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Balu The Cracker

It was 18th October and Geena the cracker gave birth to Balu the cracker. Balu saw the new world and asked ”Mama, why have I been born at this time? Why is there light everywhere?” Geena said ”We are only born during this festival and everyone bursts us.”

Balu was shocked and asked ”Mommy am I also going to be burst?” Geena said ”No Balu you are so small so you are not going to be burst”.

Suddenly, Geena the cracker was taken and packed. Balu screamed ”Mommy please do not go!”. But unfortunately she was given to another.

The next day Balu saw there was smoke everywhere. Some people were injured. He thought , ”Deepavali is the festival of lights but why? People are polluting and getting injured by us”.

At the same time he saw his mother being burst. He was in pain thinking about how the environment is getting polluted.

At that time the cracker shop keeper took Balu, added some chemicals to him and made him a big cracker. Balu could not control the pain while chemicals were being added, he was crying.

One customer came and asked ”I want a big cracker!” The shopkeeper said ”Yes sir.” He gave him Balu, who was now a big cracker.

Balu was taken away by a customer to his house. He saw that everyone was lighting deepas. Suddenly, they took him. Balu got to know that it is the time to be burst. He prayed to God saying, “Oh God, I am very happy that all the children like me. But they don’t know how I am polluting the environment. So please make me a dumb cracker with no light or smoke.”

They took Balu and lit him. He was very scared but no smoke or sound came out of him. They took him and threw him out saying, “Hey! This is a dumb cracker.”

Balu thought, “Why did this happen?” He got to know that the chemical added to him was not perfect. He took a last breath and died saying, “I am very happy to die because I have not polluted the environment and saved many bird and animal lives.” Saying his last words he died.

Written by Dyuthi, STD VII. 








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The Bold Baby Bird

One day, in a forest, there was a tree house. In the tree house lived five baby birds. One day, when the babies were playing, one baby fell down from the tree house. The baby thought, “Where is my tree house?”

It moved forward to see it’s house. She moved forward and forward. She saw a lake. She went near that lake. She prayed to God. At night, she made a nest and slept in the nest. The next day, wherever she went, she kept moving on a track and in the meantime she saw her house.

In the tree house the four babies were crying. When the fifth baby came inside, the other babies hugged that baby and they played with each other.

Written by Akash, STD III. 

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A Tree House in the Forest

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Akash. It was his summer holidays. He went to a forest and there was a big tree with many fruits. He liked that tree and thought “I will build a tree house on the tree branch.” He slept for one night there.

In the morning he saw a hole in the tree and put his hand in that hole. A squirrel came out and he liked it. He asked, “What is your name?” The squirrel said, “My name is Siri.” They became good friends.

One night the squirrel and Akash slept in Akash’s tree house. In the morning, Akash was plucking some apples for Siri when she was sleeping. When Siri saw Akash plucking apples, she stopped Akash and said “Please do not pluck apples from the tree.” Akash never plucked any apple from the tree and they became the closest friends.

Written by Bhoomika, STD III. 

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My Life as a Dog

“My name is Tom and I was born on November 9th, 2005 in my village. After a few days I grew up and I went to the market. I asked the butcher man to give me some bones. But the butcher man said “Your tail is so small. I can’t give you bones. Come when your tail has grown.” I went to my house and I was sad.

Someone came, so I started barking. My mother came and said that he is my brother. I said sorry to him. I had a brother who was close to my age to play with me everyday. So I was very happy that I have a brother. We went to play.

While playing, I hurt my toe. Feeling pain and discomfort, I found tears began to flow. My brother ran and went to my house to call my mother. He came with my mother to put some water on my toe and we went to my house.

After a few days, my tail began to grow. My brother and I went to the market again and asked the butcher to give me some bones to eat. But he did not give. Suddenly a robber took a woman’s jewellery. I saw the robber, ran and bit his leg. He fell down and was caught by the police.

After this I went and asked the butcher again. He said, “You have a small tail but you are very brilliant.” He gave me some small bones to eat. The next day, he gave my brother some bones to eat on his birthday. I was so happy for my brother.

Moral – Appearance is not everything.

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Constructive Thinking

Once upon a time, there lived a mosquito named Worstmos. He was one day old. At this time, he saw that his parents were killed by human beings. A thought passed through his mind that why are human beings killing mosquitoes?

