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Review ’12
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The Scindia School, Fort, Gwalior
April 15, 2014 | Number : 985
April 15, 2014 | Number 985 | WPP : Regn.No.Gwl.Dn.11
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“And when I’m gone, just carry on”
- Eminem
Are you wondering readers, why I’m not starting this Editor’s Note with
Greetings’, ‘Hi’ or ‘Hello’? Are you wondering, why Anustup and I are sharing
this Editor’s Note (something that we would never even dream of) with each
other? And are you wondering, why I am starting on such a peculiar note,
making it too personal for an Editor’s Note perhaps?
Well, as much as unbelievable it may sound (perhaps only to me?) but this will
be my last Editor’s Note and for that matter Anustup’s too. Yes readers, the
time has finally come for us (Manas, Anustup and me) to hang our boots and
hand over the mantle to the new Senior Editors. But please don’t consider
me selfish when I say that I have absolutely no heart to retire. I ask you not to
consider me selfish because it is not the desire to hold on to the post, instead
a wish similar to that of not wanting to be separated from an old friend that
makes me say this. But farewells and goodbyes are inevitable. And so I don’t
see a point in saying hello, just to say ‘Goodbye’ in a while. Also for once in
my entire time in the Editorial Board I WILL try to keep this one short.
I remember every single detail of that morning when Puja Ma’am asked
me, before breakfast in front of the Saraswati idol, if I would like to join the
Editorial Board. Remember how they say that the smallest of incidents in
our life trigger a chain of important events without us
realizing the significance of that one small incident?
This one incident was what changed a lot for me in
school. I always say that Review was the best thing
that happened to me in school and it’s not just words.
I owe half of all my learning, understanding and overall development of
intellect and personality to The Review. Now when I try to think how it would
have been different if I hadn’t been in the Editorial Board, I realize how much
I would’ve missed.
reat! Just great! After having pitted our brains against each other for
all this time, we finally end up having to cook up one final composition
for the front page together with complete coordination and cooperation.
This is cruel, I tell you. But still, as I am under orders from the queen bee, I
will attempt to mask my dissatisfaction at this thankless task. So here goes
nothing!
The time has come. All the while I’ve been trying to push this moment to the
back of my mind and now, as it stares me in the face and looks into my soul,
I realise that I must come to terms with the fact that my stint in the Review
is almost over. A strange feeling envelopes me and I think of myself writing
the various articles I have churned out of my mind during the course of the
time I have been in this institution called The Review. Every time I worked
upon those lovely little pieces of art, I found myself subject to an almost
crazy desire to create something so perfect that no one could dare suggest
a change in the way I had patterned my words. But now, that sensation is
nowhere to be found. Why must I do my best to write something that signifies
my end on page 1? This is similar to an addiction. I simply can’t leave!
However, this desire to cling like a leech to the newsletter is quite perplexing.
Why is that, you ask? Well, primarily because it brought along with it a hive full
of headaches and neck pains which made me want to let out screams of the
ear-splitting variety. Come Saturday, and the entire school would be relaxing,
mooching around in the common room or sitting in the
assembly hall watching some or the other awesome
movie. But us Review kids? We would sit with our
faces glued to computer screens with the deadly and
vicious queen breathing fire down our neck, forcing
us to spit out the various creative juices stored deep within the mind. Finally,
there will be no more deadlines, no more thinking till 2 at night for ideas, no
more wringing my mind for topics, no more…
Editors’ Note
While I say goodbye to the Review, I realize how this is the beginning of the
many goodbyes that we will soon have to say and it won’t be long before we
bid our final goodbye to the school. This thought leaves me troubled because
all of a sudden it seems as if there isn’t enough time. We’re the senior most
class and it’s difficult to fathom how quickly the time has passed! There is so
much that I haven’t done in school and so much that I have still to learn. I
feel like wanting to start all over from Class VI again. In the Review too, I am
now beginning to regret not writing more articles and being lax in my work
at times. Throughout the year we postponed our work and now when there
isn’t any time, I want to continue writing more and more for the Review. The
thought of a Saturday night devoid of the Review meeting seems like an alien
idea. But as tradition goes, the senior-most editors must leave when their
time comes.
But no! As hellish and infernal this may sound, this is what I called my home.
