Reflection

English Section

BUDDING POETS OF SAI ANGAN

Students of class-II were introduced to rhyming words and they were asked to frame their own rhyming

words. Using those rhyming words they were able to create lovely short poems. Here are some creative

poems framed by the students.

Cool,pool,tool,fool

Sanvi Mohanty Class- 2D Admn no. 4668

There is a pool,

Which is very cool.

There are some tools,

And you are a fool.

Sunny ,bunny, funny,

It is so sunny,

And I have a bunny,

Which is so funny.

Sunday, Sunday

Anshuman Padhi

Class- 2 F

Admn no. 4882

Sunday , Sunday, Sunday is a funday.

I like to play on Sunday,

So ,Sunday is my favourite day,

As no studies in our way.

My Family

Arindita

Class- 2 I

Admn no. 6053

My sister is tall,

She likes to play with dolls.

My father likes to eat carrots ,

But, I like to play with my parrot.

My father is fat,

He doesn't like cats.

My mother likes fairy lights,

Which are very bright.

My mother is talking,

While she is walking.

My sister likes the colour grey,

And always likes to spray.

My sister has powers,

She likes to put powers.

PARAGRAPH WRITING

Students of Class-II were introduced the concept of paragraph writing.The topic of their first paragraph was “My

School”. These are few beautiful write-ups by the students.

My School

Aditya Rath

Class:II-D

Admn no.:3644

My school’s name is Sai Angan. My school has a big building with courtyard in the middle. I am studying

in standard II-D. Other children also go to school for studies and to gain knowledge. My school looks

like a Disney world. They have multi colour conical slopping roofs on top of the castle towers. We play

games like karate, football, cricket and athletics. There are three swimming pools in our school. There

are many classrooms, laps and one cafeteria. There are many subjects in our school. There are lockers.

Our school is the best school ever.

My School

Priyanck Agrawal

Class:II-C

Admn no.:8267

I study in Sai Angan. It is the largest play school of our country. We have very good teachers. I study in

standard II. Our school has classes from play group to standard III. Many children study in our school.

Children from far country come to our school. It is in Bhubaneswar, Odisha. There are many activities in

our school. I think my school is the best school.

A Class Activity-Chain Story

Created By Class IX H

A collaborative story written by the entire IX H class.This was created as a chain story activity in which

the students contributed one sentence each

Once upon there were two friends. They were schoolmates. One was poor and the other was rich . They

helped each other. They were best friends.

One day there was a point of time where their lives changed completely. One of the fathers got a

transfer, so they were separated. The rich one went to Jupiter for higher studies . The poor one could not

afford to go . So he had to stay back. They very well knew that their life would be without each other . The

parent could not afford . One day the poor child got an offer to go to Jupiter . It was an educational trip.

They went to the museum but there the poor child lost his way. He was looked for but was not found. His

friend was nowhere to be found. He was found in the car park. The poor boy heard someone crying . As

he went to the source- roof. He found a peron dancing on the roof. He was a man with thin moustache. He

helped him to support. He was surprised to see who he helped. He realised that it was his friend . The poor

friend and the rich friend talked .The poor friend hugged him not realizing it was his friend . He took him

home and treated him well . The poor boy asked him to come back to earth but he refused because he

found Jupiter more peaceful as compared to Earth. The rich man was disappointed after some days and

came back to earth. Both of them grew up . One became a business man and the other murderer. The poor

one became a business man and the other a murder.

Butterfly

Sanvi Patnaik (V-F) Admn No-4369

Once a butterfly was hungry,

It flew and sat on a tree.

The trees were laden with fruits and flowers,

It sucked nectar for hours and hours.

When the butterfly was satisfied,

It took a leap and flew to the sky.

A strong wind blew from the mountain,

Its tender wings fluttered with pain.

It somehow managed to escape,

But its wings were in bad shape.

The butterfly was again hungry and weary,

When it reached a flower, it became very merry.

My Family

Mother and father are teachers of life,

They give us love to lead our life.

Parents are kind and caring,

They are so affectionate and loving.

Grandparents are sweet and talkative,

They make our lives fun to live.

