Game of accounts-Neethu Krishnan

"Neethu, should we debit it or credit it?"
"Sir, debit.. no credit sir I don't know!"
"Well ,it's okay molu.There is still one more week for your exam ."
Okay guys so that was just a dialogue between my accountancy sir and myself a week before the nerve-racking accountancy boards. I am afraid of ghosts ,but I feared accounts even more.Yes, the whole idea of putting numbers into different columns was not my cup of tea. I failed all throughout 12th for accounts and had zero confidence to face the boards.
I don't remember exactly when, but then my accounts teacher Mr Devidayal ,whom we all hated due to different reasons came to me and had this long talk which ended up in him offering to teach me the whole accounts portion ten days before the exam!! I didn't have much hope still I went for it because I knew very well that I was in a position to do anything to get a pass mark.
Okay so now I can proudly say that I passed my exam with a really good mark .And, yes it was all because of him. He had me over in his house for about 10 days right before the exam from morning till night. He started teaching the most basic things which made me feel like a four year old which I enjoyed a lot to be honest .I made mistakes each and every time over and over again. He did not scold me ,but he tried to make things clear in the best possible way. My confidence starting going up from zero day by day. Very soon I was able to crack even the extremely intellectual problems using the tips given my him.
And then, on the day before the exam he didn't talk much as I expected, all he said was just to believe in yourself and the game of accounts (He called it a game) is all yours.
From failing miserably in all tests to scoring reasonably good marks for boards and from hating my accounts teacher all throughout the year to being his greatest fan ,it has been great. So if I consider myself as Cinderella I can say that Mr Devidayal is my fairy god mother!

The seed she watered

             

        

                  

          Lit out by the  blowing wind of  sorrow.I came in feeling like a Bimaru.Distress  swirled me tight.Eyes fell down,hands wrapped over one another I entered.On the board was written welcome to 6th standard.

                    Not an Einstein, Not an artist I was blessed with nothing or so as I thought then.voice of my mates filled the air like squirrels queeking."Hush no one talk when  I am in the class" a voice revaberated over the room.I saw her, standing confident and in  hurry we all settled.I never knew that  was the change,the change that changed it all,yes i am not crazy when i say so.It was really a change  .

         My class teacher for the year.She was strict really strict.she insisted to write neatly,to capitalize the 1st letter and was very particular of punctuation as she was our english teacher as well.She was strict but sweet,she used to give us stars for neatness.She was an inspiration for perfection.  She used to make me write on the board,help her collect works and I loved it.

                       The 1 year changed me.I no longer said that I had no skill,I rather  said to my friends a line she one's told us in class"i am a jack of all traits but master of none" that line boosted me up like nothing.

               When our light goes up and is rekindled by a spark from another person we feel a deep gratitude,I felt it, it am feeling it and will feel the same throughout my like.She was like a small torch in a dark forest.Eventhough after so many years the light she gave me still remains in me.We were like her tributaries,and after a course of time were seperated but the essence remains.She inspired me and that will be passed on!

My Soulmate

"This is life my dear"..with a broad smile she patted  on my shoulder.....Her soft hands reached out for my dead cold hand..Her  hands gave me a little warmth. That day she disappeared leaving that warmth behind.. She got promotted and went to another school to teach,to help out thousands of other souls sharing my fatejust like  she saved me from the unfortunate trap of life .I still remember her calm face with a pair of star shine eyes.and I could never forget her spring round hair.
       One day she came to me and asked for a  favour.   She said Do help..... .Don't wait to grow up, you are big enough to extend a hand of help.I realised,it was not a favour for her,but for me. A piece of advice I still follow and remember everytime I do good for others.
All my friends had future plans. They saw themselves as doctors , pharmacists,teachers and even police.  I didn't have a single future plan to share with my friends."You should become a collector.This is my wish"My teacher reached out with a quick answer. Eventhough  I didnt know who a collector was the answer gave me a spark. From then on she started calling me collector Gopika ,which actually embarrassed me at first..
           Years have passed, my soul(I like to call her that way)is living happily with her family in Kozhikode .She still looks forward to watch me fullfillng her wish.I will fulfill her wish,and that way I could make her smile and that was ever she wanted me to do

       GOPIKA SURESH (8214)

