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We have for you this time, a mixed bag; so many different things have happened in these past few months that we have decided to put in everything that we possibly can from all the adventures that students have had. We have Parths piece on his and Neel Rakholias experience at the World Robot Olympiad (WRO) in Manila, Philippines where they came in 3rd among the many countries represented. This was the first time our school won at such a prestigious event at an international level. We also have Binal Maam telling us about the achievement in an interview by Pranav Sejpal and Kunal Kamania. We have a piece on DAIMUN (Dhirubhai Ambani International Model UN) 2010, where we had an eleven person delegation representing the countries of Mexico and Malaysia. For all of those not in the know, Model UN is a simulation of the United Nations at a high school or college level in which students participate in a dialogue representing various countries and try and come up with solutions to real issues that plague our society today. It encourages one to think internationally and look at things from completely different perspectives. We have from Kunal Kamania, experiences of students who went to the Tribal Academy at Tejgadh which they visited as part of their International Award for Young People scheme. Then, we have the students experience of the Tagore Train that had docked at the Rajkot Junction. It was a unique experience that gave students an insight into the life of the Nobel Laureate and acclaimed poet. We had the Animal Action week when Grade 7 and 8 participated in various discussions and quizzes to raise awareness about animals and their ill-treatment. This year is the first time that the 7th graders face examinations. We hear from Radhika Jagani about the exam experience. Its now 2011 and we usher in the new year. Its going to be a year filled with yet more interesting experiences and adventures. We have a very busy two months coming up; we have the Dzongri expedition, we have the Talking Gandhi event in February, we have Crosstalk happening and we have IB debate at Mahindra United World College in Pune. So we can promise you that the next issue is going to be as busy and packed as this one and we hope you enjoy it. Happy New Year to all! Jay Batavia, IBDP2 (with the Editorial Team)
On the verge: news, views and more from the galaxy school
volume 1, issue 3
Staying with problems longer: the WRO Parth Mehta, IBDP1 Getting to Know: Our Robotics teacher, Ms. Binal Kamdar Pranav Sejpal & Kunal Kamania, The Exam Experience Radhika Jagani, 7A Make a DFrance in your life Anuradha Khara, Faculty, French Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore: Celebrating 150 Years Shyamal Vibhakar, IBDP1 MUN: A Learning Experience Sonark Vajir, IBDP2 Nalini Malanis Splitting the Other: A Post-MUN Experience Juhi Palan, IBDP1 Tiger! Tiger! At Amdavad ni Gufa Shivali Kansagra, 9B
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Editorial team: Jay Tekwani (IDBP1), Kunal Kamania (IDBP1), Parth Mehta (AS levels), Jay Batavia (IBDP2) Glogs on Cover: Nishka Raman, Vaidehi Chhotai, Design and tech team: Jay Tekwani (IDBP1), Kunal Kamania (IDBP1), Juhi Palan (IDBP1) Photos: Jay Batavia, Shyamal Vibhakar Guidance and support: Editorial and design: Ms. Gopika Jadeja, Ms. Anuradha Khara, Ms. Luna Banerjee Faculty contributors: Ms. Nina Kapoor, Ms. Sakina Bharmal, Ms. Anuradha Khara On the Verge, the newsletter of The Galaxy School is meant for private circulation only.
