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EXCELSIOR WYNBERG-ALLEN SCHOOL MUSSOORIE JUNE ISSUE 2008

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Dear Readers, The First Term is drawing to a close with breathless rapidity. The First Terminal Examination is over, the results are out. Some of us have

tasted the results of our labour and the others might have missed their goal by a few steps. The hectic period of debates, competitions, hikes, excursions, matches on the field is finally giving way to the much awaited summer break. This is the moment when we reflect on what we have gained and what we have lost, this is the time to take decisions that will decide our future. Are we ready to give up a habit that stands as an obstacle to our blossoming? Are we willing to push ourselves beyond what we feel is our limit of tolerance and scale even greater heights?

At this momentous occasion, we recall with admiration and gratitude the many sacrifices of our founders . A hundred and twenty years ago, a group of remarkable human beings came together with the purpose of starting an educational institution. These individuals were great visionaries, committed to the development of education in our country. More than a century ago, they pledged to form a school where children “may grow up strong in body, mind and soul.” Today, we here in Wynberg-Allen taste the fruits of their labour. Today, we benefit in every aspect from an institution that is renowned the world over .

Today, we also remember with appreciation our students who have passed through the gates of Wynberg-Allen and ventured out into the world. They have left a permanent mark in the making of the future of our country. They have kept true to the words of our School Song – “Wheresoe’er her children struggle, they renown shall win…” Our engineers build bridges that bring people together, our doctors are providing succour and strength to those who are sick and ailing, our children are risking their lives on the battlefield, setting sail on rough seas, soaring through the air, scaling high mountains. Each of them is making a difference at every level. Collectively, they are pushing back the boundaries of human knowledge and experience inch by inch. We, too, stand at the crossroads today. Shall we too make our contribution to the annals of Wynberg-Allen? Will our deeds here today make us immortal in the times to come?

As we set off to our different destinations all over the country, we wish everyone a safe journey and a restful vacation. May this wonderful period of being with our loved ones nurture our hearts and souls. May all of us dream about the wishes that lie deep within us and return to find the determination to pursue those wishes, for no star is too high to reach and no dream is too impossible to achieve. Bon Voyage and Happy Founders’ Day!! Editor-in-Chief: Ankita Rana 12C

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IINTERVIEWS 2

Neeraj : Good morning, Ma’am! How are you liking your stay at Wynberg-Allen School? Mrs. S. Sharma : My stay at Wynberg-Allen has been very pleasant. Each day has brought me an exhilarating new experience, as I believe that one never ceases to learn till one’s death.

Neeraj : What drew you to this school? Mrs. S. Sharma : I had been visiting this school as a Supervising Examiner for class 10 & 12 Council Examinations and the behaviour of the students impressed me. The congenial atmosphere and hospitality extended by the Principal and the staff members during my one and a half month stint as a S.E. has been most memorable and perhaps this is what drew me to Wynberg-Allen School. Neeraj : Where did you spend most of your childhood days? Mrs. S. Sharma : Mussoorie is my hometown. I was born and brought up here and hence this place holds a special meaning for me.

Neeraj : What is the naughtiest deed you did in school? Mrs. S. Sharma : Truly speaking, I was never naughty and my teachers still remember me as a quiet and a sincere girl.

Neeraj : Where do you see yourself five years from now? Mrs. S. Sharma : In Wynberg-Allen, as a well established teacher.

Neeraj : What are your hobbies? Mrs. S. Sharma : Reading daily chronicles & novels and anything related to calligraphy. I have also directed a few plays in my previous school.

Neeraj : Did you always want to become a teacher? What were your first plans? Mrs. S. Sharma : I always wanted to become a teacher. My source of inspiration was my own teacher who taught me for eight years and is presently working as the Vice-Principal of G.D.Goenka School.