The beautiful cuddle -jovitha james

"When  you come out I 'll cut your tongue"came a roaring sound which pierced my ear which nearly  made me deaf.... moments later I was  rounded by a soft cuddle which was like a soft sheath around my wounded heart.....looking back all these seem to be very silly but these moments still have a great place in my heart
 To be precise I was in my first grade .In every school there would be a P.E sir who is a little tough and would be a terror for most of the students. Even we had a sir like that and one day he came to our class during a free period. It felt like Godzilla entering the class . He said that we can do any work but people who do a lot of tongue work will have their tongue cut when they are out. Scared , there was  a pin drop silence. Little minds filled with fear,an eerie feeling filled the air. As usual,leaders were appointed to do their mundane work. All the chitchatters were caught and unfortunately I was one among them. Bell rang.....It hit my ear like a thunderstorm. He read out the names and warned once again that our tongue will be cut
 Being a naive little creature ,I believed it. My heart beat started to run,my whole body started to tremble. Tears began filling my eyes. It couldn't resist itself and started to flow like water flowing through spillways. The whole class was startled for a second and that was when kripa miss entered the class. She came near me held my hand and took me out. She held me closer to her and asked the reason.  Weeping and sobbing ,I managed to tell her the reason. She gave me a sweet smile ,held my chin up and said that when she is there no one would dare to touch me,then she held me closer to her heart. My body shivered from head to toe.  Her cuddle was like the first drop of rain which touched the hot sands of the dessert. All my sorrows were washed away. Immense joy filled my heart and the moment is beyond description

 The soft cuddle which I got from her was never given by any other teacher and that is what gives her a special place in my heart. There are different kinds of people in the world. Some give us lessons,some give us moments,but only best can give us memories and she is certainly the best... 

Not a Hitler

Sitting in her class was similar to travelling in a Metro. The progress was gradual, with intervals in between and in the end, you get a result which satisfies you.
Betty ma'am was one of those teachers whose classes would leave you mindblown. Yes, she was strict; students called her "Hitler", but at the end of it all, they all came back to her with respect and admiration.

Entering into 11th standard, choosing Commerce was a decision I took independently because I hated Science. Becoming a college student, choosing Economics was again, a decision I took independently but I took it for the love I had for the subject. And this love for the subject wouldn't have been formed without her presence.

She was my class teacher in 11th standard. Her tall stature and her strict manner was quite enough to scare us. No one could talk during her classes, she'd ask questions the moment you got distracted, but she was still the sweetest person ever. When she asked questions, she did not leave us lost in the dense forest that is 'Economics', rather she showed the way as we tagged along beside her. She never gave the answers, but took us through the right paths in such a way that we could find the answers ourselves. One could say that she was strict in a soothing way.

She went for a long leave in 12th standard to take care of her unwell son. That was when we fully understood her value. Two other teachers taught us. But when you've already been taught by the 'Queen of the jungle', nothing else could satisfy you. She was always there for us, a call away, a text away. She'd clear all doubts and even without her physical presence at school, she was the reason for our good results for the Board exams.

This year, she took VRS after 25 years of brilliant service and I feel like it is the biggest loss for the school and the students who were meant to be taught by her. In her farewell speech, she had said, "This retirement is filled both with happiness and sadness. The sad part of leaving the school and my students is unbearable. But the happy part is that I get to spend time with my son." The sheer number of passed out students who had come for the farewell function was enough to prove that she was indeed a person respected by all. Even the ones whom she had scolded the most loved her.

I consider myself lucky to know her and to have been taught by her. She is my inspiration and my motivation, and with an ambition to become a college professor, I consider her as my role model. I know this is a clichèd sentence, but I can't conclude without saying that she was not just a teacher but a mother who cared and loved us like her own children. She helped me take the road not taken and I don't regret it one bit. 

-Vismaya Venugopal

DISASTER MANAGEMENT___S.Sanjay.Krishna

The satirical life of mine was beautiful and exactly similar to the title, for my parents exactly.Gone crazy on automobiles my parents spend most of their time in toy shops. Getting into school was like starting a supercar in an F1 race. Each lap went awkwardly fast and I just like taking a long jump to tenth standard. It just took the same amount of time we drink a fresh lime. (Pity me if it didn't feel like a joke)


        As all boys, when a bit of hair starts to grow underneath your nose, even me was trapped in social media busy adding likes to a special one of mine. The poor CBSE guys didn't know what was the problem and took some points away from my tenth grades. My parents caught me red handed and bought the sweet transfer certificate from my school.And then bought me admission in a nearby school, St.Mary's H.S.S.

