Monsoon Blues- and Reds and Greens. MS Paint spashes its paint bucket

During an ICT class, with the help of MS Paint, Vaishanvi M of Class V B sums up   what monsoon means to her. In  fifteen minutes.

Letters Between a Black Father and his Son - TIME July 15

Pollution affects foraging capacity of Bees - The Hindu

Nehala Firoz's Drawings on the Environment and National Integration

A Reminiscence about Artist K. G. Subrahmanian by Art Teacher Kabita Mukhopadhyay

A reminiscence about artist K. G. Subrahmanian by art teacher Kabita Mukhopadhyay that appeared in the Madhyamam weekly.

 

Monsoon Slides Past

Students of Class VIIIB, guided by their teacher Ms Manjusha, used their computer skills and imagination to create a PowerPoint presentation on the monsoon.

A Class VIII English Lesson and Recollection of a Tsunami

Saved in the Nick of Time

An English lesson from the text book Honeydew sparks off recollections from Class VIII student Maria Jovita of the time when a tsunami hit her family in Vypin. Maria was only eleven months old then, but the traumatic experience is still talked about in her family. 

Tsunami -hit Vypin on 26 December, 2006

The opening page of the lesson on Tsunami from the Class VIII text book

 I would like to share the terrible experience I had when tsunami hit our lives. It happened in December 26, 2004. I was then only eleven months old. My family had gone to Vypin to celebrate Christmas. It was a warm morning. We were watching TV after breakfast.  Suddenly we saw some people come running up from the beach. “What happened? “Why are you running so fast?”

 “A great tsunami is about to hit us,” they said. “Run. Escape. Now. Or we will all be swept away.”

 We took what we could of our belongings and ran as fast as we could. . By then the crashing waves of the tsunami had reached our house. The water had reached up to our windows and was pouring in.

 We waved down a passing autorickshaw and sped to the railway station.  We telephoned our relatives in Calicut and asked them to pray for us.  We got on the next north bound train and sat in stunned silence. After we reached Calicut five hours later, we called our neighbours in Vypin. All of them had managed to escape. We thanked God for saving our lives.