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Page1 : Editorial

Page 2 - 3 : Diary of Events

Page 4 - 13 : Articles

Page 13-15 : Budding Artists

Page 16 : Photo Page

November 2009 – March 2010 Issue 2

Dear Readers,

The academic year has come to a close. I thank all

the parents and well wishers for their cooperation.

We've had success and failures in our endeavours

this year. Our triumphs have given us more confidence

while we are trying to overcome our failures. This

vacation should give us time to think and plan ahead for

the coming year.

I wish everyone a happy vacation. Spend the time

constructively. Maintain good health. Let's build on

relationships by calling on relatives and friends. Visit

places for relaxation and knowledge.

We look forward for another bright academic

year with your support.

THE STORK BRINGS THE NEWS

Our hearty wishes to

Mrs.Seethalakshmifor being blessed with a

boy baby

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Diary of EventsDiary of EventsOCTOBER

th28 UKG students visited the Puliangulam Note book factory

st31 Open House for classes VI – XII was held

NOVEMBERnd rd2 & 3 Workshop on 'Thinking Curriculum' for Heads of School was organizedth4 Open House for Nursery was heldth9 Students of class I went on a field trip to a temple, a church and mosque in K.Pudur

th13 Children's Day was celebratedth

18 LVS Sports Meet for primary level was heldth th

19 & 20 Class IV went to CESCI for an outward bound camp in batchesst

21 Science Exhibition was organized by students of classes V – XII Heritage Club students made a presentation in TVSMHSS and bagged the overall championship

rd23 Classes VI – VIII attended a seminar on Energy Conservationth

26 Quiz on Math was conducted for students in different levelsth

27 Inter House quiz contest was conducted for the seniors

A non-routine Math test was conducted for classes VI and aboveth

30 Class IV went on a field trip to Vilacheri

DECEMBERnd2 I Revision Exams started for class X and XIIrd3 Class III went on a field trip to a farm house

Inter House Quiz was conducted for classes IV – VIth5 Annual Day was celebrated at Lakshmi Sundaram Hall

th10 Classes XI and XII visited Vadamalayan hospitalth14 Unit Tests started for classes VI and aboveth19 Nursery Sports Day and Variety Show was organizednd22 Our team of teachers emerged winners and runners in the LVS staff Volley

Ball and Throw Ball events respectively rd23 Math Day and Christmas were celebrated in separate functions

School closed for Christmas and New Year

JANUARYth

4 School reopened th

6 A vegetable market was organized by classes LKG, UKG and Ith

7 The Academic Committee met and discussed issues related to schoolth

8 Pongal was celebratedth9 Classes I – IX and XI along with teachers went for LVS rehearsal at TVSMHSS

Math teachers attended a seminar on Vedic Mathsth18 II revision exams for classes X and XII startedth20 UKG students went to Thiruvathavur on a field tripnd22 LKG students went to Thiruvathavur on a field trip

rd23 'Meet the child' programme was held for LKG admission

Heads of schools who are part of CISCE, Tamilnadu region met

Math teachers attended a session on 'Vedic Maths'th25 Unit Tests IV started for classes IX and XI th26 Republic Day was celebrated

Cross Country race was presided by Dr.Meena Priyadharshinith27 III Revision exams started for classes X and XII th28 PAT exams started for IV and Vth30 Open House for students of classes X and XII was conducted

FEBRUARYth

5 Class VIII visited the Agricultural Expo at Gandhi Museum

Inter House Declamation was organized

A team of students with the Music teacher attended a workshop on music at Lakshmi Sundaram Hall.

th6 Class IV students went to Sivagangai and Kalaiar Koil on a field trip

th th10 & 11 Teachers attended a session conducted by the Director on time management

th15 Science practical Board exams started for class XII

II Terminal exams began for classes IX and XIth

19 LKG children went on a field trip to a church and a toy shopth

20 Talents Day was organized

Students participated in the zonal level of Spell Bee contestnd

22 Unit Test IV began for classes VI – VIIIth

27 LVS staff get-together was organized in Lakshmi Sundaram Hall

MARCHrd3 Board exams began for classes X and XIIth

6 Variety Show for classes I and II was organized at Lakshmi Sundaram Hallth

15 UKG went to Sholavandan by train on a field trip nd

22 II Terminal exams began for classes VI and above

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The following are the suppliers for the academic year 2010-11