       Everything felt upside down.My mind was trapped like the frog in the well.So at the time of admissions a well dressed man who just felt like the Complete Actor and shook hands with me and introduced him as Mr.T.C Roy.I was frozen when I heard his initial letters.
       

      He just saved me from drowning in the ship filled with science and commerce by throwing me a log of humanities.Classes started and at first I again felt useless and drowning during my unit tests.So seeing me sitting like a squirrel who lost something or the other, sir came besides and asked why I am just drowning in water when you had such strong hands.He knew that I could make differences with what I had inside me.I think he understood what drowned this ship.

        He told me participate in competitions and surprisingly prizes walked back with me were ever I went.Each time of my laurels he told me that, you conquer immense happiness in life when you do things that people around you say you can't.His words felt like a godly presence near me,at times when I was shattered into pieces.He understood my soul within a span of two months, which was unknown to my father, even after a long 18 years together.
       
   
      At the end of the race the tortoise won the race with the highest marks in all the humanities classes.
He taught me political science and was damn sure to take the same.He adviced me to choose economics and told me that was my path.
     

     He wanted me to get into Sacred Heart College 

but everything will not be favourable to us all times 

But the bitter paths took me to BMC and at the end of the road lied the sweetness, which made me reach here.I'll never forget the hug he gave me while hearing this from me.The happiness that I experienced was equivalent to the joy that we get while seeing a pond in the midst of a desert. 

      

    I always thank GOD each and every moment for giving me an opportunity to study in this sacred place and giving me a teacher who challenged met to make the impossible "POSSIBLE"one day.Meeting each and every buds of this beautiful plant was very special to me there after.I knew I am stupid,but when I looked around me I felt a lot better, after coming to this class.

THOUGHTS TO REALISATION

THOUGHTS TO REALISATION                          - ANNA ELDHO

                                                                         ( Posted by Oikonomia )

A muddy hand stretched towards me..... it was like a bridge to his eyes. I stood up and my eyes reached those eyes through the hand. The two glazing stars ,but they were not suiting to that boorish figure in front of me. It seemed like two stars fixed on the skull. The body was in utter weakness but the eyes showered some kind of divinity. And the Divinity spoke to me.........in silence. Throwing the mud in my hands I ran up for the patriarch. He came to the threshold like a king, but nothing had happened beyond ignorance. I was very keen for that person as his presence reminded me my Grandfather, whom I loved the most and is no more. Even though I couldn't do anything for him....nothing had shaken his smile. He returned with empty hands. He only left a few footprints in the damp soil. After all this, my seedlings and his footprints lay like strangers in the quad.
        A curious thought disturbed me that night...."We both had mud in our hands then why did father neglect him." I didn't want to bury that query inside. Yesterday night my father was questioned for his heinous action." We were taught that All Indians are our brothers and sisters, then why didn't you help that person who begged before you?" He was shuddered on my suspicion. He finally consoled me saying “They are unreliable and we should be careful of them ". It spread uneasiness and I couldn't sleep yesterday.
            I was in a hurry to school this morning and father gave his love as 10 rupees as pocket money. On the way to school I think about the muddy hands and the money hands and I found similarities and differences in the way two people stretched their hands for two entirely different purposes. I didn't expect that I could find the right person to give that money. Yes, I found him. He was weary, even though he was taking care of his little one. She was sleeping tiredly. Then it was my turn to stretch the hands. I bought a smile worth 10 rupees. After a little walking I couldn't control my inquisitiveness..... I searched him to know how much happiness I gave him. A father's love was caressing his princess... He could not abate the hunger with that little money yet he could smile. This made me think how much food I waste everyday.......!