Animal Action Week: Focus Tiger Vaidehi Chhotai, 7A Tejgadh: Residential Project Kunal Kamania, IBDP1 One of many heroes Juhi Palan, IBDP1 Teachers we less know: P C Roy Parth Mehta, AS Levels Inter-group competition results
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This year we celebrate the 150th birth Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore: anniversary of Gurudev Rabindranath Celebrating 150 years Tagore. In a travelling tribute the Indian Railways created an exhibit on a train that is travelling around the country. The train stopped at Rajkot on 24-25 November 2010, taking us along on an exploration. The students of Grade 11 and 12 (IBDP) joined the long queue outside the train at Bhaktinagar Station to be part of this journey. The exhibit was spread over 5 coaches depicting the poet's life and philosophy. The names of the coaches were, 'Jibon Smriti', 'Gitanjali', 'Muktodhara', 'Chitrarekha' and 'Smaranika'. Besides rare photographs of Tagore, the exhibit took us through various aspects of the life and work of Rabindranath Tagore. The Grade 12 were excited to find among the photographs, one of Tagore in a performance of Dakghar (The Post Office), one of their World Literature texts! Here are some glimpses of us on our journey:
Photos: Shymal Vibhakar
MUN
A learning experience
The Model UN conference at the Dhirubhai Ambani International School, Mumbai with Corruption as its theme, was one of my first experiences in the area of public speaking. It was the first ever conference of my life and I was both excited as well as nervous about it. The basis of this conference was research about an assigned country and the preparation of a resolution and debating it. A resolution is a official document that is drafted and presented in the United Nations. Its aim is to deal with a specific matter of prime importance. This is the most challenging part. I struggled a lot in preparing it but in the end, it was a fruitful experience. I was a part of SPECPOL (Special, Political and Decolonization Committee) committee of the General Assembly. After we reached there, in the first meeting, we were addressed on the issue of CORRUPTION. This was enriching and it gave a new outlook to our thoughts. The next part was LOBBYING. Here we needed to discuss our resolution with other representatives. The topics of the resolution were PROBLEMS OF CENTRAL AMERICA, INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY RIGHTS AND WATER CRISIS IN ARCTIC REGION. In the SPECPOL Committee, our resolution was discussed in depth. During the discussion, there was opposition from different delegates on the committee. I had a lot of stage fear and didnt ever believe that I could express myself before of a group of people. This discussion was really a huge challenge for me. At first I decided not to speak at all but this wasnt possible as I had to make my point clear. As soon as I spoke my first sentence, I started to gain confidence. Then slowly and steadily, I answered all the questions posed to me. After this discussion was over, my stage fear vanished. The day of the plenary session was the most crucial one. All the delegates gathered in the General Assembly for the final discussion. It was a pool of intellects at one place. When my turn came I presented my point strongly and with confidence. The questions posed to me were really intelligent and I tried to answer them. I really felt that there is a lot of competition in the outside world and if we want to stand out then we must SPEAK. SPEAK is all you have to do. But to speak, you must have something to speak about. That requires reading and being aware of the happenings around you. Never be afraid to do something new. If anyone really wants to overcome stage fear or wants to be good at debating skills, then I STRONGLY URGE that this is one of the best platforms you can look forward too. I met a lot of people from different schools and made new friends. This was really a memorable experience for me. It taught me how to overcome stage fear, to be a speaker and much more.
Sonark Vajir, IBDP1 Our team consisted of Pooja Khajuria (9A), Kishen Shah (AS Level), Juhi Palan (IBDP1), Amar Govani IBDP1), Sonark Vajir IBDP1), Kunal Kamania IBDP1), Jeshika Shah IBDP1) and Jay Batavia IBDP2). Kunal and Jay debated their resolutions on the Israel-Palestine Water Crisis and Improvement of the social conditions of Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender people, and eradication of social stigmas based on their sexual orientation well.Sonarks resolution on Intellectual Property Rights was debated in the 4th Committee of the General Assembly, the SPECPOL was passed in the general plenary. Even all our first time MUNners contributed 8
Walking out of the Ahmedabad International School, after two exhausting, yet exhilarating days of the MUN conference, we, being the teenagers that we are, were looking forward to going to the malls, having milk shakes and relaxing. So you can just imagine our reluctance to Gopika madams idea of exploring Ahmedabad ni gufa, for a far richer experience than moving in malls like civilised zombies. We were adamant, and wouldnt budge from our original plan of going to the mall and chilling. I mean, being urban zombies, following the clich was all we were used to. Appreciating art in a calm environment with no pop music blaring out of speakers was something completely foreign to us, something we thought we were not ready for. Yet, somehow, madam managed to stifle our groans and convince us to tag along to the Gufa. Also known as the Hussain Doshi Gufa, it is an underground art gallery that illustrates the works of the famous painter M.F.Hussain. It has been designed by yet another famous personality, one of the best architects in the country, B.V.Doshi, and hence, the name. Some of us, including myself, being new to the city, half expected the car to stop in front of a gloomy underground cave. So our surprise at glancing at the almost futuristic looking so called gufa was expected. As they say, never judge a book by its cover! We walked into the very quiet gallery across the Gufa, and it felt as though someone hit the mute switch. The calm took us all by surprise. After a couple of Hey, look at SHUSHH! we started losing ourselves in the extraordinary works of Nabibaksh Mansoori. The show, aptly named Tiger! Tiger, would lead us, on first take, to believe that the paintings would be ferocious ones of the fiery wild beast that weve heard oh! so many stories of. But that is why the painters work is so famous. It surprises us and makes us do a double take. The typical orange Tigers that the eye is searching for are not found, instead we meet blue, purple and red ones. The apparently vicious monster has a new avatar; it is now seen as a guard, a lonesome mortal, almost a human. Nabibaksh Mansoori shows the gentler, and often overlooked, side of the socalled beast, but while doing so, he doesnt forget the wilder one, which has made us fear it so. Mans relationship with the animal is also portrayed in The hunt, as a Ring master, a Back-biter. The lonely road (pictured right) becomes the tiger, our consciousness. The Tiger even enters our dream. The exhibition also tries to create awareness, one of the paintings fittingly titled Extinct. As you move along the gallery, absorbing every single work, you feel yourself to be on that brink where youre not exactly sleeping, but youre not entirely awake either. Its like a dream world, and youre moving with what youre seeing, all alone with what youre observing and your thoughts.
