The Prize Winning poem by Dhairya

Y5 has hosted a poetry competition to raise money for the Lent Campaign in Dhairya's school. Dhairya spent an entire Sunday morning to write these beautiful poems:

- The Tiger
- The Space

Each entry accompained by a 10 DKK contribution  is how the money was raised.


The Tiger won him the second prize!! Too proud of my boy - a non native english speaker!!

The Tiger

by Dhairya (6y)

The tiger with its orange coat, Cousin of the cheetah with its speed and sight, Cousin of the lion with its rule of the jungle, Animals will have a hard fight!   They might be very endangered, But they still are here. So I wanted to find one, With boots they could not hear.   You might, Survive the tiger. You might, Be the last survivor.   The next thing I knew, The tiger was found. When I found it, It made an extremely loud sound.   When it was asleep, There came a man, Near the tiger With a frying pan…   I woke up the tiger, And then the man ran. Now I wasn’t scared, Of any man like that man.   It was fun to see him, Run and run. I’m sure he wouldn’t like to, See another one.   I climbed upon a tree, To see him run. After he stopped, It still wasn’t done.

The next time I saw him, He was getting his gun. He was shooting towards the tiger, And that was not fun.   I raced up to the tiger, I had to free it, I had to save it. For the sake of the tiger, I just could not sit!   The tiger with its orange coat, Cousin of the cheetah with its speed and sight, Cousin of the lion with its rule of the jungle, Humans will have a hard fight!

Nativity Service

This year the Y2 Children were tasked with presenting the nativity service that is presenting the birth of Jesus play in the school church before they break for Christmas holidays.

Vihaan and his class children put in tons of efforts in practicing for a play called Christmas with the Aliens themed around aliens landing on earth during Christ's birth and witnessing the entire ongoings.

Vihaan was a narrator and I  must say did a very good and confident narration.

 

Dhairya's Poetry

For the school work in Literacy, Dhairya has written this poetry. He is in Y6. This is a really nice piece of work for a 10 year old, non native English speaker.

My life as a water drop

-        By Dhairya

The tap opened, and I fell out

I felt, I would be swallowed by a snake

I had had a lot in the last few days

Just thinking about it made my head ache.

 

I was squished as an elephant in a closet,

I was kidnapped from my old home

I noticed I was stuck in a pipe,

I had gone right through a large storm.

 

Right now, I was as blue as the sky

Racing rivers ragingly roared

I am a sprinting Cheetah

My best friend said “bye” as I dried.

 

I felt like a microscopic kite,

I was as cold as Mars,

Wet vapor valiantly valid

I saw a pile of cars

 

I was as soft as cotton

I was as white as a sheep

I was as clean as a polished car

I saw a cliff and it was steep.

 

I fell and fell on that cliff

I was a meteorite

My friend said I’ll not die

And he was right.

Back to School,

Back to School,

So Dhairya and Vihaan have started school again, after what I can say was the ever best Summer in the last sever years that I spent here in Denmark. What fun we had!!.. during my one month of half days in summer vacation.

Back to school, Vihaan in Y2 and Dhairya in Y6. Both are so excited to have male teachers this year, Mr James Lister and Mr Edward Williams. I read somewhere...growing boys need grown up men to inspire them, so happy that the kids are looking forward to the year ahead.

We also signed them up for different activities. Vihaan is super excited as he has been wanting to do pottery the whole of last year, and now he can. Also signed him up for Play Gym and Football. So he will be carrying his Gym bag three times a week...which means a heavy bag to tow :(

Dhairya will continue with badminton...more number of times this week. He tried out tennis and maybe would like to also do it, let us see.

But the first day in school was great, I went to drop them and they were superexcited. Some pictures:

How a bundle of joy soon becomes a part of your being..

This is a post from a long time ago from another blog of mine that I am copy-pasting here:

Dhairya will complete three years with us in October... how soon time flies...It seems like just yesterday that he was born...like a small bundle of joy, clad in a white shawl, my mother in law placed him besides me when I just came to my senses after the long and painful labor which really ended up in a c-section. But the moment I saw his little self besides me, all the pain was forgotten, all that was there was just JOY....

The next thing I know, is that I could not sleep the whole night inspite the epidural and all the major painkiller drugs that were induced in my body...my mother in law kept pleading me to get some rest...but somehow...i just could not...I kept looking at his crib...thinking of what...God only knows....

The days soon after that were a complete mixture of all kinds of feelings, happiness at his presence, concern of my own capability to handle him, sadness of not having Ashish to be around to help and be a part of all the joy (I delivered in Hyd and Ashish went back to Delhi to join work after a week of Dhairya's birth)and so many other feelings that I cannot put to words.

