Why this blog?

The nascent and fresh minds of students are so creatively inclined that they have the ability to bring into being a universe of their own. They are little tyros who would, with time, unfold into verves, momentum or sensations of various creative dimensions. A chalk sculptor, a clay artist, an amateur painter of Madhubani, Warli, a dabbler of still life, a budding poet, a tenderfoot writer or a fledgling lyricist – one gets all varieties of creatively-aligned students covered in a seemingly dilettantish peel. We at Shishukunj aspire to provide a humble platform to all such potentials to smatter around and mature into the perfection that they are seeking to epitomize or become! This blog is thus an endeavor that would allow all Shishyans to just play around with their latent artistic caliber and enjoy the bliss of a “BRAVO” from known and unknown quarters.

Friday, April 19, 2019

The Fate of the Wanderer

Manvay Rawat, Class IX G

The sailor had a choice to make,
While stuck in a terrible storm.
For this time he had to decide
What is right and what is wrong.

By moving ahead he would be a hero,
Foes envious but he deserved the praise.
Yet the risk remained where it was
For the storm could harm in different ways.

Not moving would make him safe,
The ocean, his guard and sky his mate.
He could have lived in the ship itself,
Leaving the fake life far behind.

But when did timidness lead to victory?
Without hurdles no one can have success.
With this thought in mind,
The valiant continued his voyage.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Book Review: Great Expectations

Rudra Khandelwal, Class VIII A

Great Expectations is one of Charles Dickens’ most renowned works. It was published in 1861. Pip is a young orphan boy who resides with his sister and her husband. He knows that he will grow up to become a blacksmith just like his brother-in-law. But an anonymous benefactor settles a lavish allowance on him. He settles in London and starts a new life. His new found prosperity and his eternal love for his childhood friend Estella changes his life in many ways.
Great Expectations is generally termed as a bildungsroman. Bildungsroman is a German word for novels that show the psychological development of the central character.
Like all of his great novels, Great Expectations has Dickens’ brilliant use of character and plot. Great Expectations is one of the best stories I have read. Full of romance, courage and hope. It is a brilliant evocation of a time and a place.

Monday, April 15, 2019


Adi Dantre, Class XII-C

Is it really that difficult to be happy? No, it isn’t. 

I consider happiness as an intricate relation between self and actions. But nowadays we have this imaginary wall between self and action. This wall doesn’t belong to Trump and it’s not even made of commonly available building material. It’s made up of a bit of every part of you, that either wants you to be unreasonably sad or wants you to be non/under productive. In some cases, that part is also made up of prolonged thought over silly moments of unexplainable interaction with fellow humans or a prolonged need for attention. I won’t say that the latter two aren't ‘serious’ components of the wall. They’re just not something that should be constituting the wall. 

At times when I walk down the hallway, I see some acquaintances approach me and ask, “Why are you so sad?” I say, “I’m not”. But, what I really want to say is, “You know what, I’m bursting with happiness, but, I see no reason to be frolicking around the school campus to do that, even though sometimes, I might actually do that.” 

We have made happiness into quite an alien concept, like we have audiobooks, books and all that self-help stuff to be happy in life, but, what we need to buy is the idea that you have to be happy all the time, without any self-help stuff. Besides, when you’re happy you have this simple invisible-yet-super-aura around you. You’ll feel it, along with those around you. You must have seen in paintings of holy saints and deities, this circle of light behind them. Don’t you get it? It’s the aura, that starry glow of aura is there with them for they rest in perpetual happiness. 

‘Why not be happy’ is the question. As I said, when you’re happy, you’ll have this aura around you and others will feel it. People who care for you will search for ways and reasons to keep that happiness alive for as long as possible while others might do things that sadden you.  

Feel free to be happy everywhere, for believe me that one of these days I’m taking a big hammer to break down that wall made up of all that non-happiness and let all that happiness flow in like water broken out of a dam. 

Over and out.

Friday, April 12, 2019


By Avi Shrivastava, Class X G

Deep in the lap of timber I lay,
Resting over the comfortable hay,
Where the river makes its own way,
I feel at home though home's far away,
Where the night ends with glamorous day
I lay at night over a flowery bouquet.

Where the flight of birds
leaves me without words,
Where the doe teaches the young to move in a herd,
The news which only the wind has heard
Of skies making the sight blurred,
I think they might have had a word.

Now comes down the rain,
Inviting by the banks, flocks of cranes,
Where everything has its own charm,
Some please others, some might harm,
I call it God's creation great,
Oh Nature! Path to heaven straight!

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

A Poem

Lakshya Somani, Class XI B

Is it the rhyme that builds it?
Or the depth of emotions?
Is it the use of vocabulary?
Or metaphors set into motion?
Is it a combination of letters,
One that touches the heart?
Or is it just a method,
To pen down all our thoughts apart?
A wise man once told me,
A writer is not one who can write down what he feels,
A writer is one who can make the reader,
Feel without it being real.
Till this day I recite these words wherever I roam,
Not one, but all of these things, finally make a poem.

Monday, April 08, 2019

A Thousand Shades of Day

Lakshya Somani, Class XI B

In the morning, illuminated by white light, the sky is shaded in a hue of light blue. A sense of peace, a sense of hope, instilled in Prashant’s mind. The chirping of the birds, the sound of the water hitting the river bank, a perfect harmony.

As the day proceeds, the rays of light get deeper, the sun rises higher, strengthening Prashant’s body along with the hope and will to live the day.

A day beginning with motivation, leading to hard work, now reaches the stage of fading. Prashant returns home, he cannot miss this beautiful opportunity of sitting in the veranda, sipping tea, and eating biscuits, watching the sunset.

And as the sun does set, there comes the evening. People are tired, having exhausted themselves with the day’s work. With the darkening of the sky, they look for a reward, to go out with friends and family. So does Prashant. If only he knew he was about to witness another shade of the day.

While Prashant was driving along the sea, adoring the skyline, a dark and menacing storm gathered. Furious wind began to beat against the houses with a speed and fury that Prashant had never witnessed before.

Lightning strikes and unfortunately it is Prashant’s car which is its target. What is more unfortunate is that Prashant is seated in it. Poor soul, wandering the city, enjoying the rest of the day, only to meet the end of his life.

The car catches fire, the storm settles, as Prashant’s body gets destroyed in the fire. It starts raining, calming the fire, leaving just smoke, and ash.

At last, even the rain stops, late night sets in, illuminated again by the moonlight. The chirping of insects and birds can be heard.

Away, in some hospital, a child is born. Maybe it is Prashant’s rebirth. The night turns into morning, and there remain, a thousand shades of day.

Friday, April 05, 2019

The Bazaar

Aaheli Roy, Class VIII E

When I checked the fridge, there was no food 
And I could do nothing but drool
So I picked up my bag and went to the bazaar
A place which was very far.

Now rumors go around that it’s a strange place
With flying pots and a magical race
Funny shopkeepers with a mysterious past
And the shoppers there are never the last.

I saw a man breathing fire, and a genie lamp
And the atmosphere over there was pretty damp
People placing bets on theories and watching shows
An auction being held which got everyone on their toes.

Seeing everything there put me in shock
Guess I forgot what I was there for!