Issue 2 , 2012, May

The children must always be wondering

About one man, of all they can;

The housemaster and his game plan!

And they must be saying,

“What is he, what sort of a man?

Why is he after our life?

Hasn’t he a child, a wife?

We are grown ups, can’t he see?

Why can’t he just let us be?

Always beating about the bush.....

Dress up properly, be on time,

Tuck your shirt, that’s no way to dine,

Speak in English, polish your shoes,

Where is your belt, where is your vest?

Stop fooling around you thick head,

Settle your cupboard, make your bed,

You better do this, you better do that

You need a haircut full and flat,

And blah.... blah.... blah....

Till every time we have to console our nerves.”

But that this poor man,

Harps on and on and on,

Is not for any delight,

No one sees the soft heart

Behind the harsh voice,

No one seems to understand

He is duty bound to go round and round

Till he strikes a balance profound

Ode to the housemaster And yet,

All this is in vain

When someone points out,

“Hey you, Satan,

You are a boarder if I am not mistaken!”

But this man can’t give up.

When afternoon comes yawning deep,

And just when he wants a little sleep,

There comes a buzzing, the seize,

“Can you sign a debit voucher, my gate pass

please?”

And in the bright evening,

When the world’s awake, when kids rejoice,

He steals his way for an interstice,

Yummy—a sleepy spice!

And just when he is about to retire,

The vicious ringing of the phone strikes,

“There are parents waiting for you sire.”

Up early morning till late in the night,

Even on a Sunday no respite,

What a madness, what a sight,

Housemaster’s struggle, what a plight!

At every dawn he starts, stands upright

For yet another challenge, yet another fight,

From his dreams, woken as if by lashes,

Like a phoenix rising from its ashes.

Mr. Vivek Pant

A newsletter or a magazine from a hostel or a school reflects the intellectual caliber and the crea-

tive energy of the people there. It leads to bonding of people and makes them learn to organize

their work and manage their time. Moreover, it provides healthy entertainment and channelization of their energies.

A happy ‘Residence’ (boarding house) and a happy school must have a variety of students and idea

driven publications to keep the place vibrant. "Schools can call themselves great and successful, but I would leave it to others to judge us: I believe in a happy as also a happening world. A news-

letter makes a happening world, and reports on it too. What better name than ‘The Coffee House’? Ideas are like beans that are plucked and crushed.

Like the beans are crushed and roasted, so do you mull over your ideas. Just as this powder is packed so are your ideas packed in a newsletter / magazine. You mix your coffee with milk and

cream and sugar and top it with chocolate, etc, and that is how your writings are mixed with those of others and then served in good crockery or mugs or you design a good cover.

Coffee houses of the last century had a collection of intellectuals sitting there to discuss ideas or even just casual visitors who came to these places to sip their coffee and

relax. ‘The Coffee House’ of SIRS (Scholars in Residence) gives all that

and even more – an insight into the world of the young.

I am not a regular writer nor can do much research. I write as I speak;

ramble and make it narrative or even anecdotal. Take it or leave it is my belief. However, TCH must have all styles of expression.

In a fit of madness, Rhitik, one of the sub editors of ‘The Coffee House’ (TCH) asked me to contribute a piece for its second issue. Perhaps

it was his way of taking his revenge with me, because I had been pushing him and his friends all

these days to write for the inaugural TCH. He knows that one cannot easily get the sub editor off

one’s back for, after all, his team of sub editors and their editor have managed to bring out the first eminently readable issue of TCH at the end of the Christmas Term: They now wear the glow of tri-umph and fulfillment. “See, we have done it!”

As this editorial team handed over the inaugural issue to the Principal, he said, “What about the

second issue?” Pat came the reply, “We have already got some articles and drawings and photo-graphs for the second issue.” The eyes of the Principal twinkled. When the Board thanked the Prin-

cipal for his support to them, he said in his characteristic natural and simple style, “Which Princi-pal would not support such an enthusiastic team and such a laudable project?” He went on to pull out the publications of Mayo College thereby urging the Genesian scholars to do even better. . . . ..

………After all, we have some old Mayo staff as out mentors and some Mayo boys in residence.

Mission TCH

As a little boy in Scindia I looked up with awe at the people who wrote

for the school fortnightly and the teachers who were the editors by turn.

When I came to Doon, I found that Doon not only produced The Doon

School Weekly almost from its inception, but the students played a sig-

nificant role in collecting the articles as well as editing them and assist-

ing the Manager (in charge) in reading the proofs week after week even

through the exams: Never was the issue delayed or made into a double

issue despite the fact that teachers and students came and went. With

time, the students and the staff got together to bring out more and more publications in different

disciplines. The young Board of TCH is sure that they, too, aim high. Why not? After all, the schol-

ars (students) of Genesis have to aim high.

Though I was quite ignorant of the intricacies of bringing out The Weekly and had remained a

reader for most of my tenure at Doon, I always nursed a desire to run The Weekly one day. It was a

challenge to one’s ability. The teachers, who looked after The Weekly, had a special position in

school and the students who were on the Board were a breed apart. Both the Manager and the edi-

tors went on to excel themselves in their lives in varied fields. As I took over the reins of The Week-

ly, my editor taught me the symbols of proof reading and the whole procedure of bringing it out. I

was flabbergasted to find that we never ran out of articles or cartoons or letters to the editor. Of

course, there were errors but they were never brushed off as printer’s devil and surely, the writings

had to be original – no plagiarism. Indeed, a tall order: Moreover, the issues had to remain readable

week after week. The Headmaster got to read The Weekly like any other reader instead of the edi-

tor having to take his clearance for any article or letter: The Board was its own censor – but we had

to remain dignified and not hit below the belt. We had to be responsible for what we said. In case of

any controversy, readers were free to express their views though the column ‘Letters to the Editor’.

Controversies were taken in the right spirit.

Both as a reader and the Manager (in charge) of The Weekly at Doon for some time, it was a great

learning experience for me in every way. So, as I became part of GGS, a school as young as just ten

months then, I was delighted to find that it already had ‘The Trumpet’ in its 5th issue as a quarterly.

Before I could even settle down in GGS, ‘The Trumpet’ had been converted into a monthly with a

spate of articles from the Junior School in a very colourful edition. Its designing left me aghast. Hon-

estly, I could never have myself managed such a periodical for I was used to simple black and white

editions with pages of two or three columns: often just a four page edition or eight pages at times.

Why ‘The Trumpet’? I was told not that GGS lacks modesty but to let others blow the trumpet for

Genesis Global School. Interesting!

The scholars in residence (SIRS) i.e. the boarders have really bowled me over when, led by their Em-

peror, Vivek Pant announced that before the year was out, they would bring out a four colour issue

of ‘The Coffee House’. It was to be a bi annual magazine, one for the Christmas Term and the

other for the Holi Term going into 30 or more pages. They even got an

immediate sanction for 1000 copies from the Principal without even

working out the budget for it.

I could not believe them!