Grandparents spend time with us,

They also play with us.

This is the best family I have got,

I love my parents and grandparents a lot.

Saioneers’ creativity showcased in the classroom inspired by Global Studies activities.

Mr Car model

Vaibhav Pattnaik

Class V G

Admin No-3052

We were shown a video in our Global Studies class about

Junjie a little boy who made a boat out of waste things like pieces of thermocool, plastic bottles, Battery

etc.I got motivated after that and tried to make a model car.My car can move in water as well as land.I felt

very happy creating that.This is my best model.The mechanism of this model car is simple and easy to be

operated.I thank my teacher for guiding me.

A model fan made out of waste product

Pranav Panda VG Admin No 2418

Snehansh Dash VG Admin No-4611

Tanish Aryan V G Admin No-1529

We were very much inspired by our Global Studies teacher Jayashree

Ma’am after she had shown the short film Junjie’s story about how a

little boy could make a boat out of waste materials.We a group of

three friends decided to make something similar.We decided to make

a fan that would work.So we collected some old materials from home

like 9V batteries,a toy fan,a DC motor and four bottle caps and a

switch.It took us around four days to make the model.It was difficult but when it started working we were

very delighted and so also our parents and family.We felt it was an achievement.Other students in our

class also got motivated to do models out of waste products available at home.

MY TEACHER

SHAGUN SAMANTARAY

Class-- VIII ADMN NO.: 2987

Our teacher is our second mother

Who helps and keeps us always together

Caring, sharing and many other things,

She also teaches us to fly with our wings.

Games, subjects, music and dance has different teachers

They all together give us many features

They also help us and give us shade.

All the teachers in our school

Make us learn all the rules

Sometimes cafeteria sometimes library,

They even calm us when we are scary.

From playgroup to class five

New and good teachers always arrive

She is very beautiful and lovely

She is even caring and friendly.

She always writes and writes

But never allows quarrels and fights

The last thing I want to say

The best thing in the world is a teacher

because she gives us rays.

MY TEACHER

SYED AYASH ALI

ADMN NO.: 3283

A teacher is a person who will guide us

When we don’t know what to do

They can help us solve our math problems

And become a good person too

They are like our friends

So, we can be ourselves around them.

But he wants us to follow the rules

And have order and discipline.

They show us how to solve problems around us,

And tell us to try our level best

They ask us to put our mark on the world

And how to be different from the rest.

Anyone can be a teacher

Because everyone has something to offer

And it can be quite a treat.

A teacher teaches us the unwritten rules of life

And the unasked questions too

Thank you, all my teachers

For whatever you do.

Diffident Therapy

Akanksha Mahapatra

Std-X.F,Admn.No-1222

“Behold the future!”Ms. Eaton exclaimed, as she removed the sheet with a flourish, revealing three

cardboard boxes. Then she laughed probably expecting us to join in but we didn’t. It was a therapy class for

ADHD. There were only three of us besides the teacher. The three cardboard boxes had the numbers 1, 2

and 3 written on them. “Are you excited to know what’s in these?” she chirped. “Nope” the three of us

replied in unison and resumed tapping our feet. Ms. Eaton sighed and walked to the board. She turned to

us with another overtly cheerful expression,“well, we could try something new….but before that repeat

what I said in the beginning of the class.” “Something about humming birds?” Jude asked. (I think that was

last week). “I never talked about humming birds with anyone.” Ms. Eaton stated with a fake smile

plastered on her face (oh). “About …them.” I said gesturing to the boxes. “Great work Cody” she sung out.

“I want you guys to try an activity. Once you get home, imagine your life, five years from now. Once you’re

done come to me, and you’ll get to open one of these” she said flipping the boxes around. All three of

them had future written on their back. She flashed us another grin and asked “Were you listening?”. Me

and Harvey nodded, wasn’t the same for Jude though.

A while later, I was swiveling round in my chair, my knee bouncing relentlessly. Future. I don’t have one.

