Friday, December 16, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
NSS team with Differentially abled students
N.S.S. celebrated NSS DAY with differentially abled students of MA ADIN Special School
Monday, September 5, 2011
Nirupama Rao donated her award worth Rs.1 lakh to St.Gemmas GHSS
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Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
ENGLISH - WINDOW TO THE WORLD
First prize in School Youth Festival-2011 Essay Writing-English
ENGLISH - WINDOW TO THE WORLD
Language makes man a ’man’, if you are not deaf or dumb. Yes, one of the essential components of humanity is that each and all need communication to express their heart. Culture and civilization owe their progress to this stream of words and voices. No other organism of this blue planet has this ability; or in a single word we can say that language is a milestone in the history of mankind. And in this hectic world of today the most used language is of course, English.
The history of the global language resemble stream, which gets originated from mountain heights and join the vast ocean. Derived from Latin, it has borrowed words from all global languages to supplement its vast vocabulary. It has reached every nook and corner of the world and has played its role in making earth a ‘global village’. Originated from British Isles , its unique distinction gave dignity to English men. As her people traveled far and wide, English language also accompanied with them. It was the main cause for popularity among all people, class and creed. The most spoken language may be Marmdan, but the most popular language ever spoken is English.
Poets and authors have lauded this language for she expressed their dreams and hopes, melancholy and sorrows,colours and rhythms with greatest feel. Also easily mingled with local dialect, it is easy to follow. Also it is the language for the most vibrant equipment of modern days, the internet. The sail of ancient seamen has made their mother land and mother tongue unforgettable. India
It has definitely played a part in the integration of various cultures and languages, people and art forms across the world. A media-pamperer, it really means to the word ‘global language’. Any where in the world a man who knows to handle English fluently can revive anyhow. It benefits you for all stages of life, from your school to an
interview. Also a man well-versed in English is sure to receive the respect of all fellow beings. It helps to communicate and stand on one’s legs. Also it helps one to express own views and emphasize own ideas.
Many famous authors have taken birth from English. From John Keats, P.B.Shelly, William Wordsworth to Shakespeare and Thomas Hardy, numerous writers have written golden verses getting aid from wonderful meanings and vocabulary of this language. Also the new generation writers like Arundhati Roy, Salman Rushdi, Kiran Desai, J.K. Rowling etc. are hailed from this language. To all of them, English is a window to the vast, wide world of fame and admiration. Being a student, one should get to know Engliah; being a job seeker, one should be well versed in English and being a retired middle aged one, you should adore English, for it helps you to revive the boring boredom.
This global language gives you immeasurable opportunities and uncountable changes and if you really understand the famous words of English poet, Lord Tennyson you may feel that it is true in the case of this rich language too-“ For men may come and men may go, but I go on for ever……..”!
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Arsha Maria Alex
XI Science
Untravelled Journey
First prize in School Youth Festival-2011 Versification- English
Untravelled Journey
Gentle whisper of mountain breeze
hummed in my left ear,
an unsung melody…….!
The unplucked flower, unwashed memories….
Years before, when I stood
Young and curious down this hill
Little child with colours all around
A world of chirping birds and
Playful squirrels…..
Yet I feel now, in this age
Facing flight and agony of life
That my journey was incomplete……!
Virgin forests all around
Unheard song of cuckoo bird
And unsmelt flowers up the hill
This place taught me what heaven is…………..
It told me that you may slip
But you should not keep on slipping
Strengthen your grips and raise your head
For, you have withstood a hurdle in life.
Those days! I strolled alone, all alone
down this valley, along the trickling stream,
who fed the hares and fawn
as she waded down the rocks…..
Saga of challenges undertaken
Ballads on the famous wars
Tales of triumph and vigour,
These are all undertaken paths…..
A road unexplored, a journey untravelled
A rhyme unplayed, a note unsung
That makes all the difference!
Remember my friend,
“Heard melodies may be sweet,
But unheard ones are sweeter……”
Beyond an unexplored path stands
Perhaps precious events of life,,,,,,,
The right path worth the hardships suffered
And untravelled jouyney, untasted treats,
May haunt you all through the life………….
Virtue tells you what to do
And overwhelming impulse tracks you down….!
May be the unexplored wilderness
Has perceived unseen miracles……
May be a hot spring to warm your spines……..
A dew drop dripping down the wild fir leaves,
Will tell you an untold story
And an undertaken journey will tell you
How precious the opportunities are………
Beware my friend, life has double faces,
And a slimy veil to cover them,
The little glads and tiny sorrows……….!
Take care…..!