Indeed those four/eight pages of A3 size paper became the constituents
of my life. The pen/keyboard became my way of expressing my joys and
sorrows to the world. And now it has all come to an end. So, as I reluctantly
hang up my boots, I leave a little of my soul behind within those blank pages
which will soon transform into the works of art a.k.a. the Review.
My dear readers, editors like me will come and go, but always keep in mind
that the Review will keep breathing forever. And it is you who keep the blood
flowing within its veins. How, you wonder? By going through it, of course!
Adios everyone and don’t you dare forget to Read ON!
This is Anustup Garai, signing off. Thank You.
Anustup Garai, XII B
And so I’ll end my last Editor’s Note with a word of advice to all my younger
readers. Never ever take this time that you are spending in the Scindia
School, for granted. Seize every opportunity and don’t miss out on anything
otherwise time will pass and even before you realize it, you’ll be sitting on
your desk regretting and wishing you had done more. With this I hand over
the column to Anustup (letting him have the last word). Adieu!
Sugandha Shukla, XII B
PS: If anyone spots me heading towards the Review and Publications room
after dinner on Saturday nights please remind me to go back home.
The two Editors- in Chief who, all through the year, fought and agreed
only to disagree finally arrive at a truce and share the first page in
absolute cordiality.
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April 15, 2014 | Number : 985
Adieu Outgoing Editors
Anustup Garai
A wild card entry into the Review as he
loves to call himself, he made himself
indispensable because of his superb literary
skills. If at all people found him grumpy it
could be safely blamed on ‘Fort news
headaches’ and ‘Editing pains’. While other
members of the Editorial Board clamoured
for outings and movies his only demand was
always more topics to write on. Constantly
a victim of the Writer’s Block he has often
laboured on each article for months though
some have been miraculously written in half an hour. All the junior members
of the Editorial Board dread his ‘candid’ feedback and an affirmative nod from
him means the world to them. A perfectionist to the core if anything passed
muster with Anustup one could rest assured that it would be nothing less than
the very best.
Sugandha Shukla
The deus ex machina of the Review she
could be safely banked upon whenever
any literary crisis arose. She would be
the most likely recipient of the midnight
distress call from the Staff Editor
whenever any sudden requirement for an
article cropped up and as if she had a fairy
godmother helping her she could come
up with something brilliant by morning.
Her writing ranged from erudite research
based articles to fiction and from analytical to humorous. Needless to say that
with a deft flourish of her pen she gave all her masterly touch. With a mind
perpetually buzzing with ideas she has been the perfect guide for the junior
members of the Editorial Board as well as the illustrators enabling them to
come up with their best possible output. Her energy, creativity and versatility
will be missed in the Review.
Manas Pant
A highly individualistic writer who JUST
listens to the topics and the value
points given by the staff editor only
to dump it all and write on something
entirely of his choice. In a clever
strategy he often gives his articles
at the last moment so that the Staff
Editor cannot ‘tamper’ with them.
Well no one is complaining as long as
we get something brilliant to read. His
forte is reporting on school events and
while everyone likes to write about the
‘movers and shakers’ he became the voice of the much reviled and the less
heard… be it the ‘backbenchers’ or the ‘faces in the crowd’. Totally free from
linguistic jargon his plain and simple style of writing is straight from the heart.
He is someone who writes to express and not to impress but manages to do
both.
Principal’s Comment
They deserve all the CANDID appreciation because we know that they
‘CAN’ and they proved us right because they ‘DID’.
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The Scindia School | Review ’14 |
April 15, 2014 | Number : 985
Guru-cool
What is your dream destination?
Egypt
Your biggest learning from school.
Mingle but remain single.
Who according to you is the most dashing teacher?
Mr Dar and Mr Tewari.
Any personal achievement that you are very proud of?
I managed to stay afloat for fifteen years.
Your golden moment in Scindia?
My retirement date.
Something that very few people know about you.
Love watching Suspense and Horror Movies
1 thing that you wish to change in school.
Discipline
Your motto in life.
Fight the good fight.
What nick name have the students kept for you? What is the
origin of this name?
The taming of the shrew- my daughter and Shakespeare.
Is there any proverb that defines your personality?
The Scorpion’s sting lies in the tail.
What was that one thing that you did which you should not have
done as a teacher of the Scindia School?