Dates for Stalls: Reopening dates are as follows

Sl.No. Description Supplier's Name Phone No. Address

Uniform

Sports Wear

MonthApril

May

th th5 - 10 3-6-10th st26 - 31 7-6-10

14-6-10

10 a.m. - 4 p.m. I - XII (except XI)

10 a.m. - 4 p.m. LKG

UKG

Dates DateTimings Classes

Foot Wear(LKG-III)

Foot Wear(IV - XII)Text Books

Note Books

1

2

3

4

5

6

T.M.'s Textile

T.M.'s Textile

SugapriyaFootwear

Fort Pharama

Selvi Book Shop

Azeez Stores

2333692, 4374606

2333692, 4374606

9842199237

9840548982

9843057435

9443832635

280/126 A, South Masi St., Madurai -1

280/126 A, South Masi St., Madurai -1

207/113, Nethaji Road, Madurai -1

New#1, Old #9, IV Main Road,Kamaraj Nagar, Thiruvanmiyur, Chennai - 14

92, Nethaji Road, Madurai -1

3/1, Ezhukadal Agraharam, Madurai -1

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A few men passed through a field, one after the otherA farmer, who saw only the green grass for his cowsA soldier, who felt, it was a place worth defendingAn astronomer, for whom it was a good place to observe the

stars and the skyA butcher, whose mind was already busy calculating the weight

of the cowsAn idle man, who felt he could wonderfully pass the hours of the dayAn artist, who drew the colourful scene of the field in his mindEach person saw it his own way; saw it from his point of viewYet each one looked at the same field!

AMRITA.J, XI

Whenever I see any thing on the floor the

only thought in my mind is to kick it into a target.

Yes, “Foot ball” is the best game ever. It moulded

me into a new person!...

Rules and regulations apart, this

awesome game has no age discrimination. The

game cannot be played without a team which

has the spirit, unity and strength in its. Cristiana

Ronaldo a well known football player says

“Determination is more important than strength

in the game”. The words are very important to

the passionate players.

From the emotional aspect this game

gives us lot of zest and fun. The game builds up

stamina, confidence and improves the functions

of the body. A person never feels tired if he

enjoys this fun filled game.

According to estimations, football is the

game with most number of fans. It is also a game

for women. In a passionate footballer, a person

can see tears running down from his eyes if he

loses the game or the overwhelming joy shown

by him when the same game is won.

There is not much, when the same

person yells “GOAL!!” he feels on top of the

world…..

So do I!! Don't you??...

VIGNESH.M, XI

HIS OWN WAY

THE BEST GAME EVER

When you were small,She fed you, taught you how to walkYou thanked her by running away from herWhen she called

When you were sevenShe took you to piano lessonsYou thanked her by not practisingEven for the final session

When you were fifteenShe took you to a movie showYou were with your friends Making her sit in another row

When you were twentyShe suggested a haircutYou thanked her by tellingShe had a bad taste

When you were fortyShe was illYou thought she wasA burden for you

If she is now aroundLove her with all your heartLike how she doesFor her love can never depart

P.M.LEELA SREENITHI, VIII D

MOTHERHOOD

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In spite of the fact that no village

in India is without an elementary school, the

students who come out of these schools are not

in a position to compete with English medium

school students or with others who had their

education in private schools in towns and cities.

When the elementary school which is the very

foundation of one's education itself is very weak

there can be no concrete superstructure.

The buildings that house elementary

schools in many villages have thatch. Therefore

during monsoon, classes cannot be conducted.

The children have literally to wade through the

fields to reach the schools. Consequently,

holidays are declared on those days during

heavy downpour. More over the buildings are

not safe. It is imperative to construct strong

buildings with all facilities, especially

blackboards and furniture and separate toilets

for boys and girls. It is well known that in rural

elementary schools the quality of teachers is not

high and their number falls far short of the

requirements. A teacher has to look after three

or four classes at a time! Hence it is impossible to

pay individual attention to growing children

(which is necessary at the elementary level)

The play ground facilities must receive

special attention. Well in rural India space is no

problem but the facilities and sports equipments

are not available. Sports have become an

instrument of national pride in international

level. Hence, the students at elementary stage

must be given training in various disciplines of

sports.