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Arsha Maria Alex
XI Science
THOSE LOST DAYS
First prize in School Youth Festival-2011 Story writing-English
THOSE LOST DAYS
“Lost days are lost forever,
but life will not drain out of them as long as they lie fresh in human heart”
I don’t know who has penned these; may be a great poet or some one anonymous. But now I know well that they took birth from real life experiences that have pierced into my soul and life.
My long lost childhood!
It was a time when I knew nothing and wanted to know anything and everything.
And she came to teach me anything and everything.
My beloved teacher!
She was a second mother to me. She was a part of my soul, essence of my breath. She mixed colours and still add colours to my memories. In fading mist of memories I find her running across the green-clad paddy fields, eagerly, to meet her single student, 4 years old naughty girl, me. She took me to the world of letters. She told me that letters make words and words make marking impressions on people around me. She used to come each day after I had finished a big glass of milk, pushed into me by my over-caring granny. She had a fine sindooram on her forehead and deep dimples on her rosy cheeks. I wished that she may be my mother, for I missed my own parents in the childhood; staying with grandparents; but no!
I have heard several times my granny speaking to her about medicines and rituals, prayers and homage and many unmemorable treatments. And I still remember the day she wiped off tears that rolled down her rosy cheeks like mountain dew dripping from the tip of a rose flower, when I accidentally called her “Amma”!!
How will a 4 year old know that being infertile couple is the greatest curse one can ever come across in life?
Yes, my teacher was never a mother. She had married a military man whose virtue led him to live for nation than for the family. Years later, I came to know that my second mom flew across the green fields to dry her quest to pamper a child. Now I understand, to be a mother, it is never destined that you should undergo deadly pain; but you can bear a baby inside you to be a mother.
I left her to go to the world of harder words. I left that humble village of light rhythms and soft melodies to step into the world of harsh life. She parted with me; rather an essential part of my heart left me. Fast and fuming years of studies which turned me down to book worm flew away. That 4 year old, curious at drops of tears of her teacher grew up to be a journalist.
The life I went on under experience of intense and compassionate care of parents went off. Standing on my legs, eagerly I watched unrelieved face of new life. The city around me kept on wearing a charming smile hiding the ghostly greed for blood. Everywhere I found women being pushed down! Teenagers abused! Children tortured!
Old parents thrown out! City had used them and wants them no more. Thoughts clenched my hands, touched my brain- yes, I had to do something.
One dark night I met a 2 year old baby at the verge of road brimming with action. I held that unexpected treasure to myself. I knew not what to do. Early morning I made up my mind to go to an orphanage for street children which I often wished to visit. I set off. I held my breath when I came to entrance of that ‘home’!
It was about the same structure of my grandparents’ home. With shivering mind I pressed the door bell. I could feel my long lost childhood running back to me, clattering with memories. A middle aged woman came to open the door. A shrill ran through my spine. My soul jumped out of me! My teacher, my beloved second mom was in front of me. She didn’t recognize me. I know she can’t. The 4 year old baby she taught was not the journalist who eagerly made fussy news. I held the baby which she took earnestly from me. I could recognize the passion that overwhelmed her eyes when she held my hand, years back.
She didn’t want the whereabouts of the baby. She was a mother who knew everything. I walked back speaking nothing. Later when I returned to my village, grandma had lots to speak. She told me of my childhood friends, the ancient stories that my home ‘tharavadu’ and at last, about my teacher. She couldn’t stand her lone life, suffering the dark face of husband’s mother. And her patriotic husband left her, shedding his blood drops for mother land. My teacher knew what she had to do- if her husband to whom she wed to be together in everything-dharma- died for motherland, destiny tells her to shed her sweat for the same nation. She did that. Later in her life, she worked for the uplifting of street children.
Her virtue proves that she was a right teacher. I know ‘unsung melodies are sweeter’. My colourful childhood under her care is long lost. Men forget past as he craves for higher altitudes in peaks of life. My village, its theme and heart, made my teacher a mother. And those days have now made me join hands with her; we now work for same aim. You know, our lives are destined before our birth! And destiny has held this daughter and mom together.
Yes! Life is unpredictable! Destiny says it all.
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Arsha Maria Alex
XI Science
Friday, January 14, 2011
St.Gemma's GHSS in HARITHA VIDYALAYAM
Fore more details: http://www.harithavidyalayam.com/18014-video
To view the video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nHbQJmYxhI
To view the video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6nHbQJmYxhI
St.Gemma's GHSS in THE HINDU news paper
NEGATIVE IMPACT: Malappuram district is one of the worst affected due to shortage of Plus Two seats; a higher secondary class in progress at St. Gemma's Girls Higher Secondary School, Malappuram.
FOR MORE DETAILS: http://www.thehindu.com/education/article432745.ece
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