Neeraj : What do you find unique about Wynberg-Allen School? Mrs. S. Sharma : Wynberg-Allen School is a school with a difference, as it is not imparting only education to the students but holistic education. Peter Seeger, an American folk singer, once said, “Do you know the difference between education and experience? Education is when you read the fine print. Experience is when you don’t.” Hence, I feel this unique combination of education and experience makes Wynberg-Allen School a school with a difference.

Neeraj : What advice would you like to give the students here? Mrs. S. Sharma : All students must always remember the words of Joseph Addison ….. ‘Education is a companion which no misfortune can depress, no crime can destroy, no enemy can alienate, no despotism can enslave. Without it, what is man? So children, keep on working hard for a golden future.

Jannat : Good Morning, Sir. Where are you from? Harpreet : I’m from New Delhi, but now I have settled in Florida in the US . Jannat : When did you pass out from school? Which House were you in? Harpreet : 1994. I was in 7th standard when I left. I had to leave because my sister was ill. It was my parents decision. I was in Powell House. Jannat : What are your hobbies? Harpreeet : Now, it’s only work. But I played the guitar and I learnt how to play it in this school. I was a part of a few bands. I also write poetry. Jannat : What were your achievements in school? Harpreet : I took part in art competitions, short stories, essays and poetry writing competitions . Jannat : Did you break any school rules? Harpreet : No real trouble. I was very quiet and shy. Frankly speaking, I wasn’t that notorious to be a part of trouble. Jannat : What is it that you most remember about our school? Harpreet : The morning line-up and inspections. I think I can still pass for the inspections. I remember participating in school activities. Jannat : What are you doing presently? Harpreet : I’m working for Medtronics, USA, as an associate firmware engineer. I design pacemakers. Jannat : What are your achievements in the US? Harpreet : I received the FCPA and the Student of the Year Award from the State of Florida. I topped in arithmetic and the sciences. I recently de-signed communication systems for cellphones. Jannat: What have you got to say to those who wish to pursue your career? Harpreet: Get your basics right in school - your fundamentals in science , mathematics or even accounting in commerce. Jannat: What are the changes you have noticed in school? Harpreet: Everybody is just the same. On my way to Wynberg-Allen, I saw Mrs. Burrell walking to the newspaper stand. I stopped the car to greet her. I haven’t been around the school yet. However, everything seems to be just the same. Jannat: What is your advice to our students? Harpreet: You will realize later, when you go out, that you have done things that very few people get a chance to do. Even a small thing like throw-ing the javelin is in-built in us because we were expected to do it. We are encouraged here at Wynberg-Allen to do everything and that is the true spirit of Wynberg-Allen. The teachers here are beyond compare. Even when you go to university, you will not get better teachers. There is no place better than Wynberg-Allen to get a firm base and that’s why I got through to D.P.S (R.K. Puram ) after Wynberg-Allen.

The Editorial Board was privileged to interview Mrs. Shruti Sharma who recently joined the Wynberg-Allen family.

Jannat Faiyaz in conversation with Mr. Harpreet Singh (ex-student - Wynberg-Allen)


WRITERS’ CORNER 3


“I’m afraid I have a confession to make,” she said falteringly, refusing to meet my eyes. It made me uncomfortable for I had never seen that look in her eyes before. For a moment as I was looking into the eyes of my seven year old angel, I panicked. Not being able to recognize even the smallest emotion in the eyes of my daughter was something alien to me. As a father, I thought I was aware of every deed, every emotion, every thought of my child but a lesson was in store for me - we, even as parents can never understand our own children completely and wholly even till the very end of our lives. I realized I was doing nothing to make things easier for her and put a finger under her perfectly rounded chin which now showed me a dimple on its soft skin. There was a look in the eyes I couldn’t bear to see. Despite the apparent seriousness of the occasion, I couldn’t help but notice with pride how well she chose her words and how she appeared and tried her best to maintain her composure. I asked her to look into my eyes but she wouldn’t and I hated the moment. I love the way she looks at me every night and goes on to tell me how her day