He went out and met a bee. It was working hard. Worstmos saw that bees were tamed by human beings. The mosquitoes wondered why do people tame bees and kill mosquitoes?  The mosquitoes met an ant. The mosquitoes asked why people do this. The ant replied  “Mosquitoes spread diseases to humans, but bees give human a lot of honey and help them.” The mosquito decided to help human beings.

Instead of spreading diseases to human beings, it spread diseases to dogs which were biting people and cats which scratched people’s faces, etc. This way the mosquito was known as Bestmos instead of Worstmos.

Moral – Always think constructively.

Written by Suhas, STD VII.

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The Morbid Treasure

Once there lived a king named Golu. He was very greedy. He wanted more and more money. He never contributed his money to his kingdom and he only wanted his money to be saved. He was so greedy that when people came to his court to solve their problems, he used to take money, like an entry fee. When people asked him for money, he never used to listen, he would go to his room with carelessness. The people were tired of this misery.

There was a well known intelligent person known as Molu and he always helped people.  One day the people asked him to solve this problem. He had a plan of keeping treasure made up of snakes in the forest.  He told the king that there is a treasure in the scary forest. People went to this forest but never came back.

The king decided to go to the forest bravely. He decided to take his family also. He only wanted money so he took his family and if his family died, he he would get the money he would be happy. He also took eight soldiers.

He reached there and entered the forest. Then he had to pass the maze where all roads looked exactly similar but led to different ways. There were five of them. he got scared about what to do. Then he sent four soldiers in different ways and went in the middle one with his four soldiers, his family i.e. his two sons and his wife.

Then he went to the second maze that was crossing a river full of crocodiles. Then he sent four soldiers to kill the crocodiles. They killed the crocodiles and also were killed. Then the king had to finish the last one. He had to catch the invisible fly which appeared every ten seconds. The place was filled with three traps. Then the king amd his family went to catch it. His family got stuck in the traps and died. Then he caught the fly. He had passed all the mazes but his family and soldiers had died.

Then when he opened the chest, what did he get? Only a paper and a dead snake. Then when he read the paper it said “Golu do not be greedy. Now you have lost your family and soldiers. Can you make them come alive with your money? That’s why people say that greed is bad for health.” Then Golu understood he only had money no family. He could not make them come alive with that money. He learnt a lesson not to be greedy. He started contributing most of his money to his people.

Written by Shishir, VII STD

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Hi guys, do you remember me writing about Bhootha Kola? Well, I told you that there are three cultures. Today, I will write about the second culture, ‘Yakshagana’, the pride of Tulunadu .

Yakshagana, which means – ‘Yaksha’ – demigods and ‘gana’ – songs, is one of the best folk dances of Tulunadu.

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Yakshagana [Tulu-Aata, Sanskrit-Yakshagana] is a traditional theatre form that combines dance, music, dialogues, costume, make-up and stage techniques in a unique form mainly found in Tulunadu. Yakshagana is traditionally presented from dusk to dawn.

Yakshagana was there from Madhvacharya’s period. Madhvacharya is the founder of the Astha Mathas of the temple town of Udupi. When Yakshagana is performed in an open theatre, it  is called ‘Bayalata. When Yakshagana is performed in houses with minimum participants, it is called ‘Chikka Mela’.

In earlier days, when monsoon came, there was no entertainment like mobiles, television and computer which we have now. The only entertainment was Chikka Mela Yakshagana, which was, coming to houses and performing Yakshagana.

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In Yakshagana, they perform based on mythological themes most of the time. For example, Devi Mahatme, Swarnadurge Mahatme, Kateelashwari Mahatme, Mahishasura vade, Sri Krishna Sudhanva Prasanga, Venkatesh Mahime, Shabharimale Mahatme, Sampoorna Ramayana,Dashavatara, Shani Mahatme. Etc.

There are two types of dance forms. Badaguthittu and Tenkutittu. Badaguthittu is famous in Uttara Kannada and Kundapura district. In this, the person who beats the Chende (a long drum) sits and beats it. Tenkatittu is famous in Udupi and Dakshina Kannada. In Badaguthittum, the person who beats the chende stands and beats it. Their costume and dance is also different.

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There are many melas of Yakshagana. Melas are the organizations which perform Yakshagana. Dharmasthala Mela, Sowkur Mela, Saligrama Mela, Perudooru Mela, Karnataka Mela, Siri Mela, Goola Garadi Saasthana Mela etc.

