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.

Tuesday, August 08, 2017

The Start of the End

Ananya Singh, Class XII A

The beginning of the last year…
It was 7:30 am and students had already started walking into the building of the Shishukunj International School. The Senior Wing as they call it. There was already a queue for the uniform check. Some students were already caught, not red-handed but for dirty shoes or unkempt uniform. It had become a tradition not just a daily routine.
But that morning was different. As I stepped out of the bus, a cool breeze was blowing and when I saw from a distance that the teachers were there to check our uniform at the entrance, the reality hit me.
This is the last year that our batch would undergo the uniform check. Suddenly, I started feeling all grown up. Time had played a game with us and it was pretty clear that it was time to make a final move, to end the game.
We came to the school long ago as tiny tots and now we’d been groomed into elderly kids, ready to walk out into the world of grownups. We surely had passed our tests and reached the finale of ‘How to be a good kid’. Now it was time for us to start practicing ‘how to be a grown up’. 
Life may not be fair always, but it surely is what you make of it. It’s a kaleidoscope. No matter how you shake it, you’d always get a beautiful pattern. Same here. Various good and not so good shakes later, we are a beautiful pattern, preparing to move out to impress the world with our uniqueness. 

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