Screamed
A lady
who beautifully combines the wisdom of age
with the youthful willingness to learn fresh lessons and
experiment with novel ideas. Someone who manages to
mellow down the most boisterous of students without ever
raising her voice. A self-confessed maniac for cleanliness
not many know the graceful and elegant Ms Vinita Pandey
was also Ms Nainital. As she is all set to hang her boots and
walk into the sunset we bring before you her lesser known
side.
What is your idea of an ideal student?
Tom Sawyer
Tera mujhse hai pehle ka nata koi…..add to this line.
Om Jhadoo Devtai Namahah!!
Have you ever been partial to a student?
Who me? How could you?
What is that one trait that you think is unique in Scindian students?
The mouse that roared.
Greatest pleasure in life?
My Sunday morning snooze.
How do you think the batch of students have changed with time during
your stay in Scindia?
They make uphill feel like downhill.
What would you never go without?
My hot water bottle at night.
What sport do you enjoy playing/witnessing the most?
The cat and mouse game.
Last thing you do before going to sleep?
Forget to switch off the TV.
Which is the best time of the academic year for you?
Going home day.
1st thing you do after getting up?
Yawn and then mutter.
What do you think could be changed for good in the education pattern
that the school follows?
Revive the Junior School for better English both spoken and written.
Craziest thing you have ever done?
Stored shoes in the refrigerator by mistake.
1 thing you always have with you?
My perfumes.
Your life long desire/wish?
To retire
Your favourite student/any batch that you may have been particularly
fond of?
Batch of 2005, Batch of 2014, Batch of 2015
Your favourite place on the Fort? Why?
The Crow’s Nest on the TV Tower- Fantastic view.
Close your eyes. Which place of the campus or Fort do you see first?
What significance does this place have for you?
Urwai Gate.
How do you manage to control the class without ever shouting?
Gentle humour and sarcasm
Your Highest High
Whenever a student performs exceedingly well and when a student asks an out
of the box question. Also, when I see Dattajians on stage as Prefects
Your Lowest Low
Afternoon classes
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April 15, 2014 | Number : 985
Flattery is rewarding
Mr Shamik Chakravarty
I
f you don’t happen to know the story of ‘The Emperor’s new Clothes’ then
shame on you. It’s the ultimate story of flattery. And my judgment of you is
certainly not going to be very flattering to you. But remember this. You can
trust a person who doesn’t go around flattering people more because you can’t
figure out when a flatterer is lying or telling the truth.
But is flattery rewarding? One wonders if the law of karma works within nature
over and above what is described by scientific laws. If it does, then one can
make a definite statement that flattery is or is not rewarding. In that case, karma
gets to decide. But there is no way to prove this. Nature, for all we know is
blind (remember evolution by natural selection and the big bang? Just particles
and dying stuff) and cares two hoots for us humans. And if we can explain the
existence of morality in society without the supernatural, then we don’t need
the supernatural. Imagine that out of all the millions of galaxies, nature should
have the law of karma which only applies to organisms in just this one planet
is absurd. Obviously we are attributing our human wishes to nature. This is an
illusion. Again, not a flattering thought.
Nevertheless, since we live in human societies, we need to figure out if
flattery does reward us in the long term. To be sure we would find people who
have insincerely praised people to have reached the top. We’ve also found
sycophants around us getting posts. There is no law of karma and the wicked
are rewarded.
But the question is what is it to be genuinely rewarded in this case? And why
should not one flatter? Imagine the case of a dishonorable ‘gentleman’ who
flatters a woman just to use her and abandon her. Today’s generation would call
him a player because he got his reward. But we need to ask, was the flattery
really rewarding? Was it rewarding for the woman whose heart was broken?
What if someone cheated the same player through flattery? The point is if we
don’t stick to the principle of being sincere in our compliments, can we hurt
another person?
One might also say that the person duped deserved it. They wanted to believe
what they wanted to believe. So they are responsible. Also, this ‘gentleman’
would find the right people to trust because he knows who’s flattering him and
who’s not. So it’s not likely that he will get cheated. But the poor duped woman
was just sticking to the normal rules of courtship where one normally gives
compliments because they recognize qualities in the other. At one level,
she just fell for the compliments because she was sticking to the normal
rules of the game. So she didn’t deserve it. But at another level, there
is a reason why everyone doesn’t get duped. That is because they
examine actions, which speak louder than words before trusting
someone. She was just listening to the words.