Once, I went to Devi Mahatme Yakshagana at Vishwanatha Temple, Katapady. There, the Yakshagana had not yet begun. I wanted to see the make – up, so my aunt and my mother took my brother and me to the green room . There the Chowki puja or Ganesh puja was about to begin. Chowki puja is the puja in which all the performers pray so that the program will be a great success. In this puja, they pray to Lord Ganesha before the Yakshagana. In the Yakshagana, streetsellers sell toys, ice-creams, groundnuts, churmuri etc. The Yakshagana is performed in Tulu and Kannada. After the Yakshagana, they do a puja called ‘mangalaarati’.

Some temples such as Dharmasthala, Kateel etc. are having their own melas to celebrate the fulfillment of the vow of their devotes. For example Kateel Temple has 6 teams of Yakshagana which perform Yakshagana at different places from November to May  to fulfill the vow of their devotes. Devotes have to wait 4-5 years after booking their Yakshagana for ‘Devi Mahathme’ performance by Kateel Mela.

Now Yakshagana is commercialized with Tent Melas where the entrance is restricted  with an entrance ticket and the performance will be held from dawn to dusk. Now old traditional Yakshagana form is changed with new adaptations. They have introduced social causes and themes in their Yakshagana to catch up with drama and cinemas. However as per my experience Yakshagana is one of the best folk dance cultures.

Shivram Karanth who got the Jnaanapeetha award, was a great choreographer  of Yakshagana. He has passed away but his Yakshagana teaching techniques are remembered by the people till now.

I like Yakshagana because it tells us mythological stories in an interesting way. They also make some jokes in the Yakshagana, which makes the Yakshagana funny and interesting.

I get very scared watching the  ‘Mahishasura Vade’ yakshagana because the demon ‘Mahishasura’ comes running from the other end of the road carrying one fat stick tied by cloth and burnt in each of  the hands.

The Yakshagana costume is very heavy. The special Yakshagana crown is very heavy. They wear clothes on top of each other which makes the clothes heavy. The make up of the demons look very scary.

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Altogether, I like Yakshagana very much.

Written by Milind, STD IV. 

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The Mystery Cycle

There was a girl named Avantika. She was a very beautiful and cool minded girl. When she would go to play outside, she was very disappointed because she did not have a cycle.

One day, her friend Geetha said, “Ha! Avanthika see my father bought me a new cycle and I am very happy. But what to do, you don’t have one. Very sad.”When she spoke like that Avantika was very disappointed and went crying to her house.

When she entered her house, her mother said, “Go wash your face and have your coffee.” Since she was in a bad mood and was angry, she shouted, “I don’t want anything!” Seeing this her mother was very shocked and said, “Avantika, I know you want a cycle, so I am buying you a cycle as a birthday gift.” Hearing this, Avantika was very happy and hugged her mother. She went to sleep.

It was the morning of 4th October. It was Avantika’s birthday! Her mother wished her and brought her down and said, “Avantika see there is your cycle!” She rushed towards it and went for a ride. When she went outside, the cycle started going in it’s own direction. Suddenly it got dark and Avantika was screaming! 

The cycle’s handle started moving like the hands of an old man with long nails. It came towards her face and made gestures like ‘come’. She was very scared and the wheels of the cycle started flying towards the sky! She was very excited and screamed “Ho! Hooooo!” She saw the whole world from above and saw birds saying hi to her. Her seat suddenly started growing higher and made her sit in the clouds. She was feeling very comfortable and soft. soft, soft. Suddenly the seat dropped and she was falling, falling, falling.

She screamed and opened her eyes! It was the morning of 2nd October. She said “Aiyo! It is only 2nd October” and went downstairs.

Written by Dyuthi, STD VII.

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The Magic House

Once upon a time, there was an old house. There lived a witch in that house. She made a lot of potions and one of them was a flying one!

One day she accidentally dropped that bottle and went out. The bottle spread around the house and the house started flying all around the town! Everyone was shocked! They had never seen such a spectacle.

They went to the witch’s house but the witch was not there. So they went to the place where the witch was. They asked her why the house was flying. The witch did not know about it. She went to town, brought her house down and put the potion back in its place again!

Written by Aishwarya, STD III.