has been, I love her constant chatter and the glitter in her blue eyes. I got down on one knee, coming on the same level as her. She spoke, “I didn’t go to the school this morning, Rina and I went to the park behind the school.” Times were changing and changing drastically. A tiny girl thought of ‘bunking’ school! I couldn’t allow myself to think so and came to the conclusion that she didn’t understand the action of going to the park and playing truant. She did it without intending to cause any harm. She did it because she wanted to. I knew it was time I counseled her and told her the importance of doing things that were right and that not all things could be done just because she wished to do them but I would drill these things in her in a while. She was a small girl and how much would she understand anyway. My thought drifted to her words again and it was then that I realized that she did know what was right. Because she played truant did not mean she was developing in a negative manner, she had just strayed from a path which even an old man does after having walked

almost the entire walk of life. She knew what was right because she knew she had to be honest with me. She knew she owed me an explanation even if I would never find out about it. Or probably I would but the fact that she came to say it to me herself and that she realized it was wrong touched me. Even in her small framed figure I could see a beautiful woman at heart and mind that I knew she would grow up to be. I didn’t know the right words to say. I didn’t know of the right expressions to portray. I just knew I couldn’t shout at her for her deed now and I knew that I didn’t have to tell her that what she had done was wrong for she was aware of it. So I held out my hand and said, “Promise me you will tell me next time you want to go to a park?” She slipped her tiny hand into mine and whispered,” I promise!” and that was enough for me. I knew then that when you falter and stumble the forgiveness of your loved ones is a strong enough a force to bring you back. And God has mysterious ways of showing His care and His protection to each one of us. Karishma Khanna 12C

Heart to Heart

“I am afraid I’ve a confession to make,” she said falteringly, refusing to meet my eyes. I wondered what she wanted to tell me. Was it anything to do with the murder?

I had been investigating the case of murder of a man named George Harvey. So far, I had not been able to draw any conclusions from the murder. I had not been able to find a single clue that would enable me to proceed with the investigation. The only information I had about George Harvey was that he was a man of forty three with a wife and adolescent daughters by the name of Maurice Harvey and June Harvey respectively. I also knew that he was a stock-broker. The case had reached a dead end and I was on the point of giving up when Maurice Harvey approached me telling me she had a confession to make.

So, here I was in the middle of a case that was going nowhere with Maurice suddenly coming to my rescue. She said to me, "I killed my husband, George.” Her tone was flat - devoid of any emotions. “There was nothing else I could do.” I gave a gasp of surprise and shock. How would a gentle and kind woman like Maurice commit a murder and that too of her own husband? My mind was reeling. Was this

actually happening? Mrs. Harvey on the other hand remained calm and composed. She began to tell me how a month ago she had spotted a change in her daughter’s behavior. June seemed to be withdrawing from the world, as if she was afraid of something. On being questioned, she would not say anything about what was bothering her. Maurice was heart-broken by her daughter’s behavior. The string bond of love and trust that had bound them together once upon a time seemed to be becoming weaker and weaker. George however, seemed to be oblivious to these changes. When Maurice spoke about her worries to George, he just expressed his indifference by saying that June was only passing through a phase common to adolescence. Then, one day, June tried to end her life by taking an over-dose of sleeping pills. Fortunately, she was given timely help and saved. She then broke down and could not keep her feelings to herself She told her mother how she had discovered that her father was involved in drug and organ trafficking. She felt she could not face the world with a father like hers. At this point of time, a few drops of tears appeared in Maurice’s eyes and her voice hardened and became almost cruel. She told me that this was when she decided to

kill her husband. She would not let that fiend destroy her daughter’s life and the lives of hundreds of innocent children. A few days after June’s attempted suicide, Maurice murdered her husband. She shot him six times through the heart.

I was in a state of confusion. What was I to do? Was I to arrest a person who had killed a monster? Her act was nothing short of a brutal murder. Yet, what she had done was an act of charity. But I was bound by my duties.

