When I first went to Brussels I had to go in a metro to school. There was one thing on the way that struck my eye every time we went past it. Yes it was graffiti. The graffiti had been done by young children. It was an amazing sight to see. In one of the pictures it said “save this wonderful planet”. I really liked that one, it was my favourite picture. Unfortunately there were people with others plans, they destroyed the whole gallery of art work, rude swear words were scattered all round the pictures. I didn’t like that a bit.

Graffiti can help one express his thoughts and feelings in form of beautiful pictures. It also helps liven up a place.

I think Graffiti is a kind of an art form. It is a very creative way to express your feeling. Lee Quinones made a whole dull, old and shabby place come to life by painting graffiti on it. Graffiti makes things come alive, only if it is not rude graffiti though.

The Hair Raising Volcano

It was a thunderous, windy evening. I was resting in my comfortable hammock shaded by coconut laden trees. The sky looked as though God had spilled freshly made tomato soup all over it. There was a terrifying and threatening volcano, desperate to burst, and spill all the lava. In addition, there was a high cliff and an ancient cave. At a short distance, I spotted a gigantic sea vessel proudly exhibiting a flag with a sign of a Skelton. It was a frightful sight.  It sent shivers down my spine. However, my eyes fell upon a pleasurable sight, a doe, a buck and a buckling were pulling the tufts of grass to satisfy hunger and I heard occasional bleats which meant small chit chat. I also saw wild pigs foraging for left over scraps of food.

Despite the unfavourable weather conditions, everyone was preparing for the midnight feast. It was scheduled for today under the illuminating glow of the glinting, glistening full moon. For the preparation of the feast all villagers were doing their assigned jobs. Some were cooking delicious, mouth-watering dishes, some were gathering fresh fruits, and others were collecting drift wood for the humongous bonfire, still others making costumes and masks that would be worn tonight. Everyone was busy with their work.

Breaking the silence of the area, a loud thud was heard by all of us. It sounded as though an enormous sea vessel had hit a boulder. Another thud was heard by us, this time louder. No one knew what it was. We were all confused. There was chaos all over.

BOOM!! It was louder than all sounds I had ever heard. It was the volcano! It had erupted! Fiery lava gushed out of the volcano, scorching everything in its path. The volcano scared the day lights out of us. We were all scared. Everyone ran helter-skelter. The age-old cave came in handy. We all took protection from the burning, molten lava in the cave.

The small cave was insufficient for the multitude of people. It was dusty as it was scarcely used. There were meagre food supplies, inadequate for all the people. The doctors were attending to the injured and bruised, others helping to clean and make arrangements for our stay in the cave.

All of a sudden I realised I had my phone with me. Immediately I called the Emergency Rescue Team.  Unfortunately, as I was in the cave there was no signal! I was frustrated. I was the whole villages’ only hope.  I gathered all my courage, my heart banging against my ribs I stepped out of the protective cave. I was standing on a levitated area near the cave. As soon as I stepped out my phone caught a signal. Straight away I called the Emergency Rescue Team. They picked up in the first ring. I told them about our situation. As I spoke I looked at the people in the cave all of them were grave, sad and some were crying. All I could do is hope and pray the trusted team would find a way to help us. My thoughts were disrupted by the voice of the speaker and the phone fell out of my hand! Oh no! What had I done? Now I had single headedly given away our only chance of survival.

There is always one thing a person should remember: ’Never underestimate a rescue team. They are professional life savers.’

After an hour or so we heard the hum of the helicopters propellers hovering in the air. Reluctantly but with much hope the chief of our island stepped out. We heard a shout of joy from outside. The chief yelled from outside, “They are here! The team is here to save us!”

Everyone in the cave was gleaming with joy.

One by one we were asked to come out and were escorted to a helicopter, which would then carry us to safety. It took us an half an hour or so to reach the closest island which was inhabited. Four helicopters carrying all the residents of Tiber Island reached safe and sound. We all uttered our silent prayers thanking God and asking him to bless all those souls who had helped us escape that atrocious and frightening island. We were brought to Achilles Island where we dwelled in safety.

The Old Lady’s House

An old lady lives in a house

With many children and no spouse

The house she lived in

Had no tins

But was made of perfume bottles

No other mortal had a house like hers

The other houses were made of animal furs

The house had an amazing smell

But no one could tell

If it was Davidoff or Dolce &Gabbana

The house is very fragile

But everyone thinks it was a guile

This is the story of the old lady’s house

Who had many children and no spouse

Am I Safe?

In our world today, crime is one of the most common things. Hate crimes, crime against women, theft, kidnapping, Homicide crime along with many others are the norm of the day!    The morning newspaper only talks of crime… Is it not a shame? A black mark on the world, a disgrace… interesting

Every time one steps out of the house we feel vulnerable; at risk of wrongdoing against us. Is this not mortifying to know you are in danger all the time! Does it not make you uncomfortable? Living in a world where one cannot even step outside their house without fear in their minds!

 These days a child is not allowed to go to classes or some friend’s house that lives far away or even nearby on his or her own.

For instance, my Mother never lets me go alone anywhere with the driver. She will always make sure I am with a family member or a trusted adult. This is one way you can protect yourself from harm.

 While in the days long gone, children would roam around freely without any hesitation of them being trapped in the midst of some unlawful activity. In the olden days crime was present, although it was not at such an astronomical level as it is now and was not very prominent either.

This rise in level of crime makes it very challenging for us to feel safe and sound; and out of harm’s way!

I would want to tell you a myth about crimes. Everyone thinks only those dirty, dishevelled, foul people do it. Although, I shall tell you it is not always them. It can very well be a “good” person, as we call it, just like you and me. Being a criminal does not rest on or is even influenced by caste or money or appearance. A poor illiterate farmer maybe more educated than a rich, literate man. Most people may be literate but not all are educated. Education is not knowing how to write, it is the moral values we develop over the years; which we learn from our parents teachers and the people around us.

Inside our homes we are shielded from unwanted, unlawful things and most importantly crime. I believe everyone would say yes, though I beg to differ.  Walls are just protective barriers. Walls can act as your armour, but will they stand the test of time? Walls can give away…

Walls cannot shield us from the new crimes that have begun since the invention of social networking sites, namely- cyber-crime and cyber bullying. Victims of such crime go through trauma and sometimes even depression.

I must say, ‘Your Safety is in your own hands’. If you are cautious and take small measures, you can be much safer than you are now. If you come home before dark or stay with an adult when you are outside, you will be more secure. You must have heard ‘Safety comes in numbers’. When you go out try to go in a group rather than going alone.

I shall conclude by saying outside your home you should be vigilant and alert. Inside your home the walls shall prevent and protect you from most danger, but even the toughest armour cannot prevent everything. There are some concealed, unknown dangers. At times the people who harm us could be the ones we know, love and trust. We should know how to act and respond to situations like those. Our safety is in our hands, we must be wise and cautious. It will be of great importance. Small things can make a big difference.



Oh! Whatever Should I Do?

Oh these dishes

Swimming like fishes

Oh whatever should I do?

With scraps of this and scraps of that, the dishes have turned a different hue!

I called the maid but she refused

She thinks they are too nasty to reuse!

Oh whatever should I do?

I’m sure you don’t find it plausible

But I’m being honest, I assure you

Oh whatever should I do?

If I clean all this grime

I’ll look like I’ve come out of the mine

I’ll turn into a fiasco

And look like a frazzled Picasso

Oh whatever should I do?

Written from the point of view of a 18th centaury lady.