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, August 16, 2019

The Castle of Broken Dreams

Rishita Neema, Class X B

It was another monotonous day in London. But not for Bill Roberts. He was always very enthusiastic and full of life. Whenever anyone felt sad, they knew who to approach first. As Bill was returning to his house, he realised that the streets were almost empty. It didn’t make sense to him, but nothing was going to spoil his mood. All of a sudden, he felt a shove and fell to the ground.
“No one is waiting for you at home, Mr. Roberts. Why don’t you spend the rest of your life with us?” A surprised Bill turned to face two weird-looking green men. But before he could say anything, one of the men shot a green laser at him and everything went black.
When he woke up, he rubbed his eyes. He was in a dark and misty place. At first he heard nothing, but then he heard someone weeping. For once, he didn’t care. He suddenly felt despair, so much grief! All his dreams had been shattered. He would not be able to do anything.
Yet, he got up. In the corner of the room he saw some people who were either crying of were lost in abject misery. For the sake of those people, he couldn’t be sad. He had to help. He simply knew he wanted to help them.
He approached a little girl and asked her, “Where are we?”
“This is the Castle of Broken Dreams.”
He asked, “Why is everyone sad?”
A young man replied, “Because we are lost. Our dreams are broken.”
Bill Roberts spoke in a cheerful tone, “Do you know, I want to go to the beach. I want to collect shells. I have a dream to make an awesome collection of shells. Oh come on everyone. We all have dreams. These monsters can’t take them away from us.”
His words had an immediate effect. They all smiled. And then everything went black again.
They all woke up together near a beach.
“We are free!”, they screamed with delight.
“Yes, we are free. Free to dream and to believe in who we want to be.”
Feeling the happiness of a man who had done a good deed, Bill returned home. Though he was never able to explain those two green men, he felt joyous to have made people dream, because dreaming was everyone’s joy and right too!

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Mars – The Green Planet

Shruti Laddha, Class X B

“No one is waiting for you at home, Mr. Roberts. Why don’t you spend the rest of your life with us?” A surprised Bill turned to face two weird-looking green men who were creepily smiling at him and waiting for an answer. This was the first thrill he had experienced during his expedition to Mars. He inspected the two creatures, wide-eyed. They had large ears popping out of their weirdly small heads. They had webbed hands and feet, like those of a salamander.
Bill stuttered, “Hello! My name is Bill Roberts. Who are you?”
One of the green creatures replied, “I am Sirl and this is my friend Kaa. You are from Earth. Come with us.” Saying this, they led Bill to a large dome like structure.
Bill was astonished at the sight. So many green little things were roaming around, busy with their work. As soon as Kaa clapped to gain attention, all the faced turned towards Bill. Sirl announced, “Friends! This creature is from Earth.” This was followed by Bill being examined by the green people. They found him to be an interesting subject. They treated Bill like a king. He was given shakes, burgers, candies and was adorned with a satin cape. Bill learned a lot about Mars and its people. He realised that they could read his mind and then, all of it made sense.
He had the time of his life, after which he requested some of the technological experts to repair his spaceship. They did so in a minute! Reluctantly, Bill bid farewell to all his new buddies and got into his spaceship.
It zoomed off back to Earth. Bill had amazing experiences to share when he got back. He knew, no one would believe him, yet he wanted to narrate his story to everyone. After all, his childhood dream of being friends with aliens had come true!

Friday, August 09, 2019


Rashi Soni, Class VI F

It feels so good to be out and free,
Jumping hurdles or climbing a tree.
This is what I truly call life,
Like in your heart has been thrust joy’s knife.

He runs and plays and shouts of joy,
Playing pirates and shouting “Land Ahoy”.
Then he comes and nicely sleeps,
Until the sun from amongst the clouds peeps.
Again he wakes and plays and runs,
And thus again all the fun begins.

Wednesday, August 07, 2019

A Teacher

Nandini Jain, Class VIII G

A teacher is who gives us new learning and new experiences
It is not only a professor, a school teacher, a saint or our parent
Life, our biggest teacher, has a dynamic personality
It sometimes can help us, sometimes make us learn more
And sometimes life can make us as strong as a rock

It is the most decorous as well the most gentle
Who at all times only makes us learn through hardships
This life is our true teacher.
A tough and strict one.

Monday, August 05, 2019


Nandini Jain, Class VIII G

Only the one who tries can succeed
One, who after being unsuccessful, does not give up hope
One, who may not achieve what he expected
But always says today I gave my best and
Says will give his best tomorrow also
Only such a one succeeds in life.

Friday, August 02, 2019