Maurice Harvey was arrested. Her court trial took place three days later. Taking into the consideration the mitigating circumstances, the court sentenced her to three years imprisonment. As I held June’s delicate hand in mine and watched Maurice being taken away by the officers, I wondered what she had done to deserve this. At that point of time my mind questioned the presence of God. Then I saw Maurice turn and smile at her daughter and I knew that she had truly put an end to a hideous monster.

Pritha Dutta 12C

Monster or Man?

‘And the Ashokan Pillar ….” On and on went the lecture about Ashoka. No offence to Ashoka , but why did he put up so many pillars? History is just too taxing!! I started playing with my hair when suddenly an extremely white-haired fairy came in front of me. She called herself the History Fairy and she was annoyed with my low opinion about History. ‘You will be punished….’’ These were her last words before she mumbled some weird things.

Suddenly, everything around me started swirling. The pixie or fairy, whatever it was, vanished. Finally I fell on solid ground. Thanking all the gods at once, I got up and looked around. Everything looked ancient. A couple was getting married right before me.

After a bit of snooping around, I found out that I had landed in Akbar’s time and the couple getting married was Akbar and Jodha . “Cool!!’, I thought , “Now I can watch the real thing instead of watching it on reel!!”.

I sat down at some distance from the wedding tent from where I could get a good view. Even though I had just arrived at that place, something told me to stay away from the people. Suddenly, two guards came shouting towards me and arrested me. Perhaps, looking at my strange attire, they thought that I was an enemy spy. I was thrown in the dungeons. Akbar sentenced me to death.

I was sitting in my cell, crying. I wanted to get out of there somehow. All the guards were

gone. Only the prisoners were there. Suddenly, I heard a creaking sound. I quickly rushed out and saw my saviour Jodha!!! It turned out that she had been married against her wishes and wanted to make Akbar suffer somehow. Thanking the rebellious Jodha, I ran out quickly. I ran into a garden and there prayed for two long hours for some miracle to happen. Then that fairy reappeared. I got another scolding from her and I had to promise that I would pay attention to my lessons. Finally, she transported me back to that same classroom. This time, however, it was a new me…ready to learn the mysteries of history. Prakriti Kataria 9B

History is a mystery…


WRITERS’’ CORNER 4

“I’m afraid I have a confession to make,” she said falteringly, refusing to meet my eyes. It was my wedding day and as my mother helped me to look my best, this sudden statement and the ensuing awkward silence between us took me by surprise. She turned her back to me while I waited for her to continue. I had no idea what she was about to reveal and how I would react to the words she spoke.

“I am not your true mother”, she said after a long pause. I was at a loss for words for a while. However, looking at the pained expression on her face, I realized that it did not matter much to me. I tried to reassure her that this fact made no difference but she continued to speak. She wanted to tell me exactly who my mother was and said that I already knew her and that she lived with us in our household. Then this woman who I loved selflessly as my mother told me a story.

Long ago, there had been a woman who was in dire need of money. Her son was suffering from cancer which had been detected in its initial stages. She needed a huge amount of money to cure him of the disease and went to a rich and benevolent lady to ask her for help. The lady had gave her the money and the woman promised the lady that she give her whatever she wanted and that she would serve her forever. After the surgery was over and the boy cured, the lady called upon the woman and asked her for her little baby girl who was only a year old.

The woman tried to refuse but was bound by her promise and was helpless…

I looked at her with tears in my eyes. My head was reeling and the reality behind the story hit me. I knew even without being told who my mother was - my nanny - it couldn’t be anyone else. I thought about her, how she cared for me and her selfless maternal affection which used to

surprise me at times. I remembered all the times she was there to listen to my woes and console me, the times when she cried when I was leaving for boarding school and later on for college. I used to be touched then, at the prospect that she was attached to me as if I were her own flesh and blood. There were times when I vented my anger on her and shouted at her when she tried to advise me or became possessive. I remembered a time, when in a fit of temper, I had told her that she was only my nanny and that she shouldn’t wish to be anything else. I remembered the lullabies and the words of endearment, the times

I tried to ignore her and was embarrassed by the way she kept tagging along with me wherever I went, keeping a watch over me.