There were not even 100 SIRS in Residence (Res) extending from Class 1

to Class IX at present. Of these, just about 20 could have written for TCH:

How could they bring out anything very readable or even printable?

Months dwindled to weeks and weeks to days and even the dead lines

came and went: I had seen an eye catching cover designed by Prerak and David: As ever efficient

Ekta Bhasin, the Secretary to the Principal, kept assuring us that the printer will deliver these cop-

ies “Next day!” The day came and went but no copies of TCH as the printer had had some problems

with our proofs or our choice of fonts at places or shade of the font colours. I had given up hopes but

not the Board nor Vivek Pant for they believed in Ekta, our bridge with the printer.

Suddenly, one evening came the security guard to my office that the cop-

ies of The Coffee House had been delivered at the gate. I couldn’t have

waited to open the lot, but I was warned by the head of security that they

had been instructed at the gate not to open the consignment, as it had to

be endorsed by the Accounts Office. Thus, Vivek Pant had it deposited in

the office of the Principal for the night.

The next morning, Ekta breezed into my office with the copy of TCH sent,

most courteously, by the Principal to me. I really felt greatly touched by

this gesture of the Principal – and his humility. I rang up VVP (Vivek

Pant) to come over together with the Board – the true guardians of TCH –

immediately to my office. We did not quite open any bottles of Champaign but did congratulate

and thanked each other. Yes, we were all satisfied as we had accomplished Mission TCH. What had

started one evening in the Common Room time as a casual conversation was indeed a reality.

In a swift move, and without much ado, VVP had divided the copies into sets for each section and

had it delivered personally all over the school so as to avoid any further delay.

The name of this biannual by SIRS has its own flavor like good cup of coffee as the inaugural issue

showed – bitter-sweet-frothy and served in an attractive container. I have always liked coffee but I

like ‘The Coffee House’ even better!

Now we all will be waiting for TCH issue after issue: After all, don’t we trust our writers, and why

not? They have done it once and will do it again!

Mr. Amar Nath Dar .

Have I no normal pulse? Have I no human heart?

Am I not affectionate towards you? Had I never had a normal start?

Tired of this nonsense

This human also feels ashamed Does no one care for this one? Am I an animal to be tamed?

No answers to my questions Does this mean I am dumb?

Or that no one can hear me? My throat is stuck by a lump

Have I never been seen As a soul in the crowd?

Why am I always pointed out? And why am I being shouted at, so loud?

I ask you, reader

Can you not read my words? Or my writing is also inhuman

Do you also agree with the stupid world?

Don’t I use words? That all the “humans” do

Am I just like weed in your backyard? Am I no human to you?

Ruchi Bhasin (Class IX)

Am I no human?

Christmas

On the night before Christmas I woke up with a scare,

I had a dream About people in despair!

There was no Santa

Nor any gifts! It seemed like a normal day

With people going for their office shifts

Wasn’t it Christmas? There was no joy at all!

As there was neither Santa nor any candy stall.

Suddenly late in the morning We heard the sound of sleigh bells-

It was Santa Claus at last!

We jumped with joy Because now finally our Christmas could be wonderful

With presents so beautiful!

Neeyati Uppal (Class VIII)

Millions of people are dying Because our leaders are lying.

They are doing corruption Without any interruption

Taking money from our home, From India to Rome.

Our leaders are resting

But the good people are protesting. The Swiss banks are enjoying

And the poor people are crying.

Taxes are going high, Protesters will still try But they can’t do it all

Until we block the mall, And take a pledge to go off the hedge And bring back all the black money.

Otherwise calling ourselves ‘Indians’ will be funny

Aviral Kapoor (Class IX)

Corruption

The whiff of the drug, The feel of the pipe,

You’re stuck in a smug, A never ending hype.

Light another cigarette,

Drugs

Pop another pill,

You’re stuck in some bet

And it’s going downhill.

Your teeth are turning yellow…

Your house is a plain mess.

You used to be so mellow,

Now you’re just depressed

The addictions getting worse,

Your body’s begging for more.

You curse the horrible curse!

And then you hit the floor.

Praneet Anand (Class VIII)

Incredible India!

The fairs charm us,

The bazaars attract us

Every other city has a street market where

We can buy everything –

From basic spices to antique jewellery!

The smell, the sound, the sight, the commotion

It’s a scene worth living, every moment of it–

The buzz is electrifying

The understanding is satisfying

The culture, the tradition,

The festivities, the rituals,

The marriages, the dances and the songs –

The color, the joy, the peace the charm

This is my country India Where love is our common language,

Where elders are revered Truly India, incredible India!

Neeyati Uppal (Class VIII)

You are a person Who makes life easier and better

For everyone around you. Your continuous acts,

Your funny acts, Make me feel happy and funny everyday.

What you did for me Will glow in my memory,

Reviving pleasant feelings Every time I think about it.

I appreciate you And I thank you for being

Such a nice person in my life… Naina Uppal (Class VIII)

A person like you

Numbar shumbar One, one- can I have some fun?

Two, two - always polish your shoe Three, three - climb the tree

Four, four - Let’s clean the floor Five, five - never disturb the bees in the hive

Six, six- keep your body fixed Seven, seven - why not go to heaven?

Eight, eight - be a person who is said to be great Nine, nine - be in a line

Ten, ten - try to write neatly with a pen Apoorv Khosla (Class IX)

The shadow

We moved to a new house Which looked creepy and old. That was probably the reason

Why it had been sold.

That night as I lay awake, I heard a sound which was creepy.

I thought it was our pet dog, So I decided to check though I felt sleepy.

I went out of my room

And saw a tall shadow. It probably belonged to a thief

Who was slim and narrow.

I ran back to my room And hid under the bed,

And tried not to roll off to sleep Keeping sleep out of my mind, I lay in stead.

I waited and I waited

Till finally it was dawn. Then I got up from under my bed

Hoping the thief was gone.

I slowly crept forward And peeped out of the door,

And there I saw The shadow, in the same place as before.

And then I gathered all my courage

And went forward to see Who it was.

Well, it was only a tree!

Rene Thakur (Class VII)

This is where I go

This is where I go, when I go: It’s a room with no windows and no doors:

And walls that are thin enough for me to see and hear, But are too thick to break through.

I am there, but I am not there. I am pounding on the door” Let me out!”

But nobody can hear me.

This is where I go, when I go: To a country where everyone's face looks different from mine,

And the language is the act of not speaking, But still the noise is everywhere in the air we breathe.

I am doing what the people are doing,

I am trying to communicate,

But no one has bothered to tell me that these people cannot hear.

This is where I go, when I go:

Somewhere completely, unutterably orange. This is where I go, when I go:

To a place my body becomes a piano, full of black keys: Only the sharps and the flats;

When everyone knows that to play a song

That others want to hear, you also need the white keys. This is why I come back, To find those white keys.

This is often my nightmare, my thoughts scary and black

Shinjini Mathur (Class XI)

Gentleman

Muscular body of mine,

Beautiful body of mine, Slowly -slowly growing taller.