There’s been precisely 0% improvement in my grades. Eaton’s really cheerful about my improvement at

paying attention, but she’s cheerful about everything. Every time I hold a book, I start daydreaming about

playing guitar. I was good at, well, nothing. That’s it, I’m done. Might as well go to Eaton, and state that I’ve

thrown in the towel. I slowly made my way to her house and walked in through the back door (we could

enter any time for ‘guidance’). I stared at the three boxes presently on her dining table. “You here

already?” I heard her say from behind me. “Ms. Eaton, I…..” “Open box no.2” “Listen, I….” “No.2”. I huffed

and walked over to the boxes. Seriously, we were fifteen. It’s just silly writing future on boxes and making

us open them. How does it help in therapy? I opened the box grudgingly, because Eaton was stubborn. The

box was empty. “Huh” I said looking at her startled. She smiled and walked over. “Your problem Cody, Is

that you’ve got absolutely zero self-confidence. ADHD though incurable, can be reduced. You’ve got great

potential. Grades aren’t everything” “But my future’s still empty” “It isn’t empty; it’s just hidden, because

you’re hell-bent on believing that you’re hopeless.” I looked into the box again; the bottom looked thicker

than the sides. At that I turned it upside down. A piece of cardboard dropped out along with a slip of

paper. I lifted the slip “Barking Hoop Records Talent Hunt?” I asked dumbfounded. The talent hunt was

cool and everything but the participation passes were a steep fetch. The fact that I was holding one was

overwhelming. “I’ve watched you sneak into the music lab afterschool. I might’ve overheard your sessions.

You’re stellar.” She said beaming. I grinned at her. I’ve only dreamt about participating in BHRTH. My

family wasn’t interested in it, and I couldn’t spare its price. “Thanks for this” I said waving the pass. “No

problem, my cousin works for them” she said opening the door. I raised an eyebrow and walked out. A

little way out, I managed to tear my eyes from the pass and barrel down the street.

Quintessence of childhood

Shreyamsi Brahma

Std-VIII-D,Admn no. 8887

A serene semblance, the essence of those days

When ice-cream would be on my face.

Eternally thirsty to travel more.

The aroma of cakes,

Do not fluster me anymore.

Never obliterate those prepossessing days,

Which are beaming like the sun's rays.

My ambition, I could semblance them quantum again.

Nature

Anjelina

Std-X-H

The Sky looks blue and vast,

calling me to swim in it at last,

but I can't move out

for my nest is caged

and keeps me highly bound

I am allowed to fly

to make sure I don't die

but not too far

within the bars

so what is they are bad

and they make me sad

but still I have all that I never had

I am a free soul

who has to play many vital roles

as that a bond man and a Slave

but I am restricted and freedom is all I Crave

I am allowed to squeak

and let the secret leak

for neither can they understand me

nor can they feel

I do all I want

amidst there taunt

For they know what I want

and that I can't disobey there daunt

So what if there bad

and they make me sad

but I still have all that I never had

the sky still continues looking vast

calling me to swim in it at last

but I can't move out

For my nest is out but keeps me tightly bound

They feed me what they can

But just with a few drops of bane

there kind to let me use the things

but only at the cost of my Wings

so what if they are bad

and they make me sad

but I still have all that I never had.

REASON for a Reason

Pratyush Das Std- VIII-F,Adm. No.3167

In this busy world,

I too am a bird of the same cage ,

I too work hard to achieve something,

To be a name in this world,

I too take part in the race of life,

In hope of someday I would shine like star

In this world u run and run,

When u stop - u are stamped by someone else

No one waits for u.

In this long run, I lost my smile - I lost myself in the targets of the office , in the expectations of the world.

HAPPINESS did not come for any reason in my life - it was no more my part.

I worked and soon reached mid life crisis.

But I hated retirement, I hated work , I hated LIFE.

One day I passed by an old man who had nothing,

Nor a house, nor a work nor a life to live.

BUT one thing he had - the smile on his face on seeing the first bloom on his pot, the smallest pot I had

seen.

He had no reason , still he smiled,

His wrinkles erased,

And he still lived his old childhood.

There was no reason for being happy,

When I asked him why to be happy in such a small thing,

He said " Young man, there shouldn't be any reason for a reason that gives happiness, I have nothing to

give but everything to take - I drink my life to every drop of it ".