I stared at the lady in front of me, my emotions in a turmoil. I felt angry that she had done this and yet I loved her and couldn’t help it. I was angry that she had chosen such a time to confess this but understood how hard it must have been for her and was grateful that at least she had told me the truth. I didn’t even know who my brother and father were and where they were. She began to cry and told me that she loved me a lot and begged for forgiveness saying that she had desperately wanted a child of her own and that she had been unable to adopt any. I went to her and put my arms around her. Despite the anger and betrayal I felt, I was helpless. She had been my mother for years and I couldn’t change it. I hugged her and told her to continue with the preparations . After the ceremony was over and it was time for the bride to leave, everybody gathered to bid farewell to her. Most of the guests were quite surprised to see that the bride was taking her nanny along to her new home. They wondered at the strange decision. But I knew why I was taking my mother with me. There was a lot I had to make up for and one more special relationship to foster… Jannat Faiyaz 12S

Mother of mine...

The scream of an animal from the heart of the jungle nearly made me fall off the branch I had been sleeping on. All was quiet for a while and then another scream pierced the air. I woke up my guide, Nguyen and told him what I had heard. The little Swahili I spoke was very useful. At first, Nguyen didn’t understand what I was trying to convey. When he did, he shouted out a string of syllables that I couldn’t make head or tail of. After a while, he told me that the elders of his village had once told him a story of a Creature that had a grotesque body and long claws. It was said to scream at night and it fed on human flesh. I coughed disbelievingly at this and told him not to worry. Not even a weird Creature that existed in the folklore of the people of the Amazon would be able to stop me from doing what I came here for. I was here in the forest of Amazon in search of the four eyed sloth. After checking our shoes for bugs and snakes, we put them on, picked up our bags with the supplies, our sleeping bags and ammunition. I picked up my rifle.

We walked for a long time. I was drenched in sweat. The mosquitoes seemed even more dangerous than that Creature Nguyen had told me of. I rested my hand on a ‘vine’ hanging from a tree. Nguyen immediately pulled back my hand. I looked closely, and saw that the vine was actually the tail of a snake. Thank God for Nguyen for saving me from ending up as an evening snack. After long hours of trudging

through the jungle, we finally found a good spot and set up our camp. As we sat on the ground eating the meal that Nguyen had prepared, we heard a barely audible crackling somewhere behind us. I didn’t react to it but my guide panicked. I told him to calm down.

After planning our day’s proceedings, we decided to hit the sack. I was so fatigued that I went out like a light the moment my head hit the little pillow I was using. I dreamt about finding the sloth and I saw my picture published on the

front page of leading newspapers. My glorious dream was interrupted by a scream. I immediately got up and pricked up my ears. Then I heard it again. I realize that the scream was not one of an animal, but a human! I grabbed my rifle and jumped up. What I saw horrified me. Next to the smoldering coals of the fire we had lit last night, I saw a creature that had Nguyen’s leg in its jaws. I lifted my rifle, and without a moment’s hesitation, I put a round into its head and another one to its chest. After

thrashing around for a few seconds, it went still. That’s when a blow dart punctured my neck and I lost consciousness.

I woke up, and saw that I was in a village, on a cot. A man in khaki colored uniform towered over me. He told me, that he was a part of the local police. The creature I had shot was actually a man in a well made costume. In the jungle, there was a group of poachers who used to smuggle animal skins and other trophies. They had shot at me with a dart and if Nguyen hadn’t run all the way to the village, I wouldn’t be alive. We had stumbled upon their hideout. I thanked Nguyen and he smiled broadly. Then the villagers gave me a cage that had a four eyed sloth in it. They told me that their hunters had found it in the forest and decided to give it to me as a token of appreciation. Boy! Would I have a lot to tell the people back home! Now, they would believe what I would tell them. The best part was that I got to keep the costume of the creature. The miscreants would wish they had never tried to scare me- the greatest explorer ever! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Nishant Phillip 9A

From the heart of the Amazon...