Thanks to mom’s dishes

Made in Dalda, Fortune, Good Health refined. Soya, Mustard makes them light,

Muscular body of mine, Beautiful body of mine,

One man asks me, “How are you? Would you like a drag or two?”

I tell him “No thank you.

I’ll have good food and good health You can keep your smoke with you.”

Muscular body of mine

Beautiful body of mine One man asks me, How are you?

Would you like a chocolate or two? All I can say is “I love you.”

Muscular body of mine

Beautiful body of mine

Tejas Gulati (Class III)

Another fresh year is here, Another year to live,

To banish every worry, doubt and fear, To love, laugh and give!

This bright New Year has inspired me

To live each new year with zest, To daily grow and try to do

My highest and my best!

Neeyati Uppal (Class VIII)

The new year!

There is darkness outside,

Owls creeping on all the sides. Bats screeching, looking for blood,

Weird shadows haunt the road.

Thick black stillness all around

Wolves howl sensing the supernatural,

The owl’s eyes stare at us, My friends and I are shuddering inside

My tree house!

Hardik Jaimani(Class V)

The night shapes

Selfish king

Once upon a time there was a King named Drakshar. He was very rich but selfish. He had no pity for the poor. He used to make the villagers work a lot. The villagers were very upset about this. They decided that they would not accept this King’s orders but one guy said: “he has a giant army! He can finish off this village”. The king saw a change in the behaviour of the villagers and decided to make three very tricky questions and if any of the villagers could answer them he or she would be the new king. Well there was a man named Ram, he was very clever. Ram went to the King’s palace saying that he could answer those questions. The King asked him, “For how long shall I live?”. Ram answered, “Well I think you should be killed right now because the King who is selfish and thinks about his wealth before his kingdom shouldn’t be living”. The King was guilty (He did not show it). He answered sternly, “OKAY! Anyway, what is the strength of my army?” Ram answered, “Army hah, a bunch of underpaid slaves. Who’d like to work for such a man: who never paid them proper wages and has no values and morals.” The King did not have the strength to ask him the third question, he was already very sad about the way the common man thought of him. He could not sleep that night and decided to call Ram to his palace the next day. Ram came thenext day, the King sat on a seat in front of him and

apologized for whatever he had done , he reduced the taxes and made Ram a minister in his court

for his honesty and bravery. Moral of the story: “Work is our duty, reward is not our concern.”

Varun Gupta (Class VI)

When I see hundreds of people in a traffic jam all you can hear is po-po pee-pee, everyone is in a

hurry. When I go to school my teachers say “Manav tomorrow is the last day for submitting the work”. So, even I have to be quick while completing my work. I am a 5-day resident, when I go back my parents keep asking me, “Beta homework karliya aapne?” So even at home I can’t live

peacefully! In school while exams are going on we have to be fast, almost everywhere in this country we have to be fast. But seriously, I am tired of all this: do this fast or do that fast. But now

when I came to residence I have realized time has great value and what’s gone is gone. So make the most of it. Today I am very happy because I’ve been using my energy in the right direction and managed my time well!

Manav Singh (Class VII)

My life is a race

Citius, Altius, Fortius

I believe that just because a school is global or has modern facilities; it does not become the best.

Even if the teachers are experienced it does not become an international school, or even re-nowned on the national map. I believe that it is all in the hands of the scholars for all this, and

much more, to happen.

Genesis Global School is one school that possesses all these qualities – and more. We have schol-

ars who are eagerly waiting for exchange programmes, scholars who are spending their free time reading and learning in the most interactive and joyful way. Our scholars have a great potential, which is why it’s not hard to believe that there are already three school publications – The Trum-

pet (Monthly) and The Coffee House (Biannual), Buzz (monthly) – We are now soon to begin a wall magazine in our school which will be released by the Creative Writing Club of the school.

Talented as we are, I know that perfection is yet to be achieved. “Citius, Altius, Fortius” is the motto of the Olympic Games that are held once every four years. It means “Faster, Higher, and Stronger”. Our mentors give us space and encourage us and the scholars are increasingly seizing

opportunities to express themselves in various ways: We are learning to compete against our-selves. With a little more sustained effort from the scholars, we can attain perfection easily. The

key words here are compassion, teamwork, understanding and diligence. Let then this be our in-spiration – Keep moving forward and not ever to look back.

Nishka Malik (Class IX)

I woke up at around midnight. Something was disturbing me and not letting me rest. Since I’m a vampire, I’m always alert. When I got up, I saw that all my other vampire buddies were sitting be-side me. I was shocked to see them here at this moment. I looked around to see my human friends deep in slumber. Suddenly, my fangs started to emerge. An uncontrollable sensation arose inside me. Blood…yes! I was tempted by the smell of the blood which I could hear pumping through their veins. It meant that all my human friends were in danger, but the breed of vampires to which we belonged, was not allowed to drink any human blood. All of a sudden, one of my friends named Sid, pounced upon one of my friends. His blue eyes were shining in the dark. He was about to at-tack my friends when two others, Ron and Jack, threw him against the wall. I requested them not to fight and told Sid to remain calm. He told me that he was very thirsty and the irresistible smell of blood was making it difficult for him to control himself. After this unpleasant incident, we decided to go for a walk outside. All my vampire friends start-ed to sing and when I was sure that they were all in a good mood, I decided to tell them about my new school. I told them that I had met a new vampire there. His name was Nick. He seemed like a nice guy: there was something different about him. As we became friends, he told me about the day he died. We sat in silence. Even after so many years it still amazes me how these beautiful creatures could be so dangerous. Their snow white faces shone in the moon light and their eyes kept changing colour from green to blue, from blue to red. The lips, red as ever as if dripping human blood. Vampires are creatures of the night because their life is full of darkness and misery. They can live as many years as they want but at the cost of having to witness their loved ones leaving them. People think that vampires are dangerous and that they attack humans at first sight. Before making these stories, human beings don’t even think that vampires could actually be residing in the same world as theirs. With this thought, memories came flooding back to me. I started thinking of the time when I was “alive”. How could I forget my friends who had betrayed me? My own friends had turned against me: Just because of money! How they killed me without any pity. Just because of one thing – My wealth! I wanted to cry for a long time and just sit over there. I knew that I could do anything for my vampire friends. I knew that they loved me and they cared for me. I was crying when Fiona came over to my side and hugged me. I felt like I was hugging a block of ice but it was still comforting. She was exactly like my sister, whom I loved the most. She had died right after I had turned. Now it was around five in the morning which meant my friends had to go. I wished that they could stay for some more time, but they had to leave. They promised to come again the next day. With a blink of my eye they were gone. As I was lying on my bed, I was wondering how humans had created so many myths about vam-pires. However, some people wish to be vampires as they think our life is thrilling. In reality, they don’t know how miserable it is. Then I closed my eyes, just to wake up the next day and see the world in which many creatures of the darkness reside.