Today's children are tomorrow's youth.

The youth's contribution is important in

developing our country social ly and

economically. The government must make an

introspection to improve the quality of

elementary education in the rural areas. We as

citizens of India can contribute something to

improve the standard of living of these students.

This will surely help in making our country a

developed country.

NIRMAL GOWTHAM.R.J, XI

ELEMENTARY SCHOOLS IN INDIA

Each year rows and rows of women sashay across stages flashing dazzling smiles through lip gloss. Beauty Pageants have now become very common. They are conducted everywhere from the smallest town to the international level. These are supposed to build confidence in the participants but they end up judging their physical beauty. Translucent skin, high cheekbones and silky hair don't define beauty. Everyone is beautiful in their own way. Women get so carried away by these contests. I consider beauty pageants to be a waste of time for beauty is in the eyes of the beholder so who's to judge – certainly not a pageant committee! True beauty lies not in outward appearances but in the compassion of heart.

AARTHY, VIII A

BEAUTY CONTESTS

We were excited because during the games period our class teachers announced that we are going for a bullock cart ride around our school campus.

During the break we had a great discussion among friends about the ride. Immediately after the break our teachers took us to the cart after giving instructions.

I was in the II batch of our class. We were waiting eagerly for our chance. At last it was time for us. The cart was pulled by two white bullocks and an old man drove it. Nearly twenty of my friends along with our teacher went for a jolly ride in the cart. It was really an exciting moment that I experienced in my life.

VARSHA VELMURUGAN, III-C

BULLOCK CART RIDE

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Where is my planet earth,Where I have taken birth,Is the earth in the sea,Or in a hive of a bee?

Some say it revolves around the sun,I think it eats a bun,Because it grows in size day by day,And I feel it when I watch the bay.

I searched it in many books,And once asked a cook,Who told it was in the clean old hook!

I then asked my mother,She told me to ask my father,He told me to find it in the system (computer)At last I found that it was in the solar system

KARNA ALAGARSAMY.P.A.B, VII E

WHERE IS MY PLANET EARTH

This life… is it really beautiful?

Many times, I'd wondered how reasonable it is to say such statements as “Life is beautiful…”

What is the beauty of life? – is the big question:

Is it in seeing beautiful flowers blooming with radiant colours,

which makes you appreciate the creativity of god…?

Or in seeing patients with very dreadful diseases in hospitals,

making you wonder why a merciful god should allow such things in the first instance?

Is it in receiving gifts like air, water and sunshine without having to pay…?

Or in meeting people like your very selves who have to pay for the same oxygen that you

receive free?

Is it in seeing your neighbour wishing you every morning…?

Or in returning in the evening only to hear that the same neighbour is dead?

...hmm….this is life!

Life is beautiful for some but not for some others

Life is beautiful at times but may not be always

Let's go ahead with confidence in ourselves and in God – life will always be beautiful!

KARTHIKEYAN.S, IX C

THIS LIFE….IS IT REALLY BEAUTIFUL?

I was amazed whenMy little brother was bornWith tiny hands and legsAnd shiny grey eyes

He sleeps in the cradleI sing lullaby to himHe smiles at meOn hearing my voice

He is a gift from GodTo get rid of my lonelinessAnd I love him very muchMore than anything else in this world

S.PRASIDHA, II D

MY LITTLE BROTHER

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I am a Tennis racquet; I really don't

know when I was born. I was first played by th th

French monks in the 11 or 12 century. At first

I was made of flesh. As the players felt th

uncomfortable to hold me, in the 14 century I

came to be known as racquet, made with

strings made of gut bound in a wooden frame.

The Italians bear the credit for this invention.

Now many companies like Babolat, Head,

Prince, Volkl etc. produce me. But I am happy

to be a Wilson racquet which Roger Federer

the world's No. 1 Tennis player uses. Now I am

made of aluminium, carbon fibre and metals

such as titanium alloys or ceramics.

I was sold in a sports shop in Madurai

and I was happy when Sabari bought me. He

keeps me safely and cleans me after every

game. I have to be gutted once in 3 or 4

months as he is a powerful player. I am very

excited when Sabari serves. I am enthusiastic

when he gives an overhead. I eagerly meet

the ball when he slices and get tensed when

he lobs; praying that the ball should not go

out. I try my best to cooperate with him.