Rome was not built in a day but there are parts of it that were.



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ASHOK DHILLON Ashok Dhillon grew up in India, completing his schooling in 1969 in Wynberg-Allen, a boarding school in the hill-station of Mussoorie, in the Himalayan foothills. In April 1970, he moved to Vancouver. After a two year stint at college, in pre-medicine, Ashok opted for the life of an entrepreneur starting and running his own companies in construction, finance and power project development. Currently, he is the Founder Chairman and CEO of Canasia Power Corporation, a Canadian power development company working towards building a major power plant in India.

VIPUL JAIN Vipul Jain’s achievements owe a lot to his childhood habit of reading. “I grew up in Mussoorie, a hill station in Uttaranchal. We lived far away from town and there were very few neighbours and friends to play with,” he reminisces. “Thus books became my friends. I was a voracious reader and read my way through the school library, the community library and the public library. I think that has helped me tremendously, because I have wide interests and knowledge and feel I can learn anything new by simply reading about it.” Jain’s primary education was in Woodstock School, an international school with students from many different cultures and nations. He later moved to Wynberg- Allen School to appear for his ICSE. After school he completed his B.Tech at IIT Kanpur in 1978. He obtained a postgraduate qualification in management from IIM Ahmedabad in 1980. “A major achievement was winning the President's gold medal for topping in 1980 MBA class at IIM,” he says. IN 1993, Jain took over as the Managing Director and CEO at Kale. Having developed sizeable mindshare in the banking, healthcare and airlines domains, Kale went in for a successful initial public offering in 1999. “This gave us the funds required to address international markets,” says Jain.

SAEED JAFFREY Saeed Jaffrey, a renowned film personality was born in India, trained in New York and has worked in radio, film, TV and on the stage. He is the first Asian actor to be awarded an OBE for services to drama. He has three daughters and is married to the successful agent and casting director, Jennifer Jaffrey. His film credits include The Man Who Would Be King, Shatranj Ke Khiladi, Gandhi and A Passage to India. Saeed Jaffrey studied at Wynberg-Allen School and has fond memories of running marathons in his school days. He says, “I was not a great jumper, not good at short races, but I had led many a marathon which used to take us from school all the way up the Mall, on to Camel’s Back Road, behind Gun Hill, and then back to Allen.”

FADING HOPE

Desolate surroundings, nowhere to go, Just seem to be drifting along with the flow,

Being swept away by the hard currents of life, Trying to cope, to beat the strife.

Amidst blackness, no light on the way, Got nothing to do, don't know what to say.

Outstretched fingers close in on thin air, Leaving the heart so cold and bare. Great expectations end up in pieces,

High hopes die out, filled with creases, Determination crumbles, leaving a big gap In the web of life I get caught in the trap.

A cry of angry, helpless pain, Getting soaked in the biting rain.

Looking around with desperate longing For a place of shelter to escape the sting.

A hundred thoughts flitting through the head, Feeling heavy like sinking lead,

Trying to mend the life torn apart , To forget the dark memories which in the head dart.

No oar at hand, no log of wood, Just nurture the broken spirit on which I'd once stood.

To keep the gloom descending on my plight, From closing in with finality in the dark night...

Ankita Rana 12C

ALL ABOUT TRYING

It’s all about trying,

When you are crying, When you are lost,

Do not think of the past, For it’s all about trying,

Instead of crying. Don’t be discouraged at all ,

But give it a second chance overall. So stop crying,

For life is about living it up, And not giving up.

