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truthboyThis summer I had Fun conducting, Story workshop to my students ( I prefer calling them my Kids). Proud to present a few stories of my kids, written by them.

Once upon a time there was a boy named Krishna who was 10 years old . He loves to ride a motorcycle. one day his mom tell him to bring a sugar packet of 1 kg and a salt packet of 1 kg .His mom gave him 500 rupees and tell him that “It will cost 100 rupees so you need to bring back 400 rupees and give me and he said okay . He started on his way to the shop . Finally, he reached the shop and asked the shopkeeper kg salt and 1 kg sugar and gave the 500 rupees note. The shopkeeper gave the salt and sugar and 420 rupees and said “Both packets together it costs 80 rupees. He took the money and he was on his way home. In meanwhile, he saw two things . Those were a bakery and an old man as a beggar. He thought to buy a samosa for 20 rupees without telling to his mom but he saw the old man and he gave the 20 rupees to the old man and said him to by some food and eat his lunch. And went back to home and he gave his mom 400 rupees then his mom was busy in her work and he was in a confusion that should he tell that he gave 20 rupees to the beggar or not. Finally he told his mom about the 20 rupees while eating dinner. His mom’s reaction after listening to him was that, “I thought that you will tell me a lie but you told me the truth. I didn’t expect this from you my son so I am very proud of you”.


Story by Jhanavi, age -14, class 8



king and manThis summer I had Fun conducting, Story workshop to my students ( I prefer calling them my Kids). Proud to present a few stories of my kids, written by them.

Once upon a time, there lived a king. He was rich and helpful to people. Near the city, there was a forest. In the forest, there lived a nobleman. The king helped the nobleman so much. One day, the king went to the forest. There was another king ruling another city. He was enemy to the king. When the king was in the forest, the king sends his soldiers to kill the king. Then the soldiers tried to kill the king but he ran away. So, they followed the king. Soon the king reached the noble man’s home. The nobleman saw the king run. The nobleman ran fast, fought the soldiers and saved the king. The king asked the nobleman ‘thank you for saving me. What do you prefer?’ The nobleman says: I don’t want anything as you have helped me many times. Then the king knew that he helped him when he got hurt. So the king said the nobleman to become a minister of him. Then the nobleman agreed and they lived happily ever after.

MORAL-If you help others, others will help you.

STORY BY  Tejashwar, age 11, class 6


angrybirdThis summer I had Fun conducting, Story workshop to my students ( I prefer calling them my Kids). Proud to present a few stories of my kids, written by them.

During the time of Sankranti festival, a girl named Salina was very sad and was sitting in a corner. She was sad because she had to speak on the topic Sankranti in an elocution competition in the school the next day. Her parents never celebrated Sankranti, like others by flying kites. Instead, they use to go to temples and enjoy in a resort. She had no idea what to speak.

Her family doesn’t celebrate the festival because Sankranti was also a festival of flying kites. Every year hundreds of birds were hurt when the kites flew in the air. Her parents were against it as they loved birds. She had to speak on 14 Jan 2018 on her school function.

The day arrived and she had to speak on the topic of Sankranti. She stood on the dais for a while. She closed her eyes and tried to collect the thoughts running in her mind to work on the topic Sankranti but she couldn’t. She started as,” Sankranti is a festival of flying kites. But I have never celebrated, Instead of flying kites and hurting those innocent birds, I go to temples and enjoy a resort”. She added a few more lines about how ad her family celebrate it and why the festival is celebrated everywhere. She said thank you and left the stage. She had no idea what she spoke. But when she was announced as the winner of the competition, she jumped with joy and shared with her parents in the evening.

When her parents got to know that their daughter had won the competition they were very proud of her as she had taken such a thing in a positive way.

MORAL:  Something positive is hidden in every negative thing.

Story by Samiksha, age-14, Class 8

Everyone has an idea

friendsThis summer I had Fun conducting, Story workshop to my students ( I prefer calling them my Kids). Proud to present a few stories of my kids, written by them.

During the hot summer, three friends named Anwesha, Alia, and Anshul decided to visit a water park. But Alia objected and told that they must try ‘Escape’ water park. Then, Anwesha interrupted and expressed her opinion that ‘Wondrela’ is better than ‘Escape’. A few seconds later….. Anshul advised for ‘Wild Waters’.They had an argument for a long time. Finally, they decided to go to “ Wild Waters’, as they heard the name for the first time and wanted to explore a new place.

The .Next morning they left for Wild Waters. In the heat of the arguments of convincing the others for their own chosen place, they forgot to pack a few vital things for the picnic and left for the place. They had forgotten to keep their swimming costumes in the bag. They had to buy a costume for rent.

As they were feeling hungry they moved towards food stalls and enjoyed delicious food. While returning, Anwesha and Alia realized that they should not argue or interrupt between each other’s words. Three of them also realized that before we argue, we should listen to others opinions too.