Raymon Singh Ghanghas( Class IX)

My vampire story

My name is Warawuth Khan and my friends call me Sun. I am 16 years old and I come from Thai-land. Genesis Global School is the school for everyone and every country. This school is one of the top schools in India. The school takes good care of the ‘scholars’ (students) and has a very high standard of education. We also have interactive boards which make it easy and interesting for me to understand what we are taught in the class. The school has many sports, like horse riding, football, shooting, badminton, tennis, cricket, etc. ‘Scholars’ (students) in the school are very helpful and very friendly. When I had first come to this school, I didn’t know much of English but now I have improved a lot and along with that I am also trying to learn some Hindi. This school is very clean and is also a green school with very good se-curity arrangements. The hostel is very nice. I have four roommates :– Prerak (very talkative), David (best friend), Mridul (good friend) and Han-Sae-Park (friend from Korea). The hostel provides many things for us to make us comfortable and we even have some ‘mentors’ (teachers) to help us and guide us . During the weekends, the 7- Day Residents (boarders) are taken for outings many a time. The food is healthy (the meal chart has been framed by a nutritionist for the students) and delicious. I like the school and all my friends and also I don’t feel like changing my school. I want to finish my education in this school and then go back to Thailand.

Warawuth Khan - Sun (Class IX)

Hostel Life and School Life

Love, Luck and Laughter

Being loved, being lucky and always laughing is an aspect of life which we all long for. Love, luck and laughter are three simple words in any dictionary but to me they are the philosophy of life. This phrase was first used by the Irish to bless the families of those on war front. Gradually, this came to be known worldwide and was used commonly. You must have seen this sign on many birthday and greeting cards but do you really know exactly what this phrase means? Love, which we all know is the feeling of compassion and closeness towards the other person. Luck means chances of something fine happening in your favor. And laughter is when we are amused or happy. These three things combine to make a person’s life full of mirth and joy. We

all look for them in our lives and when we do find them, we don’t want them to leave us. These are things one cannot buy, no matter how rich he becomes. He would still long for comfort in a loved one’s arms and would still feel incomplete without the hearty laughter of his friends around him. He would still feel lone-ly and left alone in times of crisis and troubles. But who would want to live a dreadful life like this? Everyone loves the com-pany of their family with whom they spend time and share their happiness with. We all know that nothing can console an upset soul more than a warm and comforting smile. So let’s make a promise to ourselves that we will always spread love, luck and laughter in the world so that sorrow and misery may depart our lives, glee and bliss may fill our lives and our world.

Shinjini Mathur (Class IX )

It was a Sunday in August 2011, when I was playing table tennis with some of the 7 - Day Resi-dents (boarders). Suddenly someone screamed, “Sir, there is a bird outside the residence!” I ran, and found a cute Budgerigar. It seemed exhausted from heat and hunger. I gently took it in my palm and gave some water to my new friend. Surprisingly, it did not try to escape from my hands. It was not the first time that I had a Budgerigar with me. When I was in class 8, I had my first three pairs of budgerigars at home. After two years there were 16. That is not a big increase in population of budgerigars! Gaurav, my brother, started with three pairs at my Nani’s home and in four years the population rose to almost 60. Budgies (budgerigars) are extremely popular pet birds, and for good reasons. These birds make delightful pets, and are usually friendly and easy to tame. When it finds that there is no food for it to eat, it starts flying over our head and sits near us – very near. It is a clear indication of hunger. It always remains on my curtain rod and when it feels hun-ger comes to the dining table, feeds and goes back to the rod. I have not put her in a cage. When it sleeps, it turns its neck 180 degrees and the beak remains inside its wings. These birds sleep on one leg only. This is their normal way of their sleeping but with the slightest of sound, they return to an active mode. Budgies are sometimes also called Shell Parakeets as they are members of the parakeet family. There are two types of budgerigars – the American budgerigars and the English budgerigars. The American variety is the one most commonly found in pet stores. English budgies are larger and have a different appearance from American budgies. Life span: 10-15 years (up to 20) Origin: Australia

Colours: the normal wild colorations is green with black bars on the wings, back and head. Mature females have a tan or beige cere (the fleshy part around the nostrils) and the males have a bluish cere, but this is uncertain in some colour variations and young birds of both sexes have pink cere. Young budgerigars have bar markings on the forehead that recede with age, and their eyes have dark irises that gradually become grey with age, but again this doesn't necessarily hold true for all colours.

They are gentle and docile birds, very easy to tame if domesticated at a young age. At the same time, they are very playful and active, and quieter than some other parakeets (although they can still be noisy.) Variety is the key to a healthy diet. Seeds can be a nutritious part of the diet, but are high in fat so should only make up a part of the diet. Diet in pellet form are often a good choice for birds, as they are nutritionally balanced, and birds can't pick out their favorite seeds and leave the rest, although budgies have a reputation for stubbornly refusing pellets if used with a seed diet (tips on introducing pellets can be found). Seeds and pellets can be fed in combination, but with both seeds and pellets a wide variety of other foods should also be given.

Mr. Ankur Bhatt

Budgerigars

I am giving my views on this movie to highlight the advanced Sci-Fi of Hollywood and to intro-duce “Korean myth and legend”.

The title of the movie, D-WAR, stands for Dragon Wars. There are many legends and myths

about dragons all over the world but generally an image of the dragon is negative and is associ-ated with evil, and the demon in the West. However in the far Eastern countries, dragons are con-sidered to be good.

Korea, one of the far Eastern countries, has a famous myth about dragons. A big anaconda called “Imougi” is the main hero of the movie. When the Imougi has the huge glass bead called,

“Yeoijoo” in his mouth, then it transforms itself into a dragon. This movie is based on a famous myth.

The scene where the huge troops of the Master attack Korea is shown using computer graphics. Finally, the movie ends with “Imougi” transforming itself into a dragon.

The background music was inspired by one of the Korean traditional numbers .The computer graphics and the Sci-Fi action of the movie are brilliant.

Hanse Park (Class X)

Movie review D-War

Movie review - Lord of the Rings

When I was in 8th we read the lesson ‘Fantasy made Flesh’ which was based on the making of The Lord of the Rings. Mr. Pant showed us the movie The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. It took us 4-5 classes to watch the whole movie. After we watched the entire movie Mr. Pant asked us to do a review on it. Plot: The movie starts with a flashback where Gollum (Smeagol) who initially possessed the ring kills the other hobbit. The disturbing scene sends a message saying that the ring can even corrupt the pure hearted Frodo, who is himself struggling with the dark power of the ring. Then the film shows Frodo, Samwise Gamgee, and Gollum going to Mordor to destroy the “all corrupting ring”, while on the other side, the rest of the fellowship reunites in Rohan. Anyway, they are not togeth-er for long because the hobbit Pippin gets himself into trouble as he takes a look the eye of Sauron, because of which Gandalf has to hastily depart for Minas Tirith, the capital of Gondor. When they reach the capital,they find Denethor, the king of Gondor, in a bad mental state and the city preparing for a battle against the endless forces of Sauron. Denethor sends Faramir, his son, back into the bloody battle to prove himself. He returns almost dead, which drives Denethor crazy! Back in Rohan, the men are preparing for another battle. Éowyn desperately wants to join the men in battle, but her uncle, King Théoden, tells her to stay and defend Rohan. The hobbit Merry also wants to ride with the men, but is denied the permission due to his small size and inex-perience.

