Kid Stuff

Just how popular was Mini? Very. Every year, her classmates voted her as the favourite student. She was easy to get along with and great company. The number of friends she had by far outnumbered those of anyone else in her group.

One day the 10-year-old was caught yakkety-yakking in the class and ordered to stay back as punishment. Staying back meant doing something 'useful', like helping in the garden or library after school.

Now the school in which Mini studied had a rule of sorts. Once a month, you could interchange your punishment schedule with someone else. If you had something else to do the day you were punished, you could ask a friend to stand in for you. Of course, you had to return the favour, but in that same month itself. Otherwise the favour cancelled itself out.

So the students who stayed back for others and wanted the favour repaid, found ways to be punished that very month.

As it happened, on that day a very dear aunt was visiting Mini on her way back to America. That afternoon was the only chance Mini had of seeing her for another five years.

Mini needed someone to stand in for her. That was a problem though - it was the last day of the month. So anyone who helped her, would do so out of friendship's sake alone.

She sought out Preeti, her 'best' friend. "Oh no Mini, I can't," Preeti said. "I have to coach my brother for his nursery entrance test. The kid just can't seem to get into any decent school." And she spent a good deal of time telling Mini of her brother's problems.

"Mohit, will you stay back for me?" Mini asked another friend who was dribbling a ball in the playground. She knew he often just hung around after school.

"To help the librarian? I wish you'd told me earlier. I have to go to a relative's house with my father. Some other day perhaps," and with that Mohit fled.

By now, Mini was beginning to doubt if even one of her friends would agree to stay. But she tried again. Three more friends and each one refused.

Of course, no one said "no" outright. Mini was a great pal, after all. But each had a 'reason' why they couldn't take her place that afternoon, and if only it were some other day...

So, after school Mini stayed back to help the librarian, Ms Mathur. And, when the remote Ms Mathur found her crying after everyone had left, it was she who surprised Mini by allowing her to leave to meet her aunt.

"Some popularity I have," Mini murmured to herself, as she went home. "I may have many friends, but in reality I have none."

Alone i lay on a wooden raft
Alone i stay in the dark
Alone i pray to survive
Alone i may not survive

Alone i look out the sea
Alone i wake up on the sea
Alone i seek out for help
Alone i may not survive

Alone i eat my dry food
Alone i drink the salty water
Alone i sit in the cold
Alone i may not survive

Alone, yes, alone i stare at the storm
Alone, yes, alone i live on the sea
Alone, yes, alone i wait for the rescue boat
Alone, yes, alone i may not survive

Alone, yes, alone i pray to be safe
Alone, yes, alone i call out for help
Alone, yes, alone i get on the boat
Alone, yes, alone i was rescued

Alone, yes, alone i lived on sea for months
Alone, yes, alone i walk ashore unaided
Alone, yes, alone i continue to hold the
Guinness World Record for survival at sea

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There is a dark chasm
between your hand and mine -

a distance
I cannot yet fathom
without falling
into the descent of darkness.

Oh, how I longed to follow you,
to stay beside you on the journey -
but it was not meant to be;

the denial left a jagged ache,
no matter how heartfelt the prayers
I uttered faithfully.

I cursed the shadows
that took you

until I saw you
ascend into the light.

I knew then

I could not fail you again -
I had to stay here,
on the far side of the sun,

until the bridge was built
that would allow me to safely cross,

until my path was prepared,
spread upon the glistening horizon

where you wait,
in silence.

Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.

Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.

Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.

Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.

Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.

Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.

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By: Ashley jones

Winter is Dis
For the Safeway girl

Winter is discontent
Winter is unrequited love
Winter is in my heart forever
Winter is goes into spring
Winter is
Winter is my heart
Winter is the dart
You threw at me, Erline

Wine by the fire on a cold winter night a Gelid concordant. The snows of winter has fallen; and the
Winds are decrescent
Wildlife are
Indefatigable
In
Winter-land
Wine by the fire on a cold winter night. Monumental snows are glaciated; and the
Valleys below are elongated
In an alabaster,
Powdery
Splendor.
Engaging winter, where polar bears are denning
And accumbented in a long
Winter sleep. Winter's prelusory; for the translucent amber,
Gild, of autumn to a dulcify
In their joining. As we dine epicurean, in the comforts of clover;
And bonivant on tasty
Wines.
Wine by the fire on a cold winter night as we
Amorously commingle as one in A fervent that's
Second to None And the taste of
Wine by the fire on a cold winter
Night.

It makes you healthy,
It gives you energy,
An apple or a guava
An orange or a papaya
Eat a fruit everyday
But don’t throw the seeds away.

Here’s a simple thing you can do
You could tell all your friends too!
Plant the seed in the soil
(It doesn’t take much time or toil)
Pour a little water there
A young shoot will soon appear.

In time it’ll become a big tree -
Which gives so much to you and me!
This way there’ll be forests again
Green and clean our earth will remain.

Grow trees this easy way -
And its fun too, I say!
So eat a fruit every day
But remember --
Don’t throw the seeds away.

part:1

Where's Manbhavan?" Nitya cried. Her pudgy face showed great surprise.

"Where is Manbhavan?" repeated Bhavna, peering into Nitya's cupboard. The cardboard box in which he lived was wide open - and - absolutely empty! Bhavna gingerly picked up the blouses and skirts that lay arranged in neat piles on the shelf and poked around them with a hesitant finger. "Hmm - he's not here, that's for sure," she said.

"My cupboard was shut!" Nitya cried indignantly. "Someone stole him - or, deliberately let him go. I'm going to report it!"

"Wait a minute," Bhavna interrupted at once. "I don't think you can."

Nitya stared at her, then sighed - a long whooshy sound like air escaping from a balloon. "You're right," she said gloomily, "I can't, can I?" she sounded close to tears.

The rules were quite clear - no pets in the hostel. There was no way that Nitya could actually begin an official search for Manbhavan.

"Who could have been that mean to take him away from me?" she wailed. "Everyone knows how much I love him!" She tugged distractedly at the springy curls flopping onto her forehead. Her cheeks, that were so soft and looked just like pudding that one felt like pushing a finger right through, now drooped sadly.

"I was just wondering," Bhavna said thoughtfully, screwing up her pointy little face. "Could it be...?" she paused hesitantly.

To put matters straight - Manbhavan was a frog. Originally Nitya had acquired him for a rather 'ugh' reason. She wanted to dissect him. She knew this was what people did to find out about more about a frog's insides - something she was quite curious about after learning all about amphibians in the Biology class.

"After all, I intend to be a scientist," she had told Bhavna. "I should know what the inside of a frog looks like!"

But Bhavna had shrieked. The sound, which was as loud and piercing as the whistle of a train on a silent, sleepless night, had shaken Nitya.

"No, you're not!" Bhavna screamed. "I mean you're not going to cut up the poor, little creature!"

For a moment Nitya gaped at her - the poor girl was still in a state of shock. She'd never realised that Bhavna could shriek that loudly! Then Nitya had peeked at Manbhavan again. He was flopping about in the paper bag in which she'd captured him. There was something appealing about his large, popping eyes - something sad and soulful.

Suddenly Nitya underwent a change of heart. "We-ell," she said, "suppose I keep him..and..just study him? How about that?" "You can't do that! You know you're not allowed to keep animals in the dorm," Bhavna said firmly. "You know the rules: No pets AT ALL!"

Nitya's lower lip stuck out in a stubborn pout. She declared, "Then I definitely am going to keep him!" When Nitya sported that expression Bhavna knew there was no way you could make her budge an inch!