We all
have been working on this from
the very first day we learnt to
180 walk. We have found ways to
conserve energy and prevent
pollution, global warming. We
had visited your planet in the
previous month. The situation
was quite pathetic. People had no
love for their home planet. They
don’t know how to utilize their
intelligence for the planet. They
are too busy inventing destructive
devices.”
“That I know, but why have you
captured this spaceship?”
“We have no evil intention. Your
men are safe in our hospital. They
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shall be sent to earth in a few
minutes. We want to take you Kjfn
around the planet for a tour.”
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of the space shuttle and it flew.
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collected from the turbines. The
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of waste and pollutant. The
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difference between Earth and
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the trip was over, Eric said to the
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for giving me this chance to roam
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around your planet and learn this
lesson. I want to go back now. I
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planet coming up for me.” dnfO{ t nfU5 ;a}sf] lbdfudf g}
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“Daddy! Daddy! Wake up!”
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someone was shouting.
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his bed at home. His son smiled. sf]xL t xfdLnfO{ Ps ljsl;t,
Eric glanced at the newspaper in
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his son’s hand. The giant letters
of the headlines caught his gaze:
“STARSHIP-11 IS BACK!!!”
Eric smiled at himself.
A bright light shined in front of
his car. He hit the brakes
immediately. The car screeched
to halt.
(Second in original story writing
competition)