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OUR SCHOOL: Kasiga School, India 

India also called the Republic of India is a country in South Asia. It is the seventh largest country by area, the second-most populous country (with over 1.2 billion people). It is bounded by the Indian Ocean on the south, the Arabian Sea on the southwest, and the Bay of Bengal on the southeast. It shares land borders with Pakistan to the west, China, Nepal, and Bhutan to the northeast; and Myanmar and Bangladesh to the east. In the Indian Ocean, India is in the vicinity of Sri Lanka and the Maldives. India's Andaman and Nicobar Islands share a maritime border with Thailand and Indonesia.

Dehradun 

Dehradun is the interim capital city of Uttarakhand, a state in the northern part of India. Located in the Garhwal region. Dehradun is in the Doon Valley on the foothills of the Himalayas nestled between the river Ganges on the east and the river Yamuna on the west. The city is famous for its picturesque landscape and slightly milder climate and provides a gateway to the surrounding region. It is well connected and in proximity to Himalayan tourist destinations and the Hindu holy cities of Haridwar and Rishikesh.

Kasiga School

Kasiga School is a leading co-educational, english medium boarding school associated to CBSE- The Central Board Of Secondary Education and CIE (The University Of Cambridge International Examinations). The School is situated in the pollution free, lush green and picturesque region of Dehradun which is considered as the Splendid Hub of Education in India. The Location of this School is easily accessible as it is about one hour flight And 6 Hour Rail or Bus Trip from Delhi. The Dehradun City Is Attraction Point for Prominent Educational Institutes That Magnetizes outstanding Students and Staff from all across the World.

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Our 2018 Work

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Our 2017 Projects

LITTLE BOY AND AN APPLE TREE

A long time ago, there was a huge apple tree. A little boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the tree-top, ate the apples, took a nap under the shadow...He loved the tree and the tree loved to play with him. Time went by... the little boy had grown up and he no longer played around the tree every day. One day, the boy came back to the tree and he looked sad.

"Come and play with me," the tree asked the boy. "I am no longer a kid, I don't play around trees anymore." The boy replied, "I want toys. I need money to buy them." "Sorry, but I don't have money... but you can pick all my apples and sell them. So, you will have money." The boy was so excited. He grabbed all the apples on the tree and left happily. The boy never came back after he picked the apples. The tree was sad. One day, the boy returned and the tree was so excited.

"Come and play with me" the tree said. "I don't have time to play. I have to work for my family. We need a house for shelter. Can you help me?" "Sorry, but I don't have a house. But you can chop off my branches to build your house." So the boy cut all the branches of the tree and left happily. The tree was glad to see him happy but the boy never came back since then. The tree was again lonely and sad.

One hot summer day, the boy returned and the tree was delighted. "Come and play with me!" the tree said. "I am sad and getting old. I want to go sailing to relax myself. Can you give me a boat?" "Use my truck to build your boat. You can sail far away and be happy." So the boy cut the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing and never showed up for a long time.

Finally, the boy returned after he left for so many years. "Sorry, my boy. But I don't have anything for you any more. "No more apples for you... "the tree said. "I don't have teeth to bite" the boy replied. "No more truck for you to climb on" "I am too old for that now" the boy said. "I really can't give you anything ... the only thing left is my dying roots" the tree said with tears. "I don't need much now, just a place to rest. I am tired after all these years." The boy replied. "Good! Old tree roots is the best place to lean on and rest. Come, Come sit down with me and rest." The boy sat down and the tree was glad and smiled with tears.......

This is a story of everyone. The tree is our parent. When we were young, we loved to play with Mom and Dad...When we grown up, we left them... only came to them when we need something or when we are in trouble. No matter what, parents will always be there and give everything they could to make you happy. You may think the boy is cruel to the tree but that's how all of us are treating our parent.

by D.R., class 9B

HOW TO MAKE EARTH A BETTER PLACE?

Air Pollution

Pollution is any kind of contamination of air for example smoke. Do you know why pollution is bad for you? As smoke can kill you. Pollution is a smoke which can destroy the Ozone layer.

What is the ozone layer?

The ozone layer is a layer that protects us from the sun’s rays but pollution makes holes. Smoke is bad for the ozone layer and for your body when you smoke. When you smoke your life gets shorter.

Recycle

You should recycle because so much people litter which makes the world dirty. Why should you care for Earth? Earth is our home and nature gives so many things to us so we should give respect.

