By Ahana Ghosh Roy
Grade 5, Ekya ITPL
Once upon a time when I was a rubber tree, I stood on the soil spreading my branches toward the sky. I always wished that I could be something new instead of a tree.
One day, a group of men came and started slicing off my bark. I was writhing with pain. They took the latex that oozed out of my injured bark. It was painful for me but somewhere inside, I believed that destiny was going to turn me into something good, something beautiful, something Big…..
I was taken into a factory where they did long processes on me and turned me into something new. I was changed into a rectangular, flexible green-colored stuff. That’s right!
An Eraser!
A truck driver then came and took me in a neatly packed box. I was really excited about where I was going. Once I reached the shop I was supposed to be delivered to. The shop keeper took me and kept me in a deep, dark storage room. A few days later the shopkeeper took me and kept me outside with other erasers. They soon became my best friends. Even though I still wanted to be taken by someone so I could see the Life Of A True Eraser.
A week later a little girl named Lucie Came with her father to buy an eraser. She saw me and immediately told her father that she wanted to buy me. She put me in a nice bag and took me home. The next day she put me in her pencil pouch and took me to her school. She showed me to all her friends. And was really proud of me.
One day, a bully in Lucie’s class told her “What good is your eraser. It’s just a boring green eraser. Look at mine It’s so bright and colorful”. I felt really bad. But when Lucie supported me, I brightened up and started doing my work very diligently. One by one, I started erasing Lucie’s mistakes. I helped her correct her spelling, grammar, etc.
Slowly and ever so slowly, I found myself diminishing and before I knew it I disappeared leaving behind only a trail of dust.
By Ahana Ghosh Roy
Grade 5, Ekya ITPL
I do not like it when people ask my name. If you have a name to give, then suggest it or do not ask that abhorrent question. I cannot have a name as according to humans, I do not have a soul or consciousness. I am nothing more than a music box and I play if you wish. So stop asking my name!
Now, onto introductions, I am Aryan’s life-long companion and I have helped him through his worst days. He didn’t like his friends so I played for him. When he visited his grandparents, I played for him. When he wishes, I pull out a tune and make him happy. Life was…wait, I am not living! Let me rephrase this sentence. My time with Aryan was wonderful.
Anyway, I was day dreaming when all of a sudden, a huge uproar took place. The lady and the man picked up my Aryan and took him somewhere. I was angry! How could they take him away without me, his music box! I do not like these people who Aryan calls “mom” and “dad.” They give me weird vibes.
A few days later, they pick me up and take me on a car ride to this hospital. The hospital looked so dull and bleak, with people looking like dead corpses and lifeless souls standing in line. They needed some music so I decided to play but then “mom” turned me off. See, this “mom” is not nice, I told you so.
They carried me and then placed me in a room on a white table top. Next to me was Aryan, but he looked different. He had some kind of a mask on him and he did not move. There was this woman who looked white and blue and her face was also covered by a mask.
After some time, it was only me and Aryan. I looked at his beautiful eyes, now still and colourless. His hands shrivelled and he was not the lively boy I once knew. With all his might, he started humming my tune and I played it to accompany his singing. It was very hoarse and weak, but it did not matter. I kept aiding him in his effort hoping he would come back.
“Mom” and “dad” were whispering and weeping softly. No one was happy and no amount of songs could ever make them joyful again. I tried playing but every time, they turned me off and ignored me. As the days went on, I did not have the energy to play. Life was bleak and no one wanted me anyway. I couldn’t even play for Aryan. What was the point if I could not make anyone happy?
I continued these repetitive thoughts in my head. I did not have much to do now that no one liked me. I do not remember how long I was on that table top, aimlessly wasting my time, sitting lifeless with no purpose.
Sometimes, I dreamed of me and Aryan, running through a playground, playing his favourite songs and him laughing and playing with his friends, but soon the remnant of life in him faded until it was no more and the lively hands and legs turned white like snow. He was dead at 2:03 a.m. and the doctor conveyed the message to “mom” and “dad.”
Dreary feet of people around me walked through the mud and sludge to reach a barren land. Mounds of dirt and soil covered the land and masked people carried wheel barrows and stretchers. Aryan’s stretcher was the smallest of them all. A tiny stretcher was placed on the ground and they buried my Aryan. I was watching from “mom’s” handbag as his corpse was buried, covering that lovely face with dirt and he became nothing more than a statistic, another death in a time marred with demise.
The people had no smiles on their once bright faces so I played one last tune for that boy, something he can carry when he’s playing in the clouds, a tune he can hum to, skipping and frolicking, free from pain. I sang and sang and sang and sang….until my songs lost all meaning…just like his death.
By Ramya Sridhar
12 B , Ekya School ITPL
By Ayan Sinha 11 C
This blog is going to be about the following things:
-This is one of the oldest forms of animation in film. It’s sometimes called cel animation. in traditional animation, objects are drawn on celluloid transparent paper.
-2D animation can fall under traditional animation like most early Disney movies --- Aladdin, Beauty & the Beast, Mickey Mouse, etc. But there is something called Vector-based animation that can be 2D and not considered traditional.
-With Vector-based, the motion here can be controlled by vectors rather than pixels.
-Images with familiar formats like JPG, GIF, BMP, are pixel images. These images cannot be enlarged or shrunk without affecting image quality & this is the best thing for editing them. Vector graphics don’t need to worry about the resolution(vectors are characterized by pathways with various start and endpoints, lines connecting these points to build the graphic).
-Shapes can be created to form a character or other image.
-You can also check out the 2D animations that i made on youtube: link
-In 3D animation, the animator uses a program to move the character’s body parts around. They set their digital frames when all of the parts of the character are in the right position. They do this for each frame, and the computer calculates the motion from each frame. From Toy Story in 1995 to today’s Coco, etc. 3D animation has become synonymous with “animation.”
-Motion Graphics are pieces of digital graphics that create the illusion of motion usually for ads, title sequences in films, but ultimately exist to communicate something to the viewer.
-However, instead of drawings, stop motion adjusts physical objects in each frame. If moved in small increments, captured one frame at a time, the illusion of motion is produced. Whether puppets, clay, or even real people, these manual adjustments can make it a long, arduous process. Wallace and Gromit, Chicken Run, etc are all great examples of stop motion animation films.
IV. MY EXPERIENCE IN ANIMATION:
--- Here is a link to the playlist made by my most favorite animator (ALAN BECKER) on Youtube: link
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