Along with elf Legolas and dwarf Gimli, Aragorn takes a different path through the mountains, where they meet the ghosts who betrayed Aragorn's ancestors and are cursed to no eternal peace until they fulfill their broken commitments by helping him. Aragorn convinces the ‘ dead ghost army’ for fighting for them, where on the other side orcs have almost won the battle in Rohan, but the story totally changes when Aragorn, Legolas and the dead ghost army arrive. The ghost army arrives and wipes out all the orcs in the city of Rohan. But their troubles aren’t over yet: They march to Mount Doom and challenge death on its face which makes it easier for Sam and Frodo to go into the Mordor where the ring could be destroyed. Aragorn releases some of his soldiers from their duty, as they are faint-hearted and without any hope. Only the bravest remained with him. Coming back to the scene in which Frodo is about to complete his mission, only the evil power of the ring overcomes his good intentions. Frodo suddenly feels tempted to keep the ring for himself. As Sauron realizes that his Eye has been diverted from the true threat, his evil power rushes to-wards Mount Doom to make an end of Frodo and Sam. But before that the ring has already been destroyed. An eagle rescues Frodo and Sam, returning them to the company of Gandalf, Pippin and the others. The power of Sauron has been destroyed. Aragorn officially becomes the king! Cast & Facts about the movie: Written by Professor J . R . R Tolkien, it is the third best - selling novel ever written, with over 150 million copies sold. The Return of the King was a big success. It got 11 Academy Awards, including the one for the Best Picture: winning in all the categories in which it was nominated and tying the record of total awards won with Ben-Hur and The Titanic. Peter Jackson read this book when he was a teenager and wanted someone to make a movie based on the book. He says, “Well, nobody made the movie! After 20 years I ended up making it myself. The four hobbits were- Frodo: Elijah Wood Pippin: Billy Boyd Merry: Dominic Monaghan Samwise Gamegee: Sean Astin Some other important characters were- Gandalf: Ian McKellen Faramir: David Wenham Aragorn: Viggo Mortensen King Théoden: Bernard Hill Andy Serkis: Gollum (Smeagol), Elf Legolas: Orlando Bloom, Dwarf Gimli: John Rhys-Davies Personal opinion & rating: It was one of the slower and longer English movies I’ve watched, but it was certainly a masterpiece! I rate Peter Jackson the 2nd best director in Hollywood: only second to the great James Cameroon (Director of Avatar and The Titanic). My favourite scene was when the ghost army arrives and kills all the orcs as if it were a video game and my favourite character was Frodo for his courage and bravery! It was a different experience that was enjoyable though long. I would give this movie 8.4/10.

Rhitik Jassar (Class IX) .

Poseidon, the Greek god of the seas, horses, earthquakes and rivers was a great Olympian god. He was the son of Rhea and Cronos the Titans. He is the brother of Zeus, Hades, Demeter, Hera and Hestia. His palace was under aegae in Euboea (part of Greece), where he kept his horses with their brazen hoofs and golden manes. He mostly lives on top of Mount Olympus with the other gods and goddesses. Poseidon also had children named Thesus, Triton, Polyphemus, Belus, Agen-or, Neleus. There are many movies and books based on Greek mythology. The most popular mov-ie based on Poseidon and his fictional demigod son is “Percy Jackson and the Olympians”.

Chris Jordan (Class VIII)

Poseidon

An interview with Mrs.Deeksha Bhatt

(Shinjini Mathur and Nishka Malik Interviewed mam Deeksha the matron of the boys hostel) S & N: How have you been able to keep up with the “uncontrollable” Girls’ Residence for such a

long time? DKB: The truth is that you are not uncontrollable. You all come from different families and

hence, behave differently. But in this residence, you are all one. S & N: What made you take up the responsibility of becoming our house mother? DKB: I didn't know that I'd be getting this responsibility. But when I came to know of it, I remem-

bered my childhood and I guess that inspired me to take up this opportunity. I have also worked as a matron in Mayo College so it was not something new for me.

S & N: How do you balance your responsibilities while being a house mother and taking care of Bhavya, your son?

DKB: Sometimes it does get difficult. Both responsibilities are similar. The difference is that, on one side I'm managing 28 girls and, on the other side, I have my son to take care of. Now, actu-ally my son is spending time with the juniors and learning a lot.

S & N: We all know that you’re a terrific dancer and that you never hold yourself back from teaching dancing to the kids of any age. So please tell us about your dancing background. DKB: Thank you! Dance is my passion. I love to dance! When I dance, I feel happy. I never had any formal training in dancing except for one year when I learnt Kathak. I just need to listen to a song and the steps come to me automatically. S & N: Do you plan on choreographing any performances in the near future? DKB: Oh, I'm always ready! I just need your time and commitment. S & N: We have seen you teaching students during your free time and know that you do some teaching during school hours as well. Is there any possibility of seeing you as a full-time subject teacher in our school? DKB: I love to teach. Currently, I'm teaching Hindi but I prefer teaching

Science and Mathematics. If I get an opportunity, I would definitely accept it! S & N: You’ve spent time both with boys and girls at the GGS residence So, in your opinion, who is

better? DKB: To me, both are equal. You both are like my two eyes: No comparison. S & N: One last question – When our new house mother comes, will you miss us? DKB: Yes, definitely! I've had a lot of fun as a house mother.

Today people have discovered planets like Uranus and Neptune with the help of Hubble space

telescope and people with weak eyes can also see things like a person with perfect eyesight but

it was all started by the Italians in the fourteenth century in Italy when people made their own glass lenses to look through. These small lenses were put into frames and used to help people to

read while the telescope was invented in 1608 by Hans Lippershey. In 1609 the Italian scientist

Galileo built his own telescope and was the first person ever to see the crater of the moon (lunar).

