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IGNORANCE?

Prarambha Adhikari

IX A | Sapphire House | 2018-09-07
Just a thought 

What happened to us??

Samragi Karki

VI H | Emerald House | 2018-09-01
Ok, I don't know what  has happened to all of us nowadays.  We used to have new inspirational and thought-provoking articles every day. Now, I barely see one article  in a week.  So does anybody have  an explanation for what is happening?

Bullying

Samragi Karki

VI H | Emerald House | 2018-07-17
This is not a story, it is a real-life event that many people have to face every second. Even in our own school, many of us experience bullying. 

20 Interesting Facts About Computers

Sumohib Karki

VI D | Garnet House | 2018-07-10
A computer is an electronic device which is capable of receiving information (data) in a particular form and of performing a sequence of operations in accordance with a predetermined but variable set of procedural instructions (program) to produce a result in the form of information or signals.

Don't Waste Your Life

Shreeya Dhakal

IX E | Emerald House | 2018-07-06
We worry about the future so much that we stop living in the present. But there is something we can do which can make our present beautiful and our future even more so. We can follow our passion......

CELEBRATE YOUR LIFE THE WAY IT IS!

Pushpika Thapa

X D | Sapphire House | 2018-07-04
From your everyday schedule do you ever take time out to realize, how blessed you are? Do you ever long for more? Of course you do, and that is human nature. But do you know that there are people who do not get a proper food a day, people who wear same clothes every day, who walk barefoot on streets and children who do not go to school. And when you do realize, what you have is more than what many people get, you surely get a feeling that you are blessed.

Let's Unite for Animal Protection

Shreeya Dhakal

IX E | Emerald House | 2018-06-28
As humans, we call ourselves the most intelligent life form on this planet. Then, why are we so selfish? Why don't we care for other beings that coexist with us?

BLAMESTORM

Vanessa Pradhan

Executive Secretary  | 2018-09-16
It's quite sad to know that we can do very less about blaming. It's an on-going process causing resentment, hatred and shame. What can be done is, it can at the least be avoided. Here are few tips on how to stop blaming others and why to 

Effective Public Speaking

Jaya Narayan Bhusal

Teacher  | 2018-07-10
This article aims at providing students and aspirant public speakers a checklist of dos and don'ts to leave an indelible impression and inspiration towards public speaking.

Let's Go Green and Make our School Campus Clean

Sulaksha Purna Shrestha

Head of Department, Science  | 2018-07-05
These are the interesting observations I have made within our school campus related to the environment cleanliness. I hope by following the things mentioned below we can make our school campus cleaner and greener.

My Childhood Memoirs

Angshoo Rai

Hostel Incharge cum Teacher | 2018-07-06
"Ma'am, Sir has asked us to hear your childhood stories for..English Project," a group of girls stands in front of me.

"Create your own..any..imaginative writing." My prompt response.

I sent them back, but their request pushed me somewhere to the retrospect!!

My childhood stories are not less than a tale to tell. If I narrate my days, it would be a folktale to my students now. It was the time when National channel (Doordarshan) was an extreme entertainment, a toffee a treasure, a one rupee coin a wealth and a new dress a festival. We sound poor and poverty stricken but those were the common days for all back then and indeed the golden days! Mobile phones and video games were a far cry! We loved to muddle in the mud and dabble in the nearby streams all day. We devoured the raw fruits, wild berries..whatever edible, to be precise. Junk food was unknown to us. (It wasn't introduced into our world).

The only eatery we had, other than homemade was our regular hawker, who sold sweet meats and confectionery items in a tin box. We called him Mithaiwala. He paid a visit once in every fortnight in our neighborhood. Though I have a faint memory of him and his activities, but his physical features are well carved in my memoir. A tall, lanky fellow with loose fitting wears, snow white beard, grey hair but almost bald on the top. He carried a black tin box on his almost bald head in support with his check towel rolled as a tea coaster! His tin box was magical, which when opened had multiple drawer full of cream buns, yellow cakes, cream rolls, khurmas, malpuwas, and homemade white candies. Whenever wherever the box opened, our famishing eyes used to thoroughly scan the entire drawer. The neighborhood we grew was not the kind we live in today. We lived more like families than as neighbors. We used to know the details of each other's lives. Thus whichever house the Mithaiwala went, it wasn't awkward for kids like us to hover around his box. Mithaiwala was the most awaited being in our neighborhood, especially for kids like us.