Navneet Singh 10B

LIFE

Life is about living, Life is about loving,

Life is precious, Life is ambition,

Life is something more, Even at Death’s door,

It was the past that you lived, It is the future you have to live,

It is the past that is gone, And the future is on,

So don’t despair, And be fully prepared,

And live life as it is supposed to be lived. Acsah Batra

10B

OPPORTUNITIES

Opportunities, opportunities

A long word to spell You get these opportunities

To use them very well. Use them well

And you will know It helps your life

To shine and glow. But an opportunity Comes only once

So take it seriously There are no reruns.

But please do remember Use it for good

And use it as much as You ever could.

Use it for The good of others

And God will bless you And your brothers.

It will take you High up in the sky. And then for money

You will not have to fight. So use your opportunities

As well as you can, Be it, buying a good hotel

Or a small little fan. Rahul Satya

8B

Wheresoe’er our children struggle, they renown shall win...


ART ATTACK 6

To succeed in politics, it is often necessary to rise above your principles.


Kelsang Dolkar 12S

Farah Aijaz 12C

Tamanna Basu 10B

Ankita Rana 12C Sheraf Sonam 12C


ART ATTACK 7

He who hesitates is probably right.


Gautam Murali Dharan 11C

Nishtha Dua 10B

Tarim Shamim 12C

Abhishek Kumar 12C Aradhyanayan Tiwari 12C


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EXCELSIOR JUNE ISSUE INQUIZITIVE 10

1. What cheese is made backwards? 2. How could I place a book on the floor where no one could jump over it? 3. What English word means burning wood when you take away the first letter of the word? 4. Feed me and I live, Give me drink and I die. What am I? 5. A chest without hinges key or a lid but inside a golden treasure is hid. What is the chest and what is the treasure? 6. I went to the garden and got it, When I came into the house I cried because of it. 7. How do you get low-fat milk? 8. A man walks into a bar. What does he say? 9. What is so delicate that when you say its name it is broken? 10. A three year old girl, and a 100 year old man have had exactly the same amount of birthdays. How many birthdays have they had?

How well do you know your teachers??? Can you guess who the following teacher is? This photograph is of the teacher when she was no higher than the desk you write on!!! 1. Teenage fear – Maths. 2. Favourite dialogue – Asta la vista, baby. 3. Favourite song – Smile by Barbara Striesand. 4. Dream destination—Europe and Africa. 5. Self description in two words – Definitely crazy. 6.Other career desire – Archaeologist. 7.One day personality makeover - None really because I want to be me always. 8.Favourite past-time – Doing new things (be it trying out a new recipe, listening to different kinds of mus ic). 9.Secret desire – Honestly, to make this world a better, safer and just place for women. 10.Most prized possession – My parents, brothers and Kinoo 11.Current working - Always working on new things (trying to anyway!). 12.Most memorable incident – Discovering faith and its incredible power! 13. What would you do with a million dollars – Million dollars! Hm…! I would make a beautiful house for my parents, travel and open a school like Wynberg-Allen for poor children. 14.Lesser known facts – If they are under wraps, I think we should leave it that way. 15. Rapid fire :- (a) Brad Pitt or Hritik Roshan - Brad Pitt (b) Rock or Pop - Rock

GUESS WHO???

How many words of four or more letters can you make from the letters shown in this puzzle? In making a word each letter may be used once only. Each word must contain the central letter. There should be at least one seven letter word. Plurals, foreign words and proper names are not allowed. The entry with the highest number of correct answers will win a special prize. ☺

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Answers:- 1. Edam 2. Place it in a corner of the room! 3. member = m ember 4. Fire 5. An eggshell with an egg inside 6. An onion 7. You get it from a skinny cow!! 8. Owwww!! (He walked INTO a bar) 9. Silence 10. One. You celebrate your birthday every year, but the only day that is actually your birthday is the day you were born.

A ship is safe in harbor but that's not what ships are built for.