BOTH BEST'S BIRTHDAY

"You have four English teachers and three of them have already come. And I am here to introduce your fourth teacher. He is on the way to your class.He told me to have an introduction of him before you. Let me introduce him......."., After this long introduction he abruptly concealed his ID card..,and yes it was him Fr.SabuThomas.
 " May I commend myself ......." there he started his journey with us.
          No one could forget his self introduction...and that is the speciality of Fr.Sabu Thomas....he touches everything from a different perspective. He teaches, how to teach to the future teachers who wish to be good teachers. Each and every heads in the classroom are counted in his class....no one feels a partiality. The way he injects the classes to the students are really different from other teachers.
          The class was dividing into 5 groups on the basis of birth month. And he told "those who were born in December are very lucky...., I am also a December boy". December 14, I noted his birthday because I got a best teacher and best friend who are Birthday-mates. I was happy then that I could wish two best people on the same day.
          Here, I am wishing a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to one of the best teachers of mine and the same to my best friend even he couldn't see this wish. Wishing both of the Bests great years ahead. I know it's a little late.

( He praised me a lot and I am praising him only with the truths. 😄)
     
                                                         PREETHI(8220)

ASPIRE TO INSPIRE (Sanjay Krishna)

Teachers are showers that help awake the inborn talents in each and every student. You're one of a kind Sabu Achaa.. 
I was one of the last buds flowered in this tree. Even then a chance was waiting for me to experience what Sabu Achan was. 

Knowing to live a beautiful life is very much important than earning money in life. That's what makes life skills stand above all. Life starts from a race. And you're a winner from the beginning itself. So never back down. Cause you're not designed to loose but programmed to win. 

We're literally Gems now guys.. And you all know who is the strength and the secret behind our success. Yasss.. Powerful people come from powerful places. 

Felix Natalis to the person who taught me the real meaning of life. May the Sacred Heart of Jesus shower 100 years as blessings.  

Shepherd of Creativity

To the man who sees light in the darkness 

To the father who goes in search after his one lost sheep leaving the other ninety nine behind

To the creative soul, who sees opportunity where others see problems 

To the teacher who shows the way, though you have to walk it alone 

You have graced us with your life so far and we only expect it to get better from here on 

Happy birthday Sabu Achan

                                              

                                                                                                                           -George M Soni 

My Best Companion - Sr.Mirya (group 5)

                                          

                                   My Best Companion 

 Laps of Mom is a very safe zone and a cheer for a child.When my Mom's heart get weakened.There comes my companion, who lead me in the way towards light, with her heart.

            New school and new teachers ,before my first day , my dear and near ones had drawn a picture of my school to me."A 'GUND MARY' who is an insolent lady in the class room ..., will be your class teacher " said one.Obviously I was very uncozy  to be in school.However I was awaiting a beautiful moment ,a moment outside the teaching space considering the words "an insolent lady in the classroom and a lovely mother outside".

             Painful days of my life.I was really filled with pain and sorrow,dark face,slow steps....There comes a moment outside the classroom. My teacher called me out .As a mother who know her child , she speaks ...Why you seems too cloudy? Feeling of trust and warmth wrapped my heart  ceaselessly.An ear to hear and a heart to share.My teacher ends up with the same heart of mine in seconds."...My dear Mom is in cardiac ICU for last one week. Today also I am going not to home..."

              That day I reached my Mom with half an hour journey in accompaniment of my companion.

    

To the one who called us all born champions,
To the one who inspired the uninspired,
To the one who opened the closed hearts,
To the one who taught us all so much more than English,
Happy Birthday Sabu acha🎂

 When I read the book'ASPIRE TO INSPIRE,' by reading it's last pages I was thinking about personalities who aspired to inspire us.When I thought,a very few came to my mind...may be 3 or 4...Among them, you were one who aspired to inspire us...You are a candle who burns itself to spread glory to the world.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SABHU ACHA...May your dreams come true as they are bonded with children like us..  SUKRITHA S SHENOY.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU DEAR SABU ACHA.....💕

The best teacher

                    MY BEST TEACHER

 Of all the hard jobs around, one of the hardest is being a good teacher. Teachers are 'angels leading their flocks out of the darkness'. Some days we love, other days we hate them. We hate them when we realise that we can't spend time on Tom and Jerry by seeing that two horrible letters 'HW'. We love them when they say these happiest letters 'PT'. 
              
                           Only a few would realise the teacher's value while we are students. We only understand when the same profession done by someone makes its meaning another one. 


                 Like the Indus river flowing with minerals, she let her knowledge flow through us. And she is the Indus. From my 1st day of school to the last of day of 10th she was three with me. What I am today, what all I achieve its all because of her. But i missed her badly during my eleventh and twelth. The way she protected me was never felt later in any of the other institutions. 