I wish and pray that he wins all the

matches that he plays. Whenever he wins he

kisses me and holds me on top and shows me

to the audience. I am proud to be with him.

Though there are many games like squash,

badminton etc. that also use racquets, I am

happy to be a tennis racquet because it's a 'rich

man's game' and a 'gentle man's game'.

S.SABARINATH, V E

AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A TENNIS RACQUET

Easy is to get a place in someone's address book

Difficult to get a place in someone's heart

Easy is to talk without thinking

Difficult to refrain from talking

Easy is to set rules

Difficult to follow them

Easy is to show victory

Difficult to assume defeat with dignity

Easy is to admire a full moon

Difficult to see the other side

Easy is to say we love

Difficult to show it everyday

Easy is to keep the friendship with words

Difficult to keep up with deeds

IVAN SAM SANTOSHAM, VI A

Easy…….. Difficult

BEAUTIFUL BIRDS

Birds are so sweet,

We cheer when they tweet,

They are huge, small or tiny,

With feathers bright and shiny,

Sparrows, mynahs and bulbuls,

Peacocks, eagles and pigeons,

But alas! We kill them for no reason,

And one or the other becomes

extinct every season!

RAM MOHAN.J.S, III B

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God gave a party,To the stars and the sun,It was a grand party indeed,And everyone was having fun.

The clouds were the carpets,The full moon - a large plate,The dark blue sky – the floor,To watch from the earth was great.

The stars were there,But where was the sun?Is he ill?Or is he playing with his grandson?

The wind god passed that way,The carpets flew away,There was lightning and thunder - an orchestra,The stars were dancing gay.

The sun was there,He was brighter and hotter,“I'm sorry” he said,“I had a meeting with the sunflower”

He took the plate,He dropped it down,He was embarrassed,And his face was a frown.

A star took a broken wand,He wished to impress the god,He cast a spell on the plate,The plate became small as a pea pod

Then god cast his spell on the plate,It grew and shrank again,It does so even nowAnd then,

The stars and the moonWere not visible due to the sun's light,Yes it was morning,After a joyful night..

LEELA SREENITHI.P.M, DHARANI M,THILAGAVATHY K, SHRISHTTI S,

VIII D

PARTY IN THE SKY

I was at the shore of Pattaya city, Bangkok with some of my friends and teachers. We got into the speed boat after wearing the life jacket. We reached the spot where we stood in a queue. After ten minutes of standing my chance came for paragliding. An eighteen year old girl came and fitted me with a parachute. They instructed me to run and jump as high as I could. I did as they told and soon I was in mid air. Then I saw that the parachute was tied to a boat. As I felt uncomfortable, I tried to adjust myself by pulling the parachute. Accidently I pulled hard and the parachute collapsed. It fell into the water… I mean the ocean!!!

Soon I was on the boat and I prepared for another ride…

SREE VENGAT.R, IX C

MY EXPERIENCE DURING PARAGLIDING

I was just passing my time in the meadow,While I heard a pattern of sound,Suddenly there was a bounce,But nothing was to be found.

I then heard the rustle of the leaves,I felt the plants rubbing down my sleeves,Were there any thieves?No, they were just leaves.

The climbers were soft and tender,Climbing the trees they were slender,Was climbing tree a blunder?I thought, there came a thunder.

Small, tiny droplets started to fall,On the leaflets,And what should I sayI would never forget this day.

ABIRAMI.M, VIII-E

NATURE

I live out of Madurai, in a village in a

larger house than the others in a narrow, busy

street. It was Monday when I heard that there

was a burglary in an old woman's house. Then

on Tuesday, my mother and father decided to

go on a trip to Thirupathi. And then they said

good bye and left me alone in the house on

Wednesday. I was alone in the house studying

for PAT in my study room. It was quarter to ten

in the night.

And that is when I heard screaming

sounds like, “Save me! Help! Help!”. I got

terrified as soon as I heard the shout. I peeped

out of the window to see what was happening.

Then I realized that the shout came from my

neighbour's house. The villagers were alarmed

and ran towards the house with sticks in their

hands, blocking the only entrance to the house.