Don’t waste water

If we waste water we won’t get all the water we need. We need water to live because 75% of our body is water. Without water we would die.

Don’t waste trees

If you cut down the trees to make paper that’s bad because the world gets hotter and if ice melts it will flood the world. We need trees for oxygen and air.

by S.P.S. grade V

THE WEDDING CARD

 It was summer time and the Azads were sitting in their garden. There were four members in the family. However, there weren’t many who liked visiting their place for the simple reason of the location of their house. Azads’ house was situated near a graveyard.  Rampur was a sleepy town where the locals did not wish anything to disrupt their peace let alone invite visits from dead who were buried in the graveyard.  Mr. Murad Azad believed that there was no supernatural element in nature and so did the family.

The family was busy discussing plans for the summer vacations. Myra, the mother and Sikund, the son wanted to visit Nainitaal to escape the heat of the summer months whereas Murad, the father and Ada, the daughter, wanted to go to Ladakh. Sikund finally was able to convince everyone as Ladakh was too far and a lot of time would be spent in travelling since they planned to go by road. 

So the following Friday the family left for Nainitaal. They reached by the evening and checked in a hotel. The weather was a cool respite from the heat of the plains. Everyone enjoyed the picturesque scenic beauty as they strolled down the roads and enjoyed in the lake. The week flew past as they played games and indulged in adventure sports enjoying para gliding and host of other activities. Soon it was time for them to go back home. It was a Friday .As they started the kids settled in the back seats and Myra sat in the front seat while Murad drove the car. They all had had a good time but still there was no chirpy chattering on the way back. In fact a heavy silence hung in the air which made everyone uneasy. The feeling persisted throughout their drive.

As they disembarked Myra had the most uncomfortable eerie sensation as she looked at her house. She felt almost breathless, choking for air. She looked at her family; none of them seemed to notice the change in her. However, she could sense that even Murad was not in his element as he made his way to the house fumbling for the right key in the bunch. Ada came and clutched onto her hand saying nothing but acting half her age. For once, Myra doubted if it had been a good decision to have made the choice to stay in house opposite to the graveyard. She tried to shake the feeling off and cheer up Ada as they entered the home. Taking fatigue to be the cause of the uneasiness she moved on to kitchen to get tea ready for everyone. It was then she saw the card on the dining table.

She picked it up wondering what it was. It was a wedding invite. She went to Murad asking him whose it was. She did not recall seeing it there when they had left for Nainital. As she opened and started reading it out to Murad, he said it couldn’t be. The cousin who had invited them had been out of town for years. Nonetheless, he decided to call him up. He called up Samar, who told them that he did come to invite them but they were not there when he had come.

‘Then who did you give the card to?'    'Well, your caretaker, who was really hospitable.’

 'Come off your jokes, Samar, we don’t have a caretaker’.     ‘Now you stop kidding, Murad. It was really a rude treatment and I was most embarrassed as I was with Papa who was highly offended by her.’

’Her?’   ' Yes, first of all she took ages to open the door, then finally when as  we were about to leave she opened the door and growled saying that she doesn’t like people to visit at twilight and we had disturbed her routine.’

'What did she look like?'   ‘Murad, stop it man! you want a description of your caretaker from me?'

’Will you believe me, we don’t have any woman as our caretaker!’  ’ All I recall is a woman in hijab who had bloodshot eyes. I always told you not to live near graveyard. You never listened to ………’

‘Ammi, Ammi see Ada has fainted‘   Myra rushed to kids’ rooms. Murad too joined cutting the call hastily. Ada was lying unconscious on the floor. He picked her up as she came to, she almost shrieked,’ don’t put me on the bed, she forbade me!’

‘Who forbade you, what are you talking about, Ada?’   'Papa, there was a woman here she told me to leave at once and threw those marbles at me, saying the house belongs to her, you are hers and we must leave you.’

Murad turned to see what Ada was pointing at and to his surprise there were marbles lying in that corner. He could feel blood drain from his body. It couldn’t be, ‘Impossible! ‘He muttered under his breath. He picked one of the marbles and recalled his childhood friend, Nilofer who had left the town when her father was transferred. How they both had cried promising to keep in touch, those days of innocent affection. There was that eerie silence, he wondered if she had returned. If he at all wanted her anymore. What was he to tell his family? Was Nilofer dead? Where could she be, did he believe in afterlife?

He was flustered and had no answers as he sat holding his head in his hands.

by H.S., class 11


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