Life is a beautiful journey to death - Tenzin Jambey

I saw this quote hanging on the wall of my class classroom. Every day I used to see it, and I used to think and ask myself, is life a beautiful journey to death? Then my consciousness would say it's in our hands whether if you do good things, then you will get a peaceful death, but if you do sin, then obviously you'll face a terrible death. But, sometimes, it happens that kind-hearted people die.

If we look into the world around us and see the recent deaths, we will find that a good person dies first. There is the story of a man and son; once, a boy asked his father why good people die first, then the father said to the child think you are going to a garden, and there are many flowers and which flower would you pluck. The child told the most beautiful one then the father said that god also wants to take the good person with him. 

Sometimes things become so complicated that we are unable to predict the output. Peole say you are not good, she is like this, he is like that, they are not good but sometimes our  life itself becomes a cause of great destruction of ourselves. 

Many people desire to become rich whereas some people are happy being poor. Rich people face as many problems as other people do. Behind every negativity there is a positivity and behind every smily face there is a sad face.

Tenzin Jambey

Pestalozzi Children’s Village India

Image from The Little Book Of Values

The Superficial Rosy-ness - Reveda Bhatt

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“We all love roses, and when I say that, I mean the blooming ones because nobody even cares a bit when they seem to wilt!”

You know, the usual-a rose-too common but never seems to get outdated. The emotions hiding behind this flower are too many to comprehend. They stick out everywhere-in happy moments as well as in sad ones. When seen in and out, it sometimes even portrays the human character of being multifaced-tender and mild on the outside but painful or raging on the inside, just like a human heart could be!

Like any other flower, roses go through the stages of life where first, as a growing bud, they are provided with everything they need to grow. They struggle through the part of their lives to fully mature, and later, some are plucked by us as we gaze at its brilliance and find a place in a vase, and we keep it till we can gain something out of it-a pleasant smell and a decent look.

Happy till it serves us with all that, and then, once it ages, it’s thrown back into the environment was cut off from before because it’s no use now. Then, there lies the depressing vase, empty, just waiting to take over the life of another. This cycle keeps on going because sometimes it’s easier to keep moving in the same process over and over again rather than risking all of it and jumping off it having no idea where
you’ll land.

Fun fact: The look of the rose we get is also superficial. How?

Once the old, raging flower petals wither and fall off, rather than the bud that once swayed proudly with its colourful petals, there just stands a stem with thorns waiting to hurt you!

Reveda Bhatt

Grade 9

The Aryan School

My Little Sin - Vani Pandey

I woke up at five to see,

A little flower waiting for me. 

Just outside my room's window,

On a quiet tall, and bushy willow.

It danced along the breeze happily,

As if asking me to join too!

So I stretched my arms to get it in,

Oh god, but I wish I knew!

That it would turn out to be a sin.

I brought the flower inside,

And asked it to dance with me.

But it just said nothing rather sighed,

Thinking it was tiring, I let it be.

The next morning I visited it again,

Just to find it dying in pain.

"Oh, poor flower, how should I save you. How should I dance just the wanted me to?"

But it said just said nothing,

For its breath had been taken away.

I woke up at five just to see,

A little dead flower who died for me.

Vani Pandey 

VIII C 

Gyanshree School