She also made another mistake. Under normal conditions,
we are not completely aware of our qualities. Like we might
think we are very good singers or writers but people hear or
read otherwise. We need people to give us a confirmation
of our skills by praising us. So she’s not to blame because
she was just listening to this sort of praise. But one reason
why our friends are so important is that they tell us the truth
about ourselves and prevent us from getting deluded. In the
case of the lover, she was more willing to hear the positives
rather than negatives.
But is her first fault really a fault? It may be difficult to
distinguish the cheat from a trustworthy person because
they often act the same way. A confidence trickster builds
trust in normal ways and then goes on to break it. This is
why he is morally responsible. A person who gets duped
partly because of vanity and just looking for positives is
responsible, but this is not a moral responsibility. It can be
classified more as an error or a mistake on their part, rather
than a sin.
In the same vein we don’t like the people who flatter because they try to win
someone over by their words rather than actions. We prefer merit, but what is
wrong with flattery? Isn’t the ability to talk smooth a virtue in itself? Isn’t this
what we call “people skills”?
There are students who like hanging around teachers because they feel more
stable around older people and like the conversation. They also like the fact
that they can learn. I won’t call these Sycophants. There are also people who
believe that being nice is a good thing and being able to connect too is a good
thing. But there is a fine line between the idea that this is who you truly are and
this is who you are because you want to get something. What is the difference?
The solution I was coming to is this. If you are just being nice even if you want
to get something, you need to back it up with merit. This won’t be called flattery.
It would just be that you want your merit to get noticed, because unfortunately
merit gets unnoticed if you don’t project it. The good things you say will be
counted as “genuine praise”. The problem with flattery is that you might get
temporary rewards because you are counting an error of judgment on part of
the listener, but in the long run, someone will find you out. As teachers who have
been students and mind you in this case, I was one who studied in boarding
school, I know who is flattering me and who is not. As Abraham Lincoln said,
“You can fool some of the people some of the time, but you cannot fool all the
people all the time”.
But what about the case in which you buy flowers for someone when they are
angry with you? Isn’t that just flattery? Where’s the merit there? Actually, if you
have been good in the past, there is merit, so it’s not flattery. But if you’re just a
jerk and trying to bribe the person, then it is flattery.
Above all, there is an image of sycophancy which is synonymous with being
a slave. A sycophant is also called a toady. There is reason for this. There is
something degrading to one’s dignity abut constantly being a “chamcha”. The
person might get somewhere, but only because the other person saw fit to use
you.
Is being a slave a reward?
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April 15, 2014 | Number : 985
Junior Houses Evening
Priyanshu Jain, X D
W
ith the annual exams of Classes VI and VII beginning on the 3rd of April
what would any of us expect them to be doing in the last week of March?
Well, studying of course. So as expected they were undoubtedly doing that but
along with it a lot more. They were gearing up to entertain the school with a fun
filled evening of wholesome entertainment. This, dear readers, is the untiring
and enthusiastic Junior School spirit.
On the 31st of March as the entire school gathered at the SMOAT for the
programme the beautiful and creative stage designed by Mrs Jaimala Patil and
Mrs Kirti Ghosh gave us a fair indication of the high quality of entertainment
that lay ahead of us. The floral patterns which looked very welcoming had been
chosen as they are a popular theme in all children’s sketches and the evening
had to be truly reflective of their tastes and preferences.
The budding models.
The spirit of the evening as stated by the two charming anchors, Jai Chahar
and Aryaman Vikamsey, was, “Let’s party tonight, we will think about our exams
later”.
The fun packed evening had various melodious moments. We had a student
reciting a Sanskrit shloka. The students of French and German also presented
group songs in these languages. The English song ‘Pearly Shells’ was enjoyed
by all. The song made use of the technique of seconds which had been
introduced for the first time to the Junior School boys. It is commendable that
they could master it so well. This spoke volumes for the thorough rehearsals
that they must have gone through. The grade VI students gave a classical
rendition of the song ‘Darshan Dijiye Tribhuvan Paali’. The 5 minute song in
Raag Bhopali- Chhota Khayal was sung with great finesse. When asked about
any difficulties that they might have faced most did mention that during the
practice sessions they found the Sargam very difficult but once they got a grip
of it they were happy. But I truly wish that the students smile a little more while
singing. The grim expression on some faces made me feel that they were a bit
unsure of themselves (I could be wrong) while the cheerful ones seemed to be
enjoying their performance and were a delight to watch.
