August 2007 Issue: 1
Drawing by: Anit Mitra
Class: VI C
Drawing by: Abir Choudhury
Class: IC
Angshuman Nandy
Class: IX A
Laloo jokes
5> Laloo Prasad sent his Bio Data - to apply for a post in Microsoft Corporation, USA.
A few days later he got this reply:

Dear Mr. Laloo Prasad,
You do not meet our requirements. Please do not send any further correspondence.
No phone call shall be entertained.

Bill Gates.

Laloo prasad jumped with joy on receiving this reply.
He arranged a press conference: "Bhaiyon aur Behno, aap ko jaan kar khushi hogee ki hum ko Amereeca mein naukri mil gayee hai."
Everyone was delighted. Laloo prasad continued...... "Ab hum aap sab ko apnaa appointment Letter padkar sunaongaa? par letter angreeze main hai - isliyen saath-saath Hindi main translate bhee karoonga.

Dear Mr. Laloo Prasad ----- Pyare Laloo prasad bhaiyya
You do not meet -----aap to miltay hee naheen ho
our requirement ----- humko to zaroorat hai
Please do not send any further correspondance ----- ab Letter vetter bhejne ka kaouno zaroorat nahee.
No phone call ----- phoonwa ka bhee zaroorat nahee hai
shall be entertained ----- bahut khaatir kee jayegi.
Thanks ----- aapkaa bahut bahut dhanyavad.
Bill Gates. ---- Tohar Bilva.

Compiled by: Angshuman Nandy IX A


Across the tide of times you come sailing,
You take away all without failing.
Like a black cloud in the sky of life,
The ultimate result of life’s last strife.
A mountain casting its dark shadow,
Slowly engulfing our lovely little meadow.
The ultimate end, the utmost barrier,
Fighting and winning many battles, the great warrior.
Sometimes violently, sometimes silently,
Taking away everything very valiantly.
We are captives to your order,
Turning into dust before crossing the border.
Our souls will survive though we are killed,
We’ll be remembered, though our bones be chilled.








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CLASS: X D (Roll-16)
YEAR: 2007-2008

~~~~~~~~THE RED FIRE ENGINE~~~~~~~~
Why the fire engine is RED?
A fire engine has eight wheels and four men.
Eight (8) + Four (4) = Twelve (12)

Twelve inches makes a ruler.
Queen Elizabeth was a ruler.
Queen Elizabeth was also a name of a ship.
Ship sails on the sea.
Sea has fishes.
Fishes have fins.
Fins (means Finland) fought with the Russians.
Russians are communist.
Communists like RED.
Therefore the Fire Engine is RED.

~~~~~~~~~FRIEND SHIP & MONEY~~~~~~~~

I have Money and my Friend,
I lent my Money to my Friend.
I lost my Money and my Friend.

Make your dreams come true

Have you ever noticed that very often a hurdle seems impossible only until you actually try it? It’s true. There is nothing that we cannot do. All we need to do is actually try it. No mountain is too tall and no river too wide to cross.

Learn to conquer your fears and enjoy reaping the success of your dreams. Let us remember some heroes in various fields who made it big despite all odds!

PELE: - the football hero grew up in a poor part in Brazil, and was coached by his father who was also a soccer player. His mother did not want him to pursue football as she thought it would get him nowhere. However his skill and determination saw him enthralling millions across the world.

ABRAHAM LINCOLIN: - the man who led America to the future was born to a farmer. A rough childhood included having to split logs and clearing his father’s farm. Then he enlisted in the Black Hawk War as a volunteer and led his soldiers in their fight to move the Indians westward. He even worked on a boat, ran a store before he went on to study law and then of course becoming the president of the powerful United States of America.

CHARLIE CHAPLIN: - the comedian needs no introduction. His father was an alcoholic and died when he was only 12 years old and his mother suffered a mental breakdown. Charlie Chaplin moved from an unstable home to become one of the most well loved comedians over many generations. There were times when he had to sleep on the streets of London and even look for food in the garbage dumps. However his style and comic timing took him places.
There are so many more stories to tell of trials and success. Why don’t we all take a leaf out of their book and learn to break away from our troubles and look forward to a better life? Try --- You are certain to succeed.

Sahana Banerjee
VII B (morn)


It was a bright and sunny morning when we stood at the gate of our new house. Father unlocked the door and we entered. After unpacking everything, I went out to explore the place.
We had only one neighbour, an old widow. The field near our house belonged to her. It was covered with long grass and weeds and also with unkempt trees. I wondered why the owner did not take care of them.

Mother had asked me to visit our neighbour and so I walked across the field towards the cottage. The cottage was old and its walls were covered with all kinds of climbers and the cottage was surrounded with grass growing to the height of the house.

I knocked at the door and a pleasant but old woman opened the door. She glanced at me and asked whether I was her new neighbour. Then she asked me in.

I sat on a chair near the table, while she sat on her bed. After an hour’s talk I departed. While I was walking across the field, I saw the sun set behind the rippling waters of the lake nearby. It was a wonderful scene. After eating dinner I want to sleep early that night.

Next morning, I woke up and saw the sun high up in the sky. After breakfast I went to the woman’s cottage.

I was asked in and we began exchanging stories of our life. She told me that she had been living in the house for twenty years with her husband, who was a farmer. They were happy until the day her husband had an accident and passed away. She had been alone since then. Tears ran down her cheeks, I tried to comfort her. She took sometime to become steady again and we spent the day roaming in her fields and listening to her stories.

After that we met everyday and many delightful months passed by. Then, oneday father came home with a sad news that we would have to move to Delhi, as father was getting transferred.

That night was a sad one. We packed everything and I went to bid goodbye to the woman. We were both sad.

Next day, I went to her cottage one last time to bid her goodbye. I noticed that the door was not closed. I entered but could not see her. I turned the whole place upside down searching for her, but could not find her. Sadly I went away.

Almost three hours had passed since we boarded the train. I told my father how sad I was to leave the woman behind and go to Delhi. Father, surprisingly said that no one lived in the cottage since the old woman’s death some five or six years ago. I was left speechless. Then who was it with whom I had spent so many delightful months? My question remained unanswered.

Mohor Choudhury VIII A