Month: August 2019
Mother – by P Shraavya Hande, Grade 7B, Ekya School JP Nagar
Mother, oh! mother, You are my cradle; You hold me every time I stumble! Mother, oh! mother, You feed me; You ignite the energy in me! Mother, oh! mother, You are my life; My jive! Mother, oh! mother, You are...
Field Trip to Visvesvaraya Museum – Ekya School ITPL
As part of the Science learning trip, Students of Ekya School ITPL Grade 3 and 4 visited Visvesvarya Museum accompanied by teachers. Students explored various machines and...
Grade 3B Class Assembly on Grit and Determination
Grit is that ‘extra something’ that separates the most successful people from the rest. It’s the passion, perseverance, and stamina that we must channel in order to stick with our dreams until they become a reality. When you are determined to...
Traffic in Bangalore
Traffic, it was born Indian Now it strikes us Indians. Bangalore traffic for example, Is a handful to handle. Oh my, these mad honkers, They make people go bonkers! Traffic in its territory, It will last for an eternity....
Nurturing our student’s personal safety awareness is our priority!
At Ekya School JP Nagar, we had a week dedicated to Gender Sensitisation for the Montessori and the children went through exploring the rules to keep their body safe! Right from learning the three personal safety rules: clothing rule, touching...
Life at Ekya – by Gauri Ippali
A Couple of months back, I was going through the advertisements of our Ekya School in an old newspaper and an idea struck my mind to bring all the characteristics of my school into one single page and draw a...
My Inspiration Towards Doodling by Dheer Banerjee, Grade 5
The first question everybody asks an author or an artist is “ Who or What is the inspiration for your artwork? ”Well in my case, my inspiration for doodling is my best friend and classmate Priam. When I was in my...
Playing the piano – By Niranjana Arun, Grade 6
Playing the piano When I first got you, I was overwhelmed with joy. Now you are just standing there, Collecting dust like a toy. One day I walk up to you, And pull out your covers. Realising you were part...