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Courtesy: Nabibaksh Mansoori
Now this is the kind of chilling we had never done before, the kind, we now wish, we did more often. As I dwell on one of my personal favorites, The lonely road, I hear voices and turn around. The painter himself is going around, talking to all of us and describing how tigers became an inspiration for him. He is re-telling a story to maam about how, when he was young, there was a rather extraordinary event which made quite an impression on his mind. Walking in the woods near his home in Idar he was attacked by a tiger but managed to escape. The incident left a deep impression on his mind. The tiger never left his mind, he said, and that is why he wanted to dedicate an entire album to the magnificent beauty of the beast. We thanked him, and after appreciating his work some more, left the gallery, more in awe of our national animal than ever before. The exhibit turned out to be a far cry from our preconceived notions; different, and inspiring. The experience in itself was a surreal and enriching one; one that I would like to have again in, hopefully, the near future.
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In the midst of hills, far away from our busy cities, in what seems a remote land, lies the small tribal village of Tejgadh. Situated on the outskirts of the city is the ADIVASI ACADEMY, which was our dwelling for our week long project. On paper, it looked as if we are going just as a part of our curriculum and out of compulsion but our vision went beyond that. Our perception, how we look at things certainly changed. We had heard all RESIDENTIAL PROJECT a b o u t t h e conditions and life in villages but going there and actually seeing it provided us with a rich, firsthand experience. It also dismissed some MYTHS about villages and tribal villages and confirmed others as true. It was a five day excursion. We had some first time experiences. We stood in the ST bus for 3 long hours; cramped and crushed. We also travelled in the general class compartment where there was no place for even a snake to slither. The ADIVASI ACADEMY is a language centre where tribal culture and literature and many other types of courses are taught and pursued. It also runs a school of 60 students from nearby tribal areas and educates them. The students are first taught their own culture before going into scientific knowledge. All of them spoke in different languages and it became very difficult for us to comprehend it. Looking at these kids, who are either dropouts or unable to pay for school fees, I felt we all are so lucky in receiving the education that we do. We had a good discussion with the children. The school aims at bringing them at par with any Standard 7-8 student so that they can be admitted to a state school. The interaction was really fruitful,. They asked us a few riddles, and we were tongue-tied. The session got more serious as we tried to understand their lifestyle and their background. We told them about how we live in Rajkot, our school and transportation. They found our sleeping time very unusual; at 12 midnight they are done with half their sleep, whereas we are far from going to sleep. We held a quiz and found they were aware of the world. It was a beautiful school, with lively students and friendly teachers. We also helped in farming. We levelled the ground, plucked out the weeds, planted trees, moved bricks and removed the dry grass. It is a difficult job to do under the hot midday sun and it drained all the energy out of us. But what we did is what 60% of this country does to earn a living. Its then that you realise that what it means to do the work which is thought of by us as so small and negligible. We also attended a class in which we came to know more about the tribals. A day was spent in going to the village and splitting into groups and then going to interview different people from all walks of life. We even met the sarpanch who told us about the changes the village has seen in the last decade and also what more has to be done. We met a potter, a sick man, a teacher and a farmer. It was very interesting to hear about their superstitions, their beliefs and their ways of carrying out daily work. We look at these people with a different view, like they are very different from us. We feel as if we need to give them special attention. This is not what they expect. Their idea of interaction is very different from us. We have to go very deep into ourselves to identify the actual needs and tools for empowerment. Donation is not the solution; equipping to empower is. They are not looking for a favour. It was a wonder, standing there under the setting sun and a wonder that even after having only bare necessities, they are so happy. It makes me think who actually are the Privileged people??