Another amazing epoch of my golden days is the medicinal treatments given at home. Hardly have I remembered swallowing a tablet or capsule to fight flu and viral. We were treated at home with the herbal medicines passed on through generations. I have a vivid memory of my mom wrapping dry roasted Fenugreek seeds in a white cloth and tying around my neck - to fight cough?!? It was an external treatment and a glass of hot milk with turmeric and ginger bits as internal! Within a day or two, my whopping cough used to subside to zero. The bark and leaves of guava tree crushed and made slurry were fed thrice a day to cure diarrhea and dysentery. Cold compress in fever, massage with mustard oil and roasted garlic in muscle pain, rubbing lime in insect bites, gargle with salt and hot water in throat pain..minute bruises and cuts were forgotten and left unnoticed. Only during fracture and broken bones, hospital was remembered, (for white plaster esp.). Few old men treated broken bones also at home. I remember them applying green paste made of herbs, leaves and bark of trees. Its my papa, who got snakebite twice and got treated home, himself! Amazing!!

The outdoor games we played will be another fairy tale now. Our playground used to be the main road where company vehicles used to ply carrying tea leaves, sometimes ration for the workers. We enjoyed flying paper airplanes (kite was a bit standard), paper boats in the nearby streams, riding handmade wooden cycles (small wheels), hide and see in the woods and bamboo grooves, making a team and pulling each other with strength (I don't know the name of that game), kabaddi, gillidanda, marbles. Of all flying paper planes used to continue for hours. If anyone's plane flew well, he/she would get all praiseworthy glances! Never did we realize, it was the breeze which helped the "pilotless plane" to fly!
We had 10 months school and the last 2 months, our favorite winter vacation, which was much anticipated! Two months used to flee in a wink leaving us with reddish, chapped cheeks and rough skin.

Those were the days of fun and games, innocence, naivety and carefree life. Am glad I could witness live those days of incredible recreation. If am asked to narrate my childhood memoirs to my high tech students today, they might think am an intruder, hopped in through a TIME MACHINE! Or would conclude "Ma'am cooks up stories well".

I'm so thankful I had a childhood before technology took over.
Kudos!  +36❤

My Childhood Memoirs

Angshoo Rai

Hostel Incharge cum Teacher | 2018-07-06
"Ma'am, Sir has asked us to hear your childhood stories for..English Project," a group of girls stands in front of me.

"Create your own..any..imaginative writing." My prompt response.

I sent them back, but their request pushed me somewhere to the retrospect!!

My childhood stories are not less than a tale to tell. If I narrate my days, it would be a folktale to my students now. It was the time when National channel (Doordarshan) was an extreme entertainment, a toffee a treasure, a one rupee coin a wealth and a new dress a festival. We sound poor and poverty stricken but those were the common days for all back then and indeed the golden days! Mobile phones and video games were a far cry! We loved to muddle in the mud and dabble in the nearby streams all day. We devoured the raw fruits, wild berries..whatever edible, to be precise. Junk food was unknown to us. (It wasn't introduced into our world).

The only eatery we had, other than homemade was our regular hawker, who sold sweet meats and confectionery items in a tin box. We called him Mithaiwala. He paid a visit once in every fortnight in our neighborhood. Though I have a faint memory of him and his activities, but his physical features are well carved in my memoir. A tall, lanky fellow with loose fitting wears, snow white beard, grey hair but almost bald on the top. He carried a black tin box on his almost bald head in support with his check towel rolled as a tea coaster! His tin box was magical, which when opened had multiple drawer full of cream buns, yellow cakes, cream rolls, khurmas, malpuwas, and homemade white candies. Whenever wherever the box opened, our famishing eyes used to thoroughly scan the entire drawer. The neighborhood we grew was not the kind we live in today. We lived more like families than as neighbors. We used to know the details of each other's lives. Thus whichever house the Mithaiwala went, it wasn't awkward for kids like us to hover around his box. Mithaiwala was the most awaited being in our neighborhood, especially for kids like us.