Perfect harmony.
The histrionic skills of the boys were displayed through the English and Hindi
Play. The English play ‘The Three Silver Spoons’ was based on Kleptomaniacs
and mistaken identity. The delightful comedy had everyone laughing. In an all
boys school it is always a challenge to convince the boys to play female roles.
However Umang Arya was sporting enough to do that and did a wonderful job.
The Hindi Play ‘Lakh ki Naak’ was a satire on corruption. All the characters
essayed their role with great perfection. Later in the course of writing the report
when I got to know that two lead actors had to be changed just a day prior to
the final performance as the originals went down with chicken pox I was both
surprised and impressed. The appropriate props and costumes added to the
charm of the play.
Another outstanding item was the electrifying dance performance of Utkarsh
(aka Remo) of Class VII. As he grooved to the beats of the foot tapping number
there was uproarious applause from the audience. The last thing was the
fashion show which showcased the diversity of Indian culture and even gave a
glimpse of alien life. It was commendable how the music changed seamlessly
as one model after another scorched the stage with his confident walk. However
seeing the get up of the different boys I was left wondering if calling it a fancy
dress would not have been a better idea. But then ‘What’s there in a name?’ All
we remembered later was that it was beautifully choreographed and presented.
The entire evening was extremely enjoyable however I felt more attention to
the placement of microphones and adjustment of the amplifier could have
enhanced the overall quality of the programme.
A still from the Hindi Play
The evening ended with a presentation on the ‘behind the scenes’ action which
had been effectively captured by the shutterbugs. The best part was that there
were no speeches at the end of the entertaining evening and we all left soaking
in the delights of all that we had witnessed.
A melodious rendition.
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Secret of It
Sermons From A Stone
Akhil Kumar, XII D
Venkatesh Sah, XII D
The manifestation of our ravishing
sight,
And is a state of mental appreciation,
‘It is truth’, says Keats,
‘But it is more than that’
Is the voice of heart-warming streets.
Mind is its faithful lover
But, heart goes a lot deep
It explores its essence,
Makes eyes fall for it.
When the mind appreciates it
Then always lives with it
But without it never cries,
It finds another,
Faithful is the mind
Until they are together.
Heart, when goes deep
Then loves every part of it
Gets overwhelmed by it,
Gets the pleasure and peace
Just by a thought of espying it
It gets engraved on the heart.
Even if it itself shuns
The very truthful heart,
Then also sometimes cries for it
But does anything for a sight of it
Never leaves it and
Never mistreats it.
When the mind appreciates it
Then I just like the thing with it
But when heart appreciates it
Then I love the thing with it.
Heart and the very soul.
Mind discovers the sea
But courage to sleep on
The seabed is possessed
By the heart.
Mind is the expert in surfing
But heart is capable to dive-in
Waves of all seas are same
Different are the seabed.
Still the question remains,
The identity of ‘It’,
Waves and seabed,
Eyes and depth,
Everything is consumed with ‘It’
Just the right heart
And the right eyes
Is all it awaits.
It also comes in imagination
And is always a lovely creation
The lovely pure sensation
Of the inner-self admiration,
It is something we know
Something which raises the eyebrow.
Our mind always catches it
But our heart keeps holding it.
The secret of ‘It’
Will be discovered,
Not by the eyes of mind
Not by any other eyes apart
The ravishing eyes of heart.
‘It’ is mostly love
Through the eyes of mind
Then they tell the heart
‘Friend, take a glimpse of it
You’ll not like it
But just love it’
And the windows of heart
Open and fall for it
Sometimes come out,
Sometimes stay,
But like to crawl for it.
Do not fear death, my friend.
For it is not a myth,
It is not a lie.
It is not devious neither is it
A horror nor a treacherous device.
It is but the smell of the truth,
The answer we seek to find.
In worn out miles,
In hopeless times.
Juno is the reason we fight,
Juno is that little ray of light,
That gives us the breath of life.
And all know the end.
Death- that Oblivions Curse!
They are not tears of sorrow,
But tears of joy
That roll down your beloved’s eyes.
Joy of your sweet surrender,
To the eternal happiness of life.
Rides with the fallen angel.
Comes as a friend,
To put our sufferings to an end.
But before he called the shots.
I asked him in one line“Sire,
Are you the answer to the questions
in my mind?”