The burglar ran out of the house with his gun

pointing at the child's head. He ordered

everyone to drop the sticks and move away,

threatening to kill the child. I picked a stone and

threw it on him. It distracted him which gave a

chance for the crowd to spring on him and beat

him up. He was overpowered. The police

arrived and handcuffed the burglar. The

crowd appreciated me for my act. On Friday

when my parents came, they were thrilled to

hear the story and were proud of me.

S.KARAEN, V B

Nature, how often you are compared to a

mother,

So kind and caring, but we don't bother!

Your kiss a breeze; your caress a gentle wind

So tender and loving; the nature of a mother

Like children we harass you,

And take countless liberties with you,

You bear it so patiently

The nature of a mother, so true!

We tear you apart and blow up mountains,

We disfigure your gentle plains,

We cut down your lovely tre(ss)es

And even cause artificial rains!

Then when you can bear it no longer

You let out a roar and show your anger -

Mountains spew lava, hot with danger

The ground splits apart and frightens us further

You shed your tears in torrents

And cause upheaval of ocean currents,

Your children are filled with dread

Cyclones and Tsunamis leave many dead.

Then your foolish children pacify you

Conduct prayers and meetings just for you.

Countries meet on climate change

Only to accuse each other of the insult to you.

You sit through all this patiently

Bemused and indulging like a dear mother

Knowing well nothing can change your fate

Meeting the black – hole is merely another date!

PADMINI, VII E

The love of my parentsI got when I was bornThe love of my teacherWhen I went to schoolI got love from other studentsWhen I made friends. Love is one thing, that we get from everyone.

NITHYA SHREE,.G II-B

LOVE

MOTHER NATURE BURGLARY ...

One little tomatoRed and roundThe sun came up andThe rain came downThe tomato grew fat and roundAnd then it dropped down to the ground.

RAENI RASHMIKA.R, II-C

RED JUICY TOMATOES

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A simple friend joins you in your pranks;

But a real friend corrects you when you are wrong

A simple friend agrees to your decisions reluctantly;

But a real friend does it whole heartedly

A simple friend lets you down when you are in trouble;

But a real friend stays and tries to solve it.

A simple friend argues when you speak against her;

But a real friend with patience listens to your reasons

A simple friend leaves you to stumble

But a real friend holds you when you fall

A simple friend can never understand your sorrow

But a real friend knows it even before you say

A simple friend leaves you behind when there is an argument

But a real friend says “friendship includes argument”

HARINY.V, V-C

The wind that blowsThe river that flowsThe plant that growsThe worm that glowsThe birds that fly In the blue blue skyThe sea so calmThe green green farmThe animals so familiarThe insects so peculiarThe wet wet rainsThe triangular mountainsThe valley like a “V”The old old treeI dearly love nature's mystery

AR.HAMSA VARSHINI, VII E

SIMPLE VS REAL NATURE – A MYSTERY

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I am a tree, take care of meFor Oxygen to all I giveIf on earth you wish to surviveTo breathe and stay alive.

Green leaves do my branches bear,My fragrant flowers scent the airMy boughs are laden with fruit to shareDon't chop me down- my life you must spare.

So many things are made from me,Those are used in the surroundings you seeWood, paper, scents, medicines and rubber too,Are just a few of the things that I give you!

SHARADHA.N, III-C

TREE

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MY PLACE OF PEACE

KEERTHANA R, III D

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A GREAT WASH

G.SAVITHA PRIYA, VII D

LORD GANESH

SANTOSH HARIHARAN, V BAN EXCITING RACE

HIRITHICK, IV B

SPARE THE TREES

V.T.HARINI VENDANA, II B

A SLUICING WEALTH OF WATER

THENMOZHI, IV B

LIKE A BALLOON … MY RUNAWAY MOON

PL. SRIRAM ANDIAPPAN, II B

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NATURE AT A GLANCE

K.JEYA CHANDRU, II C

POOH, COLLECTING FRUITS

G.SRIVATHS KARTHIC, III D

MY TALL FRIEND

SHARAN, III B

GOOD BYE VILLAGERS!

V.ARUN, III C

CUTE MY PET IS!

R.RAJANANDINI, III C

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