Keshav Priye Dhall (Class VII)

Making small things bigger

How I settled in the Genesis Residence

My mother decided to put me in a residential school due to uncertainties in our life. My mother’s project moved from Singapore to India and we were relocating back to India, after two and a half years in Singapore. It was a tough choice between a residential school out of Delhi or in Delhi. Fi-nally, we decided on Genesis Global School as the Principal and mentors were ex-teachers from Mayo who were well known to my aunt. My cousin had been a Mayoite under their guidance and supervision. I joined GGS on September 9, 2011 and was very excited at my prospect of becoming a boarder or Scholar in Residence (SIRS) as they call us here. Little did I know what I was getting into! The first night seemed all right: I felt like I was staying at a friend’s place. But the very next morning when I couldn’t see any members of my family, reality hit me, and it hit me hard! I started crying, but had to hide my tears and carry out the morning activities, but nothing seemed right. Every step and every voice reminded me of my home. Every minute seemed like an hour and every hour seemed like a day. Time never seemed to move forward. During the day, as I was occupied with classes and extra activities, I was fine, but evenings were really hard for me: I was alone, and I had no friends. I went from mentor to mentor seeking solace and asking for permission to call home – Mr. Pant, the Dean Academics, Mr. Dar, the Chief Mentor, Neeti Ma’am, the Head of the Junior School and Mohini Ma’am, my Class Teacher, but in vain! None helped me to call up home: They all refused to do so, which made me cry even more. Ac-cording to them, not calling home would help me adjust faster. Being a 5 – Day Resident, I waited eagerly for Friday when my parents would come and take me back home for the week end. I made up my mind that I would never return: I even told my House Mother that I was not going to return. Friday to Sunday was a breeze, partying, meeting old friends and catching up with relatives. I started Monday morning by crying and pleading if I could miss school, but my mother, a brave lady, explained to me the benefits of the hostel life. With a heavy heart, I went to school, only to meet the strict disciplinarian, AD (Mr. Dar) at the door. With unshed tears, I tried to walk past him to go to my class. I don’t know what he saw in me but he asked me to visit his office. When I did so, he told me that he had chosen me to play the central role in the play in the forthcoming Founder’s Day on October 22.

I was thrilled at this sudden recognition of my talent by a totally new man!

Wow! Not calling home, not calling up parents and bratty sister. I still survived and felt that the

mentors who did not allow me to call home, were right. I still missed my family and now learned

and realized the value of things that they had explained to me. I am now beginning to like the life

of a SIR at GGS. Just look at the title ‘SIR’ for us here! The life here provides immense opportunities for overall development and growth that truly makes me a holistic person. I enjoy being in the school and getting good guidance by the mentors: Thank you Pant Sir, Dar Sir, Ankur Sir and

Deeksha Ma’am, Shikha Ma’m and all our coaches and the Cafeteria staff led by Sajal Sir.

Neeyati Uppal (Class VIII)

Hostel life I love my hostel life. I have come from far away! (Japan) but I love it here. As I have come here I have learnt many things…… and by the way I’m still learning. I have experienced many things, learnt to live with people from different background and cultures. We have many sports and co-curricular activities here at GGS. So I’m always busy with one thing or the other and I seldom have time to feel home-sick. I have taken up shooting as one of my main sports and now I am spe-cializing in it. For those who need support in academics the school have remedial classes after school. Many of my friends have benefited from them. I have tons of friends in GGS: I have fun with them, joke with them, help them when they are in need and they do the same too. I am away from my parents but our house mentors Mr. Vivek Pant, Mr. Ankur Bhatt, Mrs. Shikha, AD and Mr. Mehboob are just like my parents. Even if they scold me, I don’t feel bad because they care for me, I know it’s for my own good and try not to do the same mistake again. We are like brothers and sisters at the Residence of Genesis Global School.

Ishan Prakash (Class VII)

My favorite tennis player -Roger Federer

Few players deserve the title ‘legend’, but aged Roger Federer has already secured the exalted place in tennis history in an age of power hitting. The Swiss star still manages to look graceful on the court, at times defying belief with his speed and anticipation. Federer started his career at the age of 16 in 1998. He is a grass court specialist who has won the Wimbledon 7 times! He also won the gold medal in the Olympics in the year 2008.Immediately recognizable for his flowing groundstroke and exaggerated follow through, Federer appears to have it all, boasting a variety of service options and solid volleys. Recording an unprecedented 237 consecutive weeks as the number one player in the ATP ranking, 16 grand slam titles, he is now engaged with a fascinating rivalry with Spanish star Rafael Nadal. I would like to conclude with a quote from Jimmy Connors “In an era of specialists, you're either a clay court specialist, a grass court specialist, or a hard court specialist...or you're Roger Federer”

Keshav Priya Dhall (Class VII)

Time “Never squander time for that is the stuff life is made of; use each moment to be the best of our ability as there is not a limitless supply of time.” Each morning we are handed 24 golden hours, a priceless treasure at our disposal to be used as per our discretion. We all are given exactly the same number of hours per day, that were given to achievers like Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, Mother Teresa, Michael Angelo, Thomas Jefferson and Louis Pasteur. Time is raw material of life and we are given only one life span on earth to do our best. The capital called time is the only thing we can’t afford to lose as we can never get back the time that has passed. No matter what we do, we can’t create it. Scientists cannot invent new minutes, super rich cannot buy more hours and Agathon has gone further and quoted: “This only is denied even to God; the power to undo past”. In today’s world, when life is crammed with activities, almost everyone is incredibly busy; and there simply isn’t enough time to accomplish all that needs to be done; people have started be-lieving that there are not enough hours in a day. It has been quoted by a famous Scottish author: "lost wealth may be replaced by hard work, lost knowledge by study, lost health by temperance or medicine; but lost time is gone forever”. Yet it is a sad fact that many people go through life without ever giving a thought to what they actually do with the time at their disposal and take for granted this irreplaceable and necessary resource. ‘Time is Life’ and ‘Time Management’ is the science and art of building a better life. It is about practicing techniques and strategies to improve productivity, enhance self development and de-velop skill and the ability that includes goal setting, planning, prioritizing, decision making, del-egating, schedule directing and controlling. We all know that no matter what we do, we cannot create any more time, but what we can do, however, is, make changes in how we spend our time. Time management is about making choices to take control of out time rather than have it control us. In order to do this, we need clarity about where we are headed….our goals, our future and our ideal life. Once it is decided what is im-portant, the rest is pretty easy.

Shinjini Mathur (Class IX)

Interesting crossword with the first names of some resident scholars and mentors. How

many could you find?

News after 50 years Anna's grandson Munna

Hazare is on ANSHAN

against corruption, Gov-ernment says LOKPAL

BILL will be passed in a week.

Sachin hoping for his 500th

century, says he might play the next world cup!

Golmaal 27 will be released,

Tushar Kapoor is still unable to

speak or act!

Petrol climbs to Rs.65... (per drop)!

Facebook is declared a country. A Girl in Delhi traveled 50 feet

safely!

Lakhshwadeep Cats to be the 63rd team to join IPL. Pakistan now wants Tamil

Nadu, PM says that they can resolve issues by peaceful talks.

Sharad Pawar

owns half the world. Kasab dies at 90 in jail of high cholesterol due to

too much biryani.

Jaypee construction on the moon almost over, to book your flats contact:

09911934567

JUST JOKING!!

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CHILD LOOK

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By : Mansi

A few things worth knowing about Coffee.. "Cowboy coffee"? It was said they made their coffee by putting ground coffee into a clean sock

and immerse it in cold water and heated over campfire. When ready, they would pour the coffee

into tin cups and drink it.

