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Ekya / January 31, 2022 Posted by : administrator

I walked and walked

Through an empty corridor,

Alongside creaking doors,

Was I being stalked?

 

I shot up at once,

and looked for the light,

Waking my friend,

Who knew I’d had a nightmare, so held my hand

And put me back to bed, giving me the might…

 

I cycled to school, all pale

Not knowing if I was prepared enough

For the exam would be hard,

Would I pass? Would I fail?

 

I was dropped at the gates,

By my friend, of course, holding my hand,

Always there, to calm me down,

And who left, as I met my mates…

 

“Congratulations!” “You did great!”

My teachers and peers, Said after the presentation,

I was flying over the moon,

happiest with my fate

 

Too proud, I’d been,

You taught me who I was, in a way I understood

Grounded me again, my friend,

Held my hand, said I’d been a little mean…

 

Cold with the flu,

Shivering all over,

Couldn’t go to school,

My finger-tips were blue

 

My mother was home,

To look after me but,

she had a lot of work to do, Once more, my friend was there,

To hold my hand, to hug me in a dome…

 

You’ve been here with me for so many eves,

When the others refused to play,

You brought me to our lawn,

held my hand And played with the leaves…

I’ve looked up to you for everything, dear friend,

About me, you have never been wrong

You’ve held my hand and shown me the way,

You are much more to me than just, A figment of my imagination

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Ekya / April 03, 2024

The Power of Learning with Intent: A Guide to Purposeful Education

In a world brimming with information, the art of learning has evolved beyond the mere acquisition of facts. Learning with intent, a deliberate approach to education emphasises quality over quantity, depth over breadth, and purpose over passive absorption. It’s about cultivating a mindset that transforms knowledge into meaningful action and empowers individuals to navigate the complexities of the modern age effectively.

At its core, learning with intent involves setting clear objectives and actively engaging with the subject matter. Whether exploring a new language, delving into scientific principles, or honing a creative skill, intentionality infuses each learning endeavour with purpose and direction. As Albert Einstein aptly said, "The only source of knowledge is experience." This quote amplifies the importance of active participation and hands-on learning, highlighting that true understanding arises from deliberate engagement with the material.

Furthermore, engaging actively with the material is paramount. Embrace challenges and embrace mistakes as opportunities for growth. This proactive approach not only deepens your understanding but also cultivates critical thinking and problem-solving skills essential for success in any field.

Moreover, learning with intent emphasises relevance and applicability. Seek out opportunities to apply newfound knowledge in real-world scenarios, bridging the gap between theory and practice. By contextualising learning within your personal or professional sphere, you enhance its significance and utility, making it more likely to stick.

In conclusion, learning with intent is a transformative approach that transcends traditional notions of education. By setting clear objectives, engaging actively, prioritising relevance, and fostering a growth mindset, individuals can harness the full potential of learning to achieve their goals and thrive in an ever-changing world. So, embark on your learning journey with purpose, and let each lesson propel you towards a brighter, more fulfilling future.

By Sweta Pradeep Rao

Senior English Educator

Ekya School JP Nagar

Ekya / April 02, 2024

Gadget-free Summer Break

With summer vacation around, I urge parents to explore various ways to facilitate children to make healthy choices during their vacation time.

Last week, when we asked our Early Years to visualise their characters and create a story, most of them came up with stories about ghosts and monsters attacking others.  When we had conversations about what gave them this idea, we understood that these story ideas emanated from their online games. While gaming per se develops specific skills and requires focus, it also stifles the imagination of young children. Since it is visually appealing, children tend to remember those images in their heads all the time.

I often see parents providing very young children (1 year to 3 year olds)  with gadgets as the means to keep children engaged and entertained. I see children watching phones in the waiting areas of clinics, hospitals, school lobbies and banks.

This brings us to a fundamental question “ Should children be engaged by parents all the time?” Not necessarily. What is likely to happen if children were not handed over gadgets at the waiting lounges? What would they do? Some of them may cry, some may throw a loud tantrum, and some may crib. If parents show resilience and allow children to settle down themselves, they will soon find ways to keep themselves engaged. Likewise, during summer vacation. What if this is a “no gadget” vacation and parents do not take up the responsibility to engage their children? What would children do? How can parents show resilience here and facilitate children to make healthy choices? I leave the readers with this thought for this summer vacation.

Mathangi R,

Head of School,

Ekya NICE Road.

Ekya / April 02, 2024

The Eye of the Storm

In the hushed embrace of an Indian evening, our journey began, a symphony of anticipation orchestrated by the hum of jet engines and the flutter of boarding passes. The promise of adventure beckoned from distant shores as we boarded our flight bound for the United Kingdom, our hearts aflutter with dreams of far-off lands and newfound horizons. But as we soared through the velvet sky, a foreboding shadow loomed on the horizon, a harbinger of the chaos that was soon to unfold. In the blink of an eye, the tranquil serenity of our airborne sanctuary was shattered by a deafening crack, a burst of purple lightning that danced across the heavens with an otherworldly fervour. The air crackled with electricity as the plane shuddered beneath the force of the storm, its metal frame quivering in defiance against the tempestuous onslaught. And then, in a heart-stopping moment of sheer terror, the heavens unleashed their fury upon us, casting our fragile vessel into a maelstrom of chaos and uncertainty. The sky darkened to a shade of ominous charcoal as the winds howled with a primal ferocity, tearing at the wings of our faltering craft with savage intent. The cabin was awash with panicked cries and frantic prayers as we clung to our seats with white-knuckled desperation, each passing moment stretching into eternity.

