Our Alumni, continue to make us proud and we continue to celebrate their achievements. Shreya Pilo who graduated as an AS student from The Winchester School, interned with The Gulf News. As an intern, two of her articles have already been published in the newspaper. This is surely a seemingly small step yet magnificently significant step for Shreya. We are extremely proud of you Shreya. May you continue to grow and shine forth wherever you are placed. The links to the first two articles are provided below;
http://gulfnews.com/tabloid/fashion/top-trends-of-2017-1.2145797 http://gulfnews.com/life-style/glamour/fashion/11-must-have-fashion-items-for-the-uae-winter-1.2143192
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Taneeshaa Pradhan of year 11 is an avid reader and an aspiring writer. She has participated and won several awards for her poetic contributions to different competitions. It is therefore with great pleasure that we inform you that Taneesha’s poem, ‘Hope screams among the Silenced’ has been chosen to be published in a North American online literary journal in April 2018. The literary journal can be found at www.girlsrighttheworld.com. Due to copyright issues we would not be publishing the poem on this blog. Congratulations Taneesha, may you continue to shine.
The results of the English Olympiad have been announced and Winchester has fared brilliantly. A good number of our students have qualified for the next round. Many of our students have also ranked among the top 10 in the subject. The list of students who have qualified are as follows.
· Jogani Jinay Keval · Nandika Sarker · Aarav Pradhan · Jessica Liz Peter · Mohamed Amhar Rishan · • Shanaia Dutta · • Rytasha Kumardeen · Safal Gupta · • Saamiya Sheikh · • Niharika Sarker · Nawadita Mukhia · Taneeshaa Rihit Pradhan · Nikta Hamid Nasseri · Yahia Elnaim We are indeed proud of all of their achievements and wish them all the best in the coming rounds. A poetry writing contest has been held to commemorate year of Tolerance through the Emirates Literature Festival hosted by Taleem at the month November of 2016. The students of The Winchester School has participated in the event with the following themes of Peace, Tolerance, and Universal Harmony to be incorporated in their poems to integrate UAE's key focus of 2017 - Tolerance through the Poetic Heart. Here are some of the submissions the Year 10s of the accelerated English batch of Academic Year 2016-2017 has made. The thumping of the guns, the throbbing of the hearts,
The desire to run to war with all your heart, The rush of adrenaline; the sense of duty, Scarring minds and destroying your inner beauty. All we need to do is unleash our hearts, Whether it is the sound of anguish ringing your ears, Or the sight of an orphaned child’s tears, The balance of Earth seesaws on the shaking hands of counterparts. Peace isn’t something which can be bought, It can only be done by the well thought, What makes it truly great, Is that it really is never too late. When destruction violence and bloodshed totally cease, In our world, there shall be peace. People must learn to get along, Not blame others, simply for being wrong. AARYAN MANOJ NAIR AN ANGRY POEM ABOUT PEACE By: Ankit Mehta I await the passing of this conundrum, I dream for the time to come for the number of violent deaths to decrease when citizens respect a non-corrupt police. A time when people regard different sects, one when bombs and assaults do not leave cities wrecked, these war zones need time and money, not far pushed neglect, and for this, our leaders, are the only suspects. Replace bullets with love and shoot benevolence into the sky, replace armoured tanks with schools and protect our future, allow people to to be truly free, and not stratified, from the influence of our nefarious abusers. Why are humans like this ? i cannot apprehend, malignant terrorists who know nothing but to condescend, throughout history we follow this wicked trend, few bad decisions and the world comes to an end. Personally, I would display today's world in a museum, shunned shy, in a corner forever forgotten, with it, an endless timepiece, to remember, when there was, World Peace. I SEE I see humans, But no humanity, I see a green field with beautiful flowers, But no children to play in them. I see guns, But no bullets, Because they are now in the heads of our sons, His blood now paints the streets, When his laughter should have made the days brighter. I see crates, But no apples in them, No, instead I see bodies, They are the bodies that scatter the streets, Just another nameless face covered by a white sheet, Ready to be shipped off. I see a notebook, But no pencil markings or pen scratchings, For there are no children to fill them in, With stories filled with dragons and fairies, Because we have rid them of their childhood. I see a house, But no family inside, They have fled, What's left of them at