Turkish bridegrooms were once required to make a promise during their wedding ceremonies to always provide their new wives with coffee. If they failed to do so, it was grounds for divorce!

(Ouch!) The most severe punishment for drinking coffee was being sewn into leather bag and tossed alive

into the sea. Goats actually discovered the Coffee plant. Their shepherd noticed that they were getting very

hyper; therefore, one day, he followed their every move, and found out that they were eating a strange berry that was keeping them awake all day and night.

Some of the world’s most powerful business, including Lloyds of London and the New York Stock Exchange, started life as a coffee houses.

Coffee increases in volume during roasting by 18.60%.

Coffee is... The second most widely used product in the world after oil. It was worth 6 million tonnes per year in the mid 90's.

It is worth €30 billion per year to the producing countries.

It is a living to more than 100 million people. It is consumed at the rate of 1400 million cups per day.

The world's second most popular drink after water.

Compiled By- Rhitik Jassar and Prerak Gupta

On 10th February, 2012 the scholars in residence in Genesis (SIRS) suffered from a living night-mare: A big black skinned man came to chop their hair!

Those attractive strands / tresses, the hair on foreheads, were now on their dead end. No place to

escape: You could run but you could not hide! Why not? The day after was our Sports Day. “How could we dare show our true colors to our parents – our long hair?” SIRS were in agony. The late arrival of the barber prolonged their pain and they were not ready to see their hair fall on the

ground – cold and dead. Now nothing could be done. Some clever chaps even put oil on their hair and did a side parting (including me) so that they could be avoided, and the rest were busy pray-ing to God, seeking for an angel that would save them. But there was no getting away form the

eagle eyes of Mr. Pant! Well my fellow scholars were not able to receive any comfort in their new hairstyle. I decided to

interview the barber (Yumraj of Hair).

Note: This interview is translated from Hindi to English. AVK: What’s your name bhaiya?

RSA: My name is Rashid Ali.

AVK: For how long you are in this profession? RSA: I’m working from past 30 years.

AVK: Is this your family profession? RSA: Ya! My family is working for 5 generation! AVK: Where is your shop?

RSA: It is in sector 132 Rahulam. AVK: Where do you live?

RSA: Bulandshar Sikhandrabad. AVK: What is the name or your shop? RSA: Look hairstyle.

AVK: How much do you take for 1 hair cut? RSA: 30 rupees. AVK: How was your experience here?

RSA: It was a good and different experience. Well, we also interviewed some of the victims who had suffered from this grief.

Ayush Antil (IX): First I was very nervous that how he will cut my hair. I was sitting on a chair and

thinking of my hair style when suddenly the snap of the scissors began and modified my hair.

Choppers on our heads

Aditya Vikram Singh (IX): Even I was very nervous. I was thinking about my hair after they were cut as I had heard someone say that the barber was not a very skilled person. I was scared of him. First, I tried to run away from the barber but then I thought about the Sports Day and what the parents would think about me as a Genisian. Thus I decided that I should get a proper haircut: I kept my heart strong and got a haircut. Han-Sae Park (X): To begin with, I was a little nervous because the barber didn’t carry the ma-chines that I am used to and he was cutting another student’s hair with scissors while spraying water. Eventually, I believed in the barber’s skills, and I quietly requested him not to cut my hair too short. I felt a little sad because my brown-coloured and curly hair had gone, but now I’m satis-fied even with the new style. Warawuth Khan (X): I felt not so good about the hair cut. It was too short for me, but now I’m okay with this hair style. David Kashyap (Class X): Initially I was very nervous! But, I knew nothing could be done now so I got used to it in a few days and you know, the hair cut wasn’t so bad.

Aviral Kapoor (Class IX)

Bonfire on Christmas On December 25, we decided to have a bonfire. In the morning, the boarders went to the stable

and got some dry wood from there. But Mr. Pant said that that pile was not enough. “So, we all will

go out of the school to collect some more wood,” he said. We walked about one and a half kilome-ter from the school and then we got a huge pile of dry wood. We were also lucky to find some

huge logs near the horse riding arena

At about 6:30 in the evening, we started shifting the wood behind the MPH. During the bonfire, everyone sang carols which they had prepared. Then to have some fun, we also played dumb cha-rades and had a great time until it was 8 pm. Finally, everyone went to the cafeteria to have their

share of the Christmas cake and the delicious dinner. After dinner, hungry for more fun as we were, we persuaded Mr. Pant to take us for the bonfire yet again, and believe it or not, we had more fun till 9.30 pm!

Sukhnoor Singh (Class VII)

Yuvraj Aggarwal (Class VI)

Fun Zone - 2 Fun Zone has become an inseparable part of the lives of SIRS! (Scholars in Residence/boarders). It

is forum which provides a lot of fun, excitement and healthy competition among the resident

scholars. It helps in building the sports man spirit and teaches us how to work together as a team. The second fun zone was all about fun games and exciting races such as three legged race, 50m

race and 100m race. We also had a sports quiz, yoga and aerobics display. It was mandatory for all the SIRS to participate in the Fun Zone Sports Fever and at the end of

the day I’m sure no one regretted it.

It was a great fun experience for us all. It is such a good and interesting thing. We also got certifi-cates for this. I got two certificates. I won the Seven-Station race and 50 m race.

We will continue our fun zone like this. I am so very thankful to Mr. Vivek Pant for starting fun zone in the residence of GGS.

Varun Gupta (Class VI)

Worlds of wonder! It was a calm Saturday afternoon when we, the SIRS (Scholars in Residence – hostellers) were

watching television in the common room. Suddenly, Mr. Pant entered the common room and said,“Guys, we are visiting WOW, Worlds of Wonder on Sunday at 12:00noon!” All the SIRS roared with joy.

The next morning, we were all up in time and ready by 8:00am. After our breakfast, we all were advised to take our water bottles, towel and some extra clothes.

On reaching the main gate, we were all excited as we were divided into groups. I was with Ad-itya Vikram, Ayush and Harshit. Inside we all went for different rides. My first ride was named Fast Forward. It was really an exciting ride that was followed by many other exciting rides. Each

one chose his favourite rides. The school had provided us our packed lunch. After this long and exciting day we were back to school in the evening. I will never forget my day in Worlds Of Wonder!

Anubhav Dutta (Class VIII)

Basant Panchmi and kite flying!!!

It was Saturday morning, we got up and got ready into our Giddha costumes which we had to wear for the Basant Panchmi celebration. After breakfast, we did a run through of our perfor-mance. We wanted Mr. Sharma to like this gesture. We gave our best and we succeeded. Our pro-gram started with Saraswati Vandana to seek the blessings of Maa Saraswati. Then we performed a skit based on Basant Panchmi which depicted how Basant Panchmi was celebreated in differ-ent states. We got to know more about Bihu in Assam from our friends Hrishkesh and Anubhav and they sang two beautiful songs in Assamese. Our anchors of the show were Rhitik Jassar and Raymon Singh. We were all appreciated for it by Mr. Sharma. The day before the program we were not at all prepared and were scared a lot, but Mr. Pant helped us. He developed the whole skit within in an hour and he also told us that he had directed more than ten plays in his teaching career With the help of Mrs. Bhatt we were able to present two folk dances (Giddha and Bhan-gra) She helped us prepare the dances in only two days.