MORAL: We should not fall in love with our ideas so much that we stop to see the good in other’s ideas

Story by Thithi, age-10 years, Class 6

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May I use the Rest room, please?

toilet-1033443_1280“The School” was a very reputed school in the city. The school had a good number of students studying there. It gave equal importance to academics and sports. The school management updated its rules and regulations regularly for the welfare of students. They found that a few students of the school used the restrooms frequently. Due to this reason, the classes were disturbed. Soon, a circular was sent by the school that no student was allowed to use the restroom during the class period unless it was absolutely necessary. The circular was read out in every class and the rule was strictly followed, even though winter had started and the climate was cold.

Riya was a 9-year-old girl. She loved dancing and reading. She was a shy and reserved person. She needed the Motivation to try new things. She wanted to go the restroom, that day. She used it in her short break. She had the urge to use it again. She adjusted for one class. She couldn’t adjust more. She went to the teacher, Vidya, for permission. Riya asked hesitantly,

” Ma’am, May I use the restroom please?”

“Wait for another 20 minutes, the class would be over, then you can go on the break”, the teacher replied.

She looked at the teacher with pleading eyes. The teacher was busy with the lesson and didn’t look at her.

She sat in her seat and she couldn’t last for more 5 minutes and her bladder burst. She had wet her dress in the classroom. Riya was numb with shock. She couldn’t understand how to hide it. The boys behind her bench saw it and started laughing. Soon, Sheetal, the chatterbox of the class, shouted to the teacher, “Mam, Riya did it in the class”.  The teacher kept quiet for a moment and summoned a woman helper in the school to clean it. She permitted Riya to go to the restroom. Riya’s dress was wet, here and there. Riya felt that she would feel better had the earth swallowed her.  She went to the restroom and came back. The helper met her in the corridor and scolded her, “You are 9 years old? Can’t you hold it for some more time?” she entered the class hesitantly. Many of the students were giggling and a few of them gave her sympathetic looks. Both killed Riya from inside. She went and sat in her class. The teacher hushed the class. Riya controlled her tears. She was not ready for another burst. She hoped, she could control her tears.

The teacher asked, “Riya, would you like to sit somewhere till your dress dries up? She nodded silently, her head hung in shame. She couldn’t forgive herself for her own mistake. The class was over and then she followed her teacher to the staff room.

Thank God, the staff room was empty and Riya sat in the corner. Vidya thought for few seconds. She started speaking with a composed voice,” Riya, I am really sorry for not understanding your urgent need to use the restroom.Whatever has happened, has happened. You are not responsible for this. Not everyone can hold their bladder, all the times. There is nothing delicate about you in this. Do you think it is difficult for me to guess what you are feeling right now? No dear, I have gone through the same thing in my 6th standard. It is my mistake that after going through a similar situation, I couldn’t guess your urgent need”. Riya stared at her teacher in silence.

The teacher continued, “Don’t think I am telling this to make you feel better. The truth is I faced the same situation. I didn’t inform my parents.My teacher asked me to go home and I lied at home that I was sick so the teachers sent me home. Yes, I was ridiculed for many days. I was called the “susu girl”. It hurt badly. I had learned to accept the names for no mistake of mine. I did that because I didn’t know how to handle this. Riya, you have the choice to go home now. I don’t want you to use the option. I don’t want you to feel inferior or bad for no mistake of yours. Be brave my dear. You need to face many things in life. Accept the fact. Stop sympathizing with yourself. It will not help you. My Riya is a brave girl. I want you to go to your class after your dress dries up. I want you to keep your head straight and walk in. Many people don’t dare to speak about a person who has high regard for themselves.

Riya started weeping, “How will I face others, mam?” Vidya smiled, “what is there to face others? You did nothing wrong. Just go to the class. Smile confidently. Nobody will enquire you. If they did, say yes I couldn’t hold. If people speak at your back, Don’t care. Remember, people who speak at your back, don’t really care about you or your reasons. The people who care about you, enquire and they are with you.

Every day is a new day, with new experiences. Every day you are born new. So, learn and embrace all your experiences. If you don’t react, then everyone forgets these things in a short time.

Once her dress was dry, Riya left for her class. She was hesitant initially but went ahead with her brave decision. Vidya knew Riya would take her time, but she would come out of this sooner. It took years for Vidya to come to terms with what happened in her life. She would have to see that Riya will not take a long time.

P.s. This is a true story. I would like to thank the numerous teachers like Vidya, who take care of kid’s emotions and become their pillars of strength. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank my teachers who taught me many things about life. We have many people who shower their love on us, like our parents, siblings as we are integrated into their lives by fate. Teachers are the people who are in our lives for the profession they chose. Respect teachers and seek their blessings.

Dad, play with me!


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Anu looked at her mother with a dull face; “Mom, I am feeling bored”. Nisha felt helpless. She, Rahul, their daughter Anu, aged 9-years, and Arjun, their son aged 7-years were all traveling from Hyderabad to New Delhi, in a day train, to attend her cousin’s marriage. The parents were busy professionals. Rahul had booked in AC 3 tier so that the kids can enjoy a comfortable journey. They had a 24-hour journey ahead of them and an hour had passed. The children were playing with their gadgets. The kids got bored and their parents could sense it. Rahul tried telling them a story, but they soon became restless.