least. I see a road, But no people, No one to live, No one to love, No one to hope, No one to forgive, No one to congratulate, No one. Esther Sequeira The Art of Peace By Ingrid Alberts It’s the Quietude Within yourself, The re-establishment of our mental health. The soft-spoken words which soothes a discouraged heart, It’s what could be regarded by many a form of art. The flower which speaks ‘peace’ to florists, It’s the poppy which reminds us of those who perished. The connotation of a white flag of truce, It’s clearly the practice of peace we need to induce. The elimination of firearms, incendiaries and not to forget the knife, It’s called a better future; a reverie of a harmonious life. The shook of hands between two opposed soldiers, It’s the lion laying with the lamb; shoulders to shoulders. The nineteenth century Abolition Act, It’s William Wilberforce that campaigned against slavery to be exact. The messenger dove who carried an olive branch, It’s the Biblical story about giving peace a second chance. FRAGMENTED REALITIES Oh mankind, when will arrive the time, When the world will co-exist, free of crime, When words are worth more than guns, And peace has no price, but is everyone's People without corruption, and countries without power, A world without war, ammunitions with flowers, A life without violence, a life worth living, Where past sins are forgotten, and mistakes worth forgiving No prejudgement of flaws, religion or race, The people have a voice, encompassed with embrace, Battlefields aren't legal, legals aren't lethal, A planet where everyone is viewed as an equal Us humans have evolved, hence we should be knowing, There is no room for quarrels, just more room for growing, We're on the eve of abomination, on destruction's verge, But if we settle indifferences, victorious we will emerge It's all on us, our choice to decide whether, We walk a road of solitude, or live in harmony together? Whether we live a silent life or march the path of exile, Whether our lifetime on this planet, is even worthwhile A time so serene, our minds can only begin to comprehend, Or a fear to many, of an age of darkness to which we shall transcend, Or perhaps a hope to a few, of a world with no enemies, But it's YOUR view through the hourglass, of countless fragmented realities This morning I moved the curtain from the window. "This morning, there was enough cream left for one more coffee, and the neighbors were warming their engines and shoveling each other's walkways. This morning, I moved the curtain from the window, And I watched the plants embrace the sun. I imagined how nice it must be, to live and breathe light. This morning the dog finally caught his tail in the living room and slept under the table, waiting for bacons end. It would be hard to notice without standing still, And I could have easily just missed it, but this morning, watched the world yawn and stretch, This morning I moved the curtain from the window, And I knew peace.” Mariam Omar Tolerance "The Seed" Their verses of shameless fiction and scornful giggles echoes lone into the hollow dunes of my mind, They wear masks of mockery and spite, their shadows transform into scorpion silhouettes, As the parasite of red shame pierces my desert heart and my skin throbs in cold blue, My well runs dry. The fog's obscurity tumbles from the sky and I stormed, why must they speak of what's untrue? I suffocate, filled with rage hotter than a thousand desert suns- I boil in pain, The mockery turns into static, the crowd turns into haze and pressure pins me down stronger than gravity- I stumble down. I lay on the sand, my heart dreary and empty, With burnt sand beneath me, waking me up with hurt, Not even water can save me- I clenched my fists and my dragon breath curses halts my mid-sentences, I stand down. The storm of sand clears up, the reptiles freeze in motion, deathly eyes watch me soundless, I stood up and breathed, the air of peace fills my lungs as my eyes embraces the darkness one last time before I wake, I forsake the hatred, anger, fear, and dismay, the haunting ghosts escaped my soul, And I release. I vowed to abstain from firing- filling the pricks into my heart instead, with My values rooted deep to the ground, my heart understands this desert as territory, I stand strong with dignity for I am the life of the desert, Raised with grace and power from the endless daggers, deafening silences, and spiteful stares, I flourish For I am one with the elements of the sun, rain, air, Taught to understand the particles around me- I clenched my fists and I held back. I am the seed, I will grow and I will stand. Mother Nature I sometimes hear her weep at night For the hate is progressing; a reflection of who we are I sometimes hear her weep at night For every wound and every scar She’s hanging by a thread Because of the blessed and ungrateful She’s hanging by a thread Because of the feared and the hateful