She is indeed a good dancer. Mr. Ankur Bhatt and Mr. Mehboob Hussain helped us to prepare a song and orchestra. Our friend Jennifer played the keyboard and Han-sae Park played the flute.

Jaissal also contributed by playing his favorite Guitar. Our Principal Mr. Sharma was so im-pressed by this performance that he requested us to have a repeat performance of the pro-

gramme in front of the entire school during the morning assembly. At 4 o’clock in the evening we all got ready again for yet another exciting event, Kite Flying ! We all gathered at the cricket field but unfortunately the weather was not good and the kites

did not go up. But after sometime it started getting cold and windy and that’s what we were waiting for. We had a great time flying kites. We thank all the resident mentors for making our day so special and for always motivating us!!!

Naina Uppal (Class VII)

Result of Fun Zone Table Tennis Tournament [Month of January]

Winner: Rhitik Jassar (Class IX)

Runner Up: Jasmer Singh Kapany (Class X)

Third Place: Rahul Kalita (Class VIII)

[Month of March]

Winner: Ashish Kumar (Class IX )

Runner Up: Rhitik Jassar (Class IX)

Third Place: Ayush Antil (Class IX)

Compiled by: Han - Sae - Park (Class X)

It was our first experience working in any kitchen: inspired by Ma’am Deeksha, we de-

cided to make dinner on our own for all the 7-Day Boarders. We all were so excited to cook dinner on our own and expected the Boys’ Hostel to help us too.

On Feb 25, we all were so excited that we ran hurriedly to Ma’am Deeksha and asked her to

come fast. Within a few minutes we were in the school kitchen, otherwise a forbidden terri-

tory. We got our aprons and caps and went away to wash our as nicely as we could.

Night of the little chefs

The chefs guided us and told us how to do it all. The chef asked me to start with the kheer: Actu-

ally I was doing it for the first time. Raymon was working on Dal Makhni which had very tempt-ing flavour of its own. Akanksha was working on Shahi Paneer which was delicious. And the tasty and yummy chicken was made by Mr. Pant. Ma’am Deeksha was helping us like the chef

himself.

When finally the dishes were done, we started with chappati. We actually made 60 -70 of them. Then we went to the cafeteria and started decorating the tables for the mentors. We all were ready within five minutes. When Mr. Pramod Sharma arrived, he saw us and the food: He seemed

to be delighted with our effort. We then started serving food to the guests. Everyone was enjoying the dishes and some scholars

even walked up and told us that the food was very tasty. We naturally felt good. And then we thought of eating our own preparations. We ate it and found it very delicious.

The whole residence staff seemed really proud as the delicious meal was prepared and served by the scholars. Overall this was a very exciting experience for all of us and we finally discovered

the inner chef within us. Now everyone is waiting for the next dinner of this kind – and an entertainment with it.

Thank you Ma’am Deeksha for giving us such a nice idea.

Naina Uppal (Class VIII)

The scientific study of the human mind, or psychology, is something that has always fascinated me. Isn’t it amazing that we can learn so much about ones personality by ones behavioral patterns.

Psychologists have the advantage of assessing ones personality in a matter of just a few minutes. Years of experience means that you can tell whether someone is content or not just by the way

one walks or use one’s hand gestures; or maybe you can tell what someone’s personality is like from one’s handwriting. Either way, it’s fascinating how these people can do this. One day I’d like to rid people of their problems and help them get on with their daily life. Being

a psychologist is not easy: You need to work with the other persons patiently wait for them to open up, , do psychoanalysis, and even after all this, it’s not necessary that you manage to help the other person. You may fail even if you work for months with someone. In addition, it takes

years to qualify as a psychologist! Even after all these time consuming methods, why would I still want to be a psychologist? Well,

because the urge to help people is the main inspiring force.

Their problems, which are considered insignificant by medical doctors, will become the most im-portant to me. I’ll be someone who can actually help them. We have so many qualified doctors in our country. How many can actually solve our ordinary problems like depression?

I find psychology a very absorbing subject, and no matter how many times I think of my future, my ambition will never change. Someday I’ll be very successful and remember how I used to

dream about being a psychologist, and then I’ll probably smile at the fact that now I’m living that dream and that the road taken was the right one!

Nishka Malik (Class IX)

My first Cup of Tea

It was a Thursday, 10:45 pm, 12th April 2012 when I took my first of sip tea, but guess where? At

Mr. Pant’s residence! Trust me I still remember what that first sip was like. Mr. Pant was looking at me after my first sip, and I forced a smile. He asked me, “How was it?” I said “Ah sir, ah it is kind of weird.” However, guess what we were doing? We were editing the final document of TCH-2.

Well, co-incidentally, I remembered I had my first cup of Coffee too with Mr. Pant around 10:30 pm in December 2011 while going through the final document of TCH-1. The coffee was good,

much better than the tea, trust me. You can say, I was lucky for being up so late and pretty unfortunate to be sitting with my house-master and editing articles while the others were sleeping. However kindly enough he exempt-

ed me from the morning games next day!

Rhitik Jassar (Class IX)

My Dream

Plant a sapling in the right environment, nourish it, allow it to sprout branches in every direction and watch it grow into a healthy, stable and strong tree. The one that provides shade, bears flow-

ers and is laden with fruit – a beautiful tree with a balanced and well rounded canopy.

At GENESIS we provide the perfect environ for the child to grow all around – in academics,

sports, performing and creative arts, adventure & outdoors, multi-cultural interaction, debating, quizzing, personal values & etiquette. We seek to see every child as a multi-faceted, healthy, stable and strong adult - the one with a beautifully balanced personality.

We call this the CANOPY EDUCATION APPROACH.

Gurbir Singh

(Director Sports)

A Child is like a tender sapling

Made By: David Kashyap

Photos Clicked By :

Mr. Ankur Bhatt

Prerak Gupta

Rhitik Jassar

David Kashyap Aviral Kapoor

Nishka Malik

Shinjini Mathur

TCH 2 : Maintaining the effort First of all I would like to welcome two new members

(Nishka & Shinjini) to ‘The Coffee House ‘Editorial Board.’ This time as you saw we have put many illus-trations and snapshots, TCH 2.

Abbreviations

TCH: The Coffee House

RS: Resident Scholars

AD: Mr. Amar Nath Dar

VVP/ Emperor: Vivek Pant

AKB: Ankur Bhatt

PG: Prerak Gupta

DK: David Kashyap

SIRS: Scholars in Residence

Res: Residence

Cool Island: Common Room

SIRS: Scholars in Residence

Res: Residence

Cool Island: Common Room