Step into the dark, my friend,
If you want to know what’s light.
Light a spark in the dark, my friend
To appreciate small finds.
Look for the ray of hope, my friend
To learn there’s always
Some good in bad times.
The dark is but an essence
Of that scintillating light.
The light that creates darkness
And then relieves it of its plight.
And just shines and shines
And shines out bright
Secret all this way
Was the identity of ‘It’
‘It’ is not desires
Not even a sweetheart
Though ‘It’ is a close friend of it,
Darling is always accompanied by ‘It’.
Even its visibility is not
For every other mind or heart
Someone had said
“Everyone possessed ‘It’
But not everyone discovers ‘It’.”
The love for ‘It’
Is shown by the lover,
Precisely, the two lovers
Illustrator- Vivek Singh
The Dark and Death,
Go hand in hand.
Like Juno’s swans.
But for all we know who Juno is.
Juno is that Light
That ray of hope,
That reason for which we fight.
In the darkest hours,
Illustrator- Vivek Singh
He tells me then,
“I am not the answer.
But,I can tell you what it is.
The answer to the questions in your
mind.
There’s one simple answer to all.
The answer is not meIt is not death.
The answer is but very simple,
Way too simple for me to describe.
The answer to all queries of the world
Is – Your life!
And that’s why you get one,
And you get it only one time.”
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Fort news
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With the weather on the Fort having touched 40 the days are getting increasingly
warm. The evenings however still remain pleasant. With Palaash, Semul and
Bougainvillea trees in full bloom red is the predominant colour on the Fort. A
large number of grey hornbills can be seen at this time of the year and the
cooing of koels adds to the beauty of the mornings. In view of the increasing
heat the green pigeons can be seen migrating away from here.
The XII HH Maharaja Madhavrao Scindia Memorial Cricket Tournament was
hosted by The Scindia School from Thursday, 27th March to Monday, 31st
March. Six schools participated in the Tournament. These were Yadavindra
Public School - Patiala, The Doon School- Dehradun, Motilal Nehru School of
Sports- Rai, Modern School- New Delhi, Yadavindra Public School- Mohali and
The Scindia School- Gwalior.
For five days the school remained in the grip of the Cricketing fever and we
witnessed an amazing display of skill. The tournament was won by Yadavindra
Public School – Patiala. Modern School– New Delhi was the runners up.
The prize distribution ceremony took place on Monday, 31st of March. Brigadier
S.C. Panwar was the Chief Guest. He appreciated the sportsmanship of the
boys. Applauding the game of some players he said that he could see immense
potential in them to reach great heights. Highlighting the importance of sports
he spoke of its role in character building, physical fitness, team spirit and also
how it enables one to excel in various walks of life. Being a proud armyman he
urged the boys to join the army in view of the need to strengthen to National
The winning team.
security apparatus and also for the high quality of life that it offers. The highlight
of the Closing Ceremony was the scintillating display by The School Band.
Results:
Best Bowler: Mayank Markande of YPS Patiala for taking 8 wickets in 4
Matches.
Best Batsman: Himmat Singh of Modern School for scoring 288 runs in 4
matches
Best All-rounder: Ikjot Singh of YPS, Patiala for scoring 229 runs and taking
5 wickets in 4 matches.
The trophy for the XII HH Maharaja Madhavrao Scindia Memorial Cricket
Tournament 2014 was won by YPS, Patiala .
The Junior Houses Evening was held on Sunday, 31st March. Detailed report
on page 5.
A group of 15 Students along with Mr Abhijit Mukhopadhyay attended the Delhi
Horse Show-2014, which is the most prestigious Horse Show of the country.
It was held at the Army Polo and Riding Club, Delhi Cantt. from Friday, 29th
March to Wednesday, 3rd April. It is a matter of great pride that Aditya Raj
Singh Sisodiya of Class VI secured the third position in the DHS Children
Jumping Group – II category. In the DHS Young
and Junior Rescue Relay Jumping category
Sansrisht Bhatia of Class XII bagged the bronze
medal. The young riders were very excited to
fetch medals from amongst a few thousand
contestants from different parts of the country.
With their brilliant display the Scindians have
carved a place for the School in this prestigious
event. It has been a wonderful exposure for the
boys and they hope to perform better next time.