Kunal Kamania, IBDP1
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The team of students who visited the Adivasi Academy at Tejgadh
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It says in the Upanishads that the Supreme One wanted to be many. The urge for self-dispersal is at the root of this creation. It was through this kind of creative urge that Prafulla Chandra became many in the minds of his pupils by diffusing and thereby reactivating himself in many younger minds. But this would hardly have been possible unless he had the capacity to give himself away fully to others. Rabindranath Tagore (Quoted in P. C. Ray by J. Sen Gupta, National Book Trust, 1972) A bachelor throughout his life with clean Khadi clothes, well polished shoes and strict dietary habits, this man earned the well-deserved reputation of a remarkable teacher, a skilful industrialist and a true patriot. His dwelling a simple room on the first floor of the College of Science, Calcutta University; his household beloved students too poor to afford accommodation elsewhere; his salary donation for the development of research facilities in the Department of Chemistry. A man who was righteously called the Doctor of Floods by the Father of the Nation for his untiring efforts to provide relief to the flood victims in Bengal. We talk about Professor Prafulla Chandra Roy...a personality whose mention fills the heart of every Indian with an enormous amount of pride! Born in 1861 in current day Bangladesh, most of Prafulla Chandra Roys primary education took place in some of the best schools of Calcutta. While in college, though his first love was literature, his interest in the natural sciences was deeply intensified by the autobiography of Sir Benjamin Franklin and his famous kite experiment. Owing to his academic brilliance, he was one of the two candidates across India who received the Gilchrist Prize Scholarship to receive higher education abroad. It was his highly influential professor of Chemistry at the Edinburgh University, Britain who transformed this gem into a devoted and passionate learner of Chemistry. On returning to India, he worked for a year with the famous Jagdish Chandra Bose, before being appointed the Assistant Professor of Chemistry at the Presidency College, Calcutta. While in the Presidency College, Roys attention was solely directed towards imparting quality education to his students. His lectures, in virtually no time, became extremely popular throughout the college, primarily because they never failed to glow with humour and wit. The biggest highlight of his early career was perhaps the discovery of a new stable chemical compound, Mercurous Nitrate, which brought him recognition from all over the world. Following this wonderful achievement, he, along with his students, went on to publish 107 papers in all branches of Chemistry by 1920. However, there was this one extremely important aspect of his life that made him ten times greater. Roy had always believed that the progress of India on an international scale was completely linked with industrialization. It was Roy who pioneered the chemical industrialization of India, and the way he did it makes it all the more spectacular. One wont argue that it takes tremendous courage to venture into entrepreneurship with the capital of a mere Rs. 800 in hand, all property having been sold to clear debts. Despite the fact that Roy was devoid of any knowledge of business administration, he succeeded in giving birth to The Bengal Chemical and Pharmaceutical Works, which was destined to grow into the first Indian firm that mass manufactured chemical goods. Through his 83 years, Roy had been extremely fascinated by the deep understanding of Chemistry that existed in ancient India. His book, A History of Hindu Chemistry from the Earliest Times to the Sixteenth Century soon became renowned worldwide and was appreciated by numerous scientists across the globe. Moreover, he also wrote his autobiography, Life and Experience of a Bengali Chemist, and dedicated it to the youth of India, thereby demonstrating his love and affection for the countless students of India. He passed away in the same room at the Calcutta University which he had been occupied by him and his pupils for twenty five years.
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These points are based on the performances of the groups in the various inter-group competitions held during the academic year.
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Songs of Freedom:
David Sirs pick of songs that matter and move us
Let it be known there is a fountain, That was not made by the hands of men. There is a road, no simple highway, Between the dawn and the dark of night, And if you go no one may follow, That path is for your steps alone. Ripple in still water, When there is no pebble tossed, Nor wind to blow. You who choose to lead must follow But if you fall you fall alone, If you should stand then whos to guide you? If I knew the way I would take you home.
It's a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken, Perhaps they're better left unsung. I don't know, don't really care Let there be songs to fill the air. Ripple in still water, When there is no pebble tossed, Nor wind to blow. Reach out your hand if your cup be empty, If your cup is full may it be again,