And then, as if mocking our feeble attempts at control, the plane tilted almost 180 degrees, its nose plummeting towards the earth with a sickening lurch. Time seemed to stand still as we hurtled towards the ground, our fate hanging in the balance as the world spun wildly out of control. But just when all hope seemed lost, a glimmer of salvation emerged from the chaos, a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness. With a mighty roar, the engines surged to life once more, their thunderous symphony drowning out the cacophony of the storm as we clawed our way back from the brink of oblivion. As the storm clouds parted and the sun cast its golden rays upon the horizon, we emerged battered but unbroken, our spirits buoyed by the triumph of the human spirit in the face of adversity. And though our journey had been fraught with peril and uncertainty, we emerged from the crucible of the skies stronger and more resilient than ever before. For in the crucible of adversity, we discovered the true measure of our strength, our courage, and our unwavering determination to defy the odds and chart our course through the tempestuous seas of life. As we touched down on solid ground once more, I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the world around us, a testament to the indomitable spirit of the human soul.

Arjun Narasimhan Kuppuswamy

Grade 8C

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#StudentBlogger: The Life of a Snowman By, Sristi Bora Grade 9A, Ekya ITPL

The forest creaks and sways as the harsh winds blow against it. The sturdy pine trees covered with snow stand still, buried deep in the ground. There are no signs of any animals since they have all gone to sleep until spring arises. The birds have migrated away from here too but I mean, who can blame them right? It’s winter and everyone is inside their houses drinking hot chocolate while watching movies. The only one that’s out here smiling right now apart from Joe the caretaker is me.

 I’ve been here for approximately 15 minutes now but I’m going to make it quick because my time is running out. I am a snowman and the only time you can see me is in the winter when it snows. You must be wondering how I got stuck in the middle of the woods right? Well, a group of kids came out of nowhere, built me, took some pictures and left. I got bored and thus I am documenting my life, I don’t have much to do anyway. An average snowman lasts for about five hours before melting away into a giant puddle of water, stones and a carrot. We snowmen don’t really do much apart from smile. We don’t eat, we don’t sleep, we don’t do anything really and we are really low maintenance (but then again we are inanimate so it makes sense).

Even though I don’t get to be around for long, I really enjoy the fun people have building us and playing around in the snow. The kids who just built me for instance were having a great time building me. Building snowmen is one of the greatest and most time consuming winter activities. However it is definitely worth all the hard work because at the end you get a snowman like me! One thing all us snowmen want to do in our short lives is feel the Sun’s warmth, like Olaf in Frozen. That obviously won’t work but one can always dream right? There aren’t many adventures we go on since we are stationary but the view is quite nice from here.

Well that’s basically my autobiography. I was going to talk about just my life and that’s it but I ended up talking about a lot more things. My life is pretty short so I had to add a couple more things to make it sound more interesting. In case any of you were wondering about the life of a snowman, here it is. Alright, I’ll be signing off now because it looks like those kids are back with a scarf. Good day humans, see you next winter.

#StudentBlogger: The Colors of Bliss, Ekya JP Nagar

What exactly is the festival of holi? This fascinating feast, also known as the ‘festival of colours’, is celebrated by the enthusiastic Hindus in the month of March. Eagerly awaited each year, the festivity is all about celebrating joy and wonder with family and friends. It is a time to forget all our troubles and enjoy the moment with our loved ones.

This holiday is one of my genuine favourites, where I could spend time with my cousins that I never usually see often. They would always come over to my house early in the morning, shaking with excitement about the festival taking place. We would eat our delicious aromatic breakfasts, made by all the aunties and grandmas, as quick as we could. The adults were most probably annoyed by our excitement, and they would tell us to quiet down and sit.

Our gigantic group of family and friends would go outside once the evening came around, dressed in complete white, like empty canvases waiting to be painted, and armed with many equipment. Finally the time, so longly awaited, came. Everyone would grab the nearest weapon they could find, like a water gun or a fistful of colorful dye, and start attacking. My cousins and I would separate from the grown ups, having our own little rainbow war.

After an hour or two of the battle, with many fallen soldiers covered in rainbows, which were most of the adults, and brave ones still standing, like my proud self and my friends and cousins, we were told to come inside to wash up.

My cousins would stay over after everyone left, exhausted but happy, to spend the night with me. A fun sleepover at my house began once the night fell. Although we were utterly exhausted, we still stayed up, talking and laughing about the day's events.

Even if I moved away from my cousins and relatives, I will still forever cherish the fun moments I had with them. Despite the fact that the tradition has fallen, Holi is still one of my favorite holidays to celebrate with my loved ones.

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