At times, I hear her weep at night For each child, asleep without a meal At times, I hear her weep at night For the lack of freedom and stability with which she’s had to deal She’s trying her best to stay afloat Despite her children at wars She’s trying her best to stay afloat Despite the sun seeping into her pores I often hear her weep at night For those who drown in the water that some drink I often hear her weep at night For those whose lives are taken in a blink Shraddha Sunil Let’s Give Peace a Chance This I ponder about every day, My friends are different from me in so many ways, We are all so unique coming from different lands, Their culture, colour and creed is not be the same as mine, But like a rainbow united we stand. We share food from each other, Without giving it a thought, Because it doesn’t matter from where each belongs, We love them no matter what, Isn’t this what we should be taught? There is so much our elders can learn from us each day, But they are busy fighting a war to our dismay. How can we children learn peace? When our elders don’t adhere to the path they lead, They rely on negativity, hatred and pain, Fighting wars which has no gain. Why can’t we respect each other’s religion and culture in the same way we do ours? Why can’t we accept one another as we are? Without judging us for where we come from. Aren’t we all part of the same human race? We children don’t understand war, We just want to live in peace and harmony with our friends around, We don’t want to get into this mess, We want to be happy, Forgetting the rest. Please let’s give peace a chance, To bring back those smiles which seem to be lost. That is only what we want. Peace Of Mind Sogand Ahari Pacing through the pouring midnight I heard the shower’s usual, knotted symphony. A roar that filled my ears with Earth’s sorrows and mourn also stained my mind with the usual and unwanted. I pondered, what is peace of thought? Screeching the knob open marked my daily rendezvous. Water clothed me entirely like second skin, establishing the regular visitor’s repeated arrival. Wanted to free my mind from the binds of negativity. I contemplated, what is peace of thought? Wanting to find myself in world, I told myself first find yourself within, Then, discover the world within the new you. Began taking satisfaction in the pleasure of all that I can leave behind me, I no more had temptation to resist the upcoming. I wondered, is this peace of thought? The unspecified morning after was my defining moment. What I urged for is not the sleep of mind, but a calm in the heart. I let go of the self-built hurdles, barriers that kept me locked in my brain, I finally realised, peace of mind is not the absence of control, but the presence of acceptance and withdrawal. One pleasant sunny Sunday afternoon, the Literature students of grade 11 seemed bored
and weary of their classroom. To their utter relief and joy they realized that their teacher also shared those feelings of boredom and had shifted the lesson to the pleasant and welcoming outdoors. The structure of the lesson had changed too. As a class filled with season debaters’, we decided to turn our Shakespearean text too into a battleground. The teacher announced various motions and the two groups argued either or for the motion. The motions ranged from Bassanio for the Husband of the year award to Jessica – a Nobel laureate for fostering peace between the various communities of Venice. The class was actively debating and engaging in critical thought while examining the texts through multiple perspectives. On 5th October 2015, the students of Winchester staged a play for the Scifest at Children’s City, Creek Park. The play aptly titled ‘Colony’ written by Anneka Recce, explores the consequences of human exploration and further inhabitation on the planet Mars. Coincidentally it was staged around the time that the news regarding the discovery of water on Mars was aired on practically all news channel. Our students not only acted, but also created the props for the entire play. The team of KS 4 and 5 students cleverly demonstrated and displayed their talents with both the lights and sounds for the play which brought forth a whole new dimension and depth to the play. All in all, the students had an enriching exposure. "Greetings and Welcome to the Winchester English Blog! Through this blog, we’ll be updating you on current events and activities your child can participate in. This is going to be an interesting way for you to get information on the details of your child’s school life. The blog will be a sneak peek into all the interesting activities your child partakes in as part of their learning. We would also update you on the upcoming events, trips etc. We hope you enjoy our updates! Feel free to write back to us, through comments on the blog Thank you, Regards The English blog team |
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