The Commerce week was observed from
Aditya Raj Singh Sisodiya
Monday, 1st April to Saturday, 6th April with
a view to creating awareness about the subject and generating interest in
it. A Corridor Quiz which was organised on each of the six days received
overwhelming response from the students. The week ended with Mr Vishesh
Sahai conducting the assembly and showing a presentation on the ‘puzzle of
motivation’. Mr Ashok Shivaraman gave an educative talk/presentation on the
stock markets.
The Intra-School MUN was held on Saturday, 5th April. There were two
committees. DISEC (Disarmament and International Security Council) and
AIPPM (All India Political Parties Meet). The delegates in DISEC discussed
the crisis in Ukraine and the delegates in AIPPM represented the leaders of
different political parties and discussed the issue of electoral reforms. The first
A truly cerebral session.
Intraschool MUN has begun on a very enthusiastic note and the MUN Club is
encouraged to have more such sessions in future.
The One Step Up Career Guidance Program was held again this year, between
Friday, 5th and Sunday, 7th April. Shiv Dewan and his colleague, Shilpa
entertained the students with anecdotes and examples of what various careers
are all about, along with smartly made videos showcasing a few careers. This
programme exposed students to the real world, where people talk about their
experiences in their area of work and how they got there. Students of Class X
and XI got to know what it feels to be in those particular careers, the ups and
downs involved, so that they can make informed choices in the future. This
year, student participation was more than last year and they asked many more
questions.
Ms Meghan Chidsey, a PhD Candidate in Anthropology & Education at
Columbia University in New York City visited school on Wednesday, 9th April.
Meghan who is on a Fulbright Scholarship in India is conducting a dissertation
research on IPSC Schools. During her visit she conducted a survey in the senior
classes about the merits and demerits of studying in an all-boys school. The
responses would help her to draw statistics. In her interaction with the faculty
she spoke about ‘Anthropology- The other, the self and Research Methods’
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She gave a brief overview of the different branches of anthropology namelyLinguistic, Biological, Forensic and Socio cultural Anthropology. Highlighting the
importance of the subject she said that it enables us to compare and contrast
cultures, identify differences and create connections. The talk was followed by
a question answer session.
The Singapore International School, Mumbai organised a Photo Journalism
Competition. Yohen Thounaojam secured the first position and Mriganka Ghosh
got a trophy for participation.
Results of the Manika Ghosh memorial Competition
I Darshan Ningthoujam
II Anant Narayan Rai and Yash Yadav
III Sunil Kumar and Raghav Gupta
The trophy was won by Jankoji House
Results of Tej Group of Industries Tennis Tournament:
Winner – Pulkit Kumar
Runner up – Lakshit Sachdeva
Old Boys’ News
Dr.Vijaya Lad nee Pawar (Ex Mj, 1965) was honoured by Abhyas Mandal--a
non political organisation in Indore for selfless services as a Gynaecologist for
the last 30 years.
First Impression
Ayush Nandwana, IX D
I joined Scindia School on the 1st of April. Coming to a boarding school was
an entirely new experience for me and I thought it would be very difficult for me
to adapt to the new atmosphere. But from the very beginning I realised that
everything here was absolutely wonderful.
I was given the Madhav House
and my House Master is Mr
Manoj Mishra. He helped me a
lot in settling down. As soon as
my parents left me with tears in
their eyes, I went inside and met
my new friends. Everything and
everyone was new to me but
thanks to my helpful and friendly
batchmates and encouraging
seniors I felt comfortable from
the very beginning. Post dinner,
I attended my very first roll call.
Joining a roll call was another
unique experience because I got
to interact with my seniors, got a better insight into dormitory life and also the
House. The various school rules were also explained to me. Also, the line-up
comprised a debate on an extremely relevant topic, i.e. CCE. This pretty much
sums up my first day in this wonderful institution.
With so much happening around me and with such a lovely set of people there
was no scope for home sickness.
I hope to have a very fruitful stay in Scindia.
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Obituary
Mr Subhash Dar (Ex Jeevaji) passed away on 28th March 2014 after a
prolonged illness. He had made valuable contributions to the implementation of
the Master Plan and also to many important renovation projects at the School.
The School owes its gratitude to him for the new Common Rooms in Junior
School dormitories and for the newly constructed Staff Quarters at Old Daulat
House in North Block to mention a few. He endeared himself with the School
community for his love for the institution and for his wonderful personality.
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