Another amazing epoch of my golden days is the medicinal treatments given at home. Hardly have I remembered swallowing a tablet or capsule to fight flu and viral. We were treated at home with the herbal medicines passed on through generations. I have a vivid memory of my mom wrapping dry roasted Fenugreek seeds in a white cloth and tying around my neck - to fight cough?!? It was an external treatment and a glass of hot milk with turmeric and ginger bits as internal! Within a day or two, my whopping cough used to subside to zero. The bark and leaves of guava tree crushed and made slurry were fed thrice a day to cure diarrhea and dysentery. Cold compress in fever, massage with mustard oil and roasted garlic in muscle pain, rubbing lime in insect bites, gargle with salt and hot water in throat pain..minute bruises and cuts were forgotten and left unnoticed. Only during fracture and broken bones, hospital was remembered, (for white plaster esp.). Few old men treated broken bones also at home. I remember them applying green paste made of herbs, leaves and bark of trees. Its my papa, who got snakebite twice and got treated home, himself! Amazing!!

The outdoor games we played will be another fairy tale now. Our playground used to be the main road where company vehicles used to ply carrying tea leaves, sometimes ration for the workers. We enjoyed flying paper airplanes (kite was a bit standard), paper boats in the nearby streams, riding handmade wooden cycles (small wheels), hide and see in the woods and bamboo grooves, making a team and pulling each other with strength (I don't know the name of that game), kabaddi, gillidanda, marbles. Of all flying paper planes used to continue for hours. If anyone's plane flew well, he/she would get all praiseworthy glances! Never did we realize, it was the breeze which helped the "pilotless plane" to fly!
We had 10 months school and the last 2 months, our favorite winter vacation, which was much anticipated! Two months used to flee in a wink leaving us with reddish, chapped cheeks and rough skin.

Those were the days of fun and games, innocence, naivety and carefree life. Am glad I could witness live those days of incredible recreation. If am asked to narrate my childhood memoirs to my high tech students today, they might think am an intruder, hopped in through a TIME MACHINE! Or would conclude "Ma'am cooks up stories well".

I'm so thankful I had a childhood before technology took over.
Kudos!  +36❤

Blogger of the Month

YOU

Pushpika Thapa

X D | Sapphire House | 2018-06-16
You are one of the best creation of the god. No matter what god will always be with you. It is always better to fail thousand times rather than not trying at all. Even if you fail you will get he satisfaction that you tried and you will gain some experience.

PAINFUL LIFE

Pushpika Thapa

X D | Sapphire House | 2018-06-23
This is a short poem written about the street life of the street children.

CELEBRATE YOUR LIFE THE WAY IT IS!

Pushpika Thapa

X D | Sapphire House | 2018-07-04
From your everyday schedule do you ever take time out to realize, how blessed you are? Do you ever long for more? Of course you do, and that is human nature. But do you know that there are people who do not get a proper food a day, people who wear same clothes every day, who walk barefoot on streets and children who do not go to school. And when you do realize, what you have is more than what many people get, you surely get a feeling that you are blessed.

Teacher's Corner

BLAMESTORM

Vanessa Pradhan

Executive Secretary  |  2018-09-16
It's quite sad to know that we can do very less about blaming. It's an on-going process causing resentment, hatred and shame. What can be done is, it can at the least be avoided. Here are few tips on how to stop blaming others and why to 

Internet in the Classroom

Jaya Narayan Bhusal

English Teacher  |  2018-08-28
This is the list of websites which can help ESL learners an independent learning platform while making the ELT Practitioners  
design and deliver their classes even more effectively.

Effective Public Speaking

Jaya Narayan Bhusal

Teacher  |  2018-07-10
This article aims at providing students and aspirant public speakers a checklist of dos and don'ts to leave an indelible impression and inspiration towards public speaking.

Let's Go Green and Make our School Campus Clean

Sulaksha Purna Shrestha

Head of Department, Science  |  2018-07-05
These are the interesting observations I have made within our school campus related to the environment cleanliness. I hope by following the things mentioned below we can make our school campus cleaner and greener.

My Childhood Memoirs

Angshoo Rai

Hostel Incharge cum Teacher   |  2018-07-06
Flashback to good old days.

Yes, I am a Potterhead

Ichchha Dhungel

IT Officer  |  2018-06-08
Potterhead (plural Potterheads) (informal) One who loves the Harry Potter series of books, especially to a fanatical degree.