Soon the girl in me took a back seat and gave place to a more mature, more responsible and a more sensible person...tht complete mixture that a mother is...well how good a mother I am, I cannot say, but to me I think I am doing fairly good.....slowly able to differentiate between his cries, knowing exactly when he was due for a feed and knowing exactly what would make him go to sleep...gradually holding his hands to make him walk, teaching him the various things that life can offer, taking active interest in all his activities, his learnings and his growing.

To see the young helpless baby growing into a intelligent, talkative and a playful boy in itself gives an immense sense of pleasure. The days in Delhi and Bangalore have been a good investment in Dhairya's value systems. Just being with grandparents has taught him so much, his sensitivity, his mood, his behaviour have been shaped well in the presence of a complete family. Moving to London has been a drawback in that sense for sure.

Even today, teaching him new things and helping him learn has in a way been such a great way for me to learn myself. My concern of whether I am teaching him things right for his age or am I pushing him far beyond, the concern over whether his capabilities for his age are really alrite or am I just assuming so, and concerns over other such things are always at the back of my mind...but the fact is that, I am just glad that Dhairya is in my life and he as he is has become an inseperable part of my being....

Dhairya's Birth

I was living in Delhi then and had all my prechecks there. We went to Hyderabad for the Delivery.

It was the October of 2004!! I was in waiting. This was the hardest month of all in my Pregnancy of 9 months+. Dhairya was developing well. I was on iron supplements. I was enjoying my few days in Hyderabad with my little nephew Siddharth, then just about a year and a half and the lovely food that Bhavini Bhabhi made and we used to go out for lunch/ dinner now and then. We saw many movies, did some shopping, also some painting classes...it was a good break from my work in Delhi.

So it was the end of my 9^th month, almost the date that my doc had given me – 17^th October and no signs of Dhairya…the Doctor was not willing to wait too long, as Dhairya was a huge baby. She asked me to admit on the evening of the 18^th and induced on the noon of the 19^th, however Dhairya was a C Section baby born after an exhausted labor. Hale and healthy two little hands, two little feet and one beautiful face. There was no way I could sleep the whole night, induced however with multiple sleep inducers.
I put him by my side and inserted my pointer finger in his little palm wrapping around my finger, kept looking at him every few minutes, just worried, if I may hurt him by sleeping so close and having a thousand thoughts in my mind. I believe that is the night that motherhood came to me as a blessing from nature!! That was a night, I felt so satisfied with my beautiful bundle of joy, I could not even remember any pain that I went through in the few hours preceding these moments.

Dhairya and Vihaan

You guessed it, Dhairya and Vihaan the boys that are my world. Let me introduce them and the reason for this blog.

Dhairya will be 10 this year. There are all reasons one should be proud of having a boy like Dhairya. My first child, and my very responsible boy for a 10 year old. Dhairya has a brain that can absorb everyhing. He is a little mathematician, loves maths. He is undeterred to peer pressure, has high willpower like both his grand dads and is easy to get along with....until now. He is now showing effects of preteens, however, I am hoping this will pass, before I lose my sanity. He loves his fruits and vegetables, has never been a food picky boy. Talks less but is very logical in thinking. Gets excited about little things. Can be called lazy, but I can see he is just like me, passionate about all that he does, when he is reading a book, he reads for hours and can completely absorb himself to it, quite understandably, I react like my mom did two and a half decades ago...

So, ladies and gentlemen, presenting...Dhairya at 9:

 

 

Vihaan is the 6 year old, adorable kid who can surprise you with his intelligence, amaze you with his questions, floor you with his wit and scare you with his tantrums. If Dhairya is an easy child to be raised, Vihaan is bang opposite. I know none of you who know Vihaan personally will agree with this. He is such. He knows who he should impress and who he can trouble. He can be the most picky eater one ever knows (but he is improving). He can come to you in the middle of something urgent that you are doing, just because he wants to say "Mamma, you are the best!". He is super intelligent for his age and has no qualms when talking to people all ages. He loves all the food that has sugar, and can eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner and all meals in between, and ofcourse for snacks. He can drive you mad and melt you in a moment to hug and kiss him.

 

And Vihaan for you:

 

Ok, now the truth. I tried many times, but never got myself to write a baby journal. And now, fearing that my memory of the good times is fading, I am hoping to write some lines now and then about my two wonderful boys that make my life worth everything so that when I read back on these things, I can just have a good laugh and enjoy the moments again.