EXCELSIOR JUNE ISSUE INQUIZITIVE 11

Junior Section 1. Name a country in Africa that begins and ends with the same letter. 2. Which computer game begins with the words: ‘In the Sultan’s absence, the grand old Vizier Jaffar ruled with the iron hand’? 3. In the film Sholay, what was the name of Hema Malini’s horse? 4. Which incident on December 7th, 1941, forced the Americans to enter World War II? 5. Which Greek hero slew Hector of Troy? 6. Who is the franchiser of IPL cricket team Chennai Superkings? 7. In cricketing slang, what is sometimes referred to as a ‘brain bucket’? 8. When was Goa liberated? 9. Which organ in the human body is jokingly referred to as the ‘ticker’? 10. What connects Shivaji, Lord Ganesh and Jerry (from the cartoon Tom and Jerry)?

Senior Section 1. Which football combination is called the ‘Christmas Tree’ formation? 2. Name a well known Enid Blyton character made of wood. 3. Which Indian state capital begins and ends with the letter ‘A’? 4. Who is the franchiser of IPL cricket team Deccan Chargers? 5. According to a popular legend, which famous traveller brought ice-cream to Italy? 6. Which is the only state of India to have two capital cities? 7. In Greek mythology, which God was married to Aphrodite – the goddess of love? 8. Which two man made things can be seen from space? 9. Name the river which was once called the Indian Nile. 10. The standard colours of which event are green and purple?

SENIOR SECTION

1. The famous American who has the most number of cities, towns, universities, rivers and streets named after him is George Washington. 2. ‘Stomach speaking’ is better known as ‘ventriloquism’. 3. The season of Formula One Racing begins in Melbourne, moves to Brazil and San Marino and ends with its seventeenth and last competition in

Suzuka, Japan. 4. Volcano is so called after Vulcan, the Roman god of fire. 5. Cancer is better known as ‘Big C’. 6. At the Victoria and the Albert museum in London, you can see a mechanical toy of a tiger eating an Englishmen. The tiger depicts Tipu Sultan. 7. The fear of 666 is known as Hexa Kuoshio Hexakontha Exaphobia. 8. The New Zealand bowler who is a policeman is Shane Bond. 9. The Hollywood actor, who when first wanting to be an actor, was told ‘Forget it, you’ve got a weird accent, weird body and the weirdest name’ is

Arnold Schwarzenegger. 10. The trophy on which the sentence ‘The Gentleman’s Single-Handed Championship of the World’ is the Wimbledon Men’s Singles trophy.

JUNIOR SECTION

1. In Sinbad the Sailor’s second voyage, the Giant Roc took him to the Valley of Diamonds. 2. India’s most famous college is named after the Christian martyr St. Stephen. 3. Because Atlas refused Persues a favor, he turned him into the Atlas mountains. 4. The Chunnel is the tunnel under the English Channel connecting England and France and the Channel is the stretch of water connecting England and France. 5. Genghis Khan’s first name is Temujin. He was known as ‘the King of Conquerors’. His grandsons were Babur and Kublai Khan. 6. Jaipur is called the Pink City because it was coloured pink for the Prince of Charles (King Edward VII) visit in 1876. 7. The story Aladdin and the Magic Lamp is based in China. 8. Only female worms glow. 9. The part of an athlete’s equipment which is only 2.5 cm long is the spikes. 10. DE(VICE )ROY

If you think nobody thinks about you, try missing a couple of payments.


Answers to the previous Quiz:

The Editorial Board regrets to announce that there were no winners for the Quiz in the Senior Division. In the Junior Division, we like to congratulate Tushar Arora of Class 7A for his accurate and prompt answers.


OPINION SECTION 12

A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking.


Each Sudoku has a unique solution that can be reached logically without guessing. Enter digits from 1 to 9 into the blank spaces. Every row must contain one of each digit. So must every column, as must every 3x3 square.

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