A young guy in his mid-20s and an elderly uncle in his early 60s had occupied the remaining berths in their bay. A soon as the train started, the Guy had occupied his upper berth with his iPod. Rahul was about to open a new game on his laptop. The elderly uncle called Arjun,” Hi! Hero, what’s your name?” Arjun introduced himself.

“Shall we play a game?” questioned the uncle. Arjun asked.” what can we play here?”. “Many “smiled the uncle. “Let’s start with the color game. The game is, I will tell you one color and you have to show me two objects you can find around you with the same color. Suppose I say black, then you need to show me two objects with black color in this train”.

Arjun and Anu were so much excited. The game began. It was easy in the beginning. The rules were; they cannot repeat the objects. They had to remember the objects pointed to them by others. They had to observe every nook and corner of the place to find two objects. After a few rounds of playing the game, it became difficult for them. The children took much time to observe, but still progressed happily. As the going got tough, the guy who was sitting in the upper berth of the train watching them, helped Arjun and Anu with the clues. Arjun requested,” Can I take help? “And the uncle said “yes”. The guy was helping them as much as possible and it was fun.

The parents were just observing happily as the elderly uncle has used the game to save them from the stress of putting the children to sleep. Nisha wondered at the simplicity of the game. Children had to observe everything around them. They had to remember the things which were pointed by others. This activity increases their memory power and keeps them engaged for hours without any gadgets. By the time they have covered all the small and big objects in the Bay, it was lunch time.

Once the lunch was over, the children didn’t want to sleep, as they were excited about the journey. They requested the uncle for some new game. Rahul told the kids, “Don’t bother uncle. I will play some movie on the laptop and you can watch”. They agreed half-heartedly.

Uncle interfered and said, “Sorry for the interruption, but Arjun shall we create a movie script with a new game”. Anu was a movie freak and she was exhilarated, “what is the game, uncle?” She queried. He said, “We will create a story”. Arjun replied,” I can tell a story”. Uncle corrected him,” we all will create one. That is, each one of us will tell a line. The first one starts a line and others should continue the story by adding a line. The sentences should blend, like a movie story”. He requested Rahul and Nisha to join. The young guy also joined them. They all had to get their creative juices flowing, blending together with others, so that the crux of the story remained the same. After few hours of contributing their story lines respectively, they were ready for a fantastic story with a stunning climax.

Rahul was impressed with the game. Hope his colleagues understood this. All his team members had great creative abilities, still, they all had to match up to deliver a fine product. The team spirit is not showing each individuals’ excellence, but to work in harmony with others. This game practiced kids for that team spirit, from an early age and he loved it. They all had fun and excitement. The time had flown before they knew.

The children were sleepy after a fun long day. Nisha told them to have their dinner and go back to sleep. Rahul probed the uncle with the questions in his mind, “How come, sir, you could know such awesome games? Who are you?” The uncle answers;” my name is Rajendran and I am just a father like you. I am blessed with 3 kids. I am a marketing manager in a logistics company”.

Rahul spoke to him about the problem which had been bordering him. “Even though I buy many books for my kids, they don’t read often. I tell them stories they listen, but they don’t read. I am an avid reader still, it doesn’t make any difference to them, and they are stuck to their gadgets”. Rajendran smiled, “When my children were young, there were not many gadgets. I was busy earning and giving them a comfortable life that I didn’t have time to spend with them. When they were very young, they always requested me to play with them. I used to play when I had time, which was very rare. We used to play board games like snake and ladders, Ludo and outdoor games like cricket. My son learned mental additions with snake and ladders. Each game helps kids learn many things. I thought they have company and will play with each other. I didn’t understand that they need me to play with them, so they can learn the many nuances of each game. As they grew up, they didn’t ask me to play with them and I was busy with my life. They all lead a successful life now. They work hard so that I and my wife can live a comfortable life. What we wish is, they spend some time with us. I can’t request them, as I know they are busy. The lesson I have learned is to listen to your kid’s needs. The outspoken words, the unspoken state of mind like their fears, insecurities, and all their other feelings. If they ask for our help for simple things, it means they desire to have our company. Whenever you have time, play with your kids. There are many traditional games in each and every culture. We used to play them in our childhood. So, instead of telling our kids to stop using gadgets, let us play those games with them or any other creative game which we can create on the spot. They will forget their boring gadgets soon. The best gift we can give our kids is wonderful childhood memories. They will reach their teenage soon. After they reach an age, they will not ask us to play with them. We need to utilize this golden time. Don’t tell them to stop using mobiles and tablets. Just give them enough alternatives, so they use it as a last choice. Limit their timings, don’t ban them completely. There is no perfect playbook for parenting, each family creates its own. So make yours and have fun.”

Rahul thanked him profoundly. He had a lot to think and plan. He will not waste the little time he had with his kids.

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