DEVIKA KRISHNA

group 4 -paul thaliath -MY BEST TEACHER

Group 4-Paul Thaliath

MY BEST TEACHER

 

LOOKING THROUGH THE UNIVERSE I SEE PLANETS

LOOKING THROUGH PLANETS I SEE EARTH

LOOKING THROUGH EARTH I SEE LAND 

LOOKING THROUGH LAND I SEE COUNTRIES

LOOKING THROUGH COUNTRIES I SEE STATES 

LOOKING THROUGH STATES I SEE DISTRICTS

LOOKING THROUGH DISTRICTS I SEE A HOUSE 

LOOKING THROUGH THE HOUSE I SEE A ROOM 

LOOKING THROUGH THE ROOM I SEE A FACE

LOOKING THROUGH THE FACE I SEE THE WHOLE UNIVERSE AGAIN

IT IS THE FACE OF MY FIRST AND FAVOURITE TEACHER

MY MOOOOOOOOOTTTHHHHHHHEEEEEEERRR!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

Group 4 - Anamika 

The Best Buddy

When I think of the title best teacher the one truly mesmerizing person who comes to my mind is one of my science teachers from school , Mrs Veniza Fernandez.

She started teaching me when I was in sixth grade , At first I was terrified of her we all considered her a close version of hitler in the entire section . Later as months passed by she started recognizing my talents and started sending me for many competitions and asked me to grab every opportunity I got ,she motivated me to try out everything so that I could find out what I was best at . In a very short time she became a huge source of both motivation and inspiration in my life. She also introduced me to a new concept and  an international NGO called best buddies that dealt with specially abled students and it was a program where you become they’re close friend or buddy and help them through classes and fun activities , this changed me and my perspective about life completely, being a teacher she taught me one of her biggest values I treasure ‘empathy’ the ability to be able to think from another persons perspective. She was a great mentor , teacher , friend  and mostly a mother . 

Even today I thank god everyday for giving me her in the form of a teacher because without I would have never realized my talents or interest and I would have never learned a few of the most important values in life.

TO DELHI AND BEYOND!! –Jo

Being the daughter of a military father, life always lacked that fatherly presence and company. So each time when he was home I made sure that I got the most out of his time.I was 11 when Appa got a transfer to Delhi. It was the most farthest he had ever been before. 
It was during 2013's christmas when Appa asked me to go to Delhi with him,but with nobody else's accompany. 4 days, Delhi and Appa. It was during those days that I realised–'small things'does matter in our lives.
It was not about exploring the country capital,it was everything about pursuing Appa. Four days of infinite talks and walks.We walked like we were stepping on infinity blocks. Even time never stood as a barrier for me then. 
Today ,retrospecting those days I realise the fact that it was my 'forever'.Thanks to the only person who taught me to never stop the hustle.The security and love that I get when I'm around my father, is always something that I want to behold and cherish. 

THE MOST BLAMED - PREETHI PS (Group 1)

I was like sitting on bramble.....and was eating the pain of thousands of thorns piercing in. The school and the Crowd felt like hell and devils because every eyes rushed upon us....,that five girls sitting with same emotion and the same attire. That was a girls gang which was very well known to everyone. On that day, everyone watched the silence of the gang for the first time .We were a flower with six petals and that day marked the fall of a petal....
While sitting with a lot of thoughts passing through mind ....I thought how I started that day.......,
      "24th October 2018, a normal working day.....On that morning I was a little lazy to get up......but the "blub" sound from my phone brought a happy news that we six were going out on that evening to our favourite place,a park in the market junction. We together made a lot of sweet memories and we had never lost any chances to enjoy.       
      Our class starts on 8.50 am and I was late on that day too as usual..... But an unusual crowd was waiting infront of the school gate and a murmur rose....that one of the students committed suicide and there was no class. I was not in a mood to be invited by such a news.l really cursed that person meaninglessly as I hate suicides.
But an incredible fact was waiting there to bruise the hearts......'SHE LEFT' ".
       No one had noted someone's silence among us.She was silent for the past two days and shared nothing with us. I heard the blabbers of thousand mouth and all were shooting upon her companions. No one believed our words because we were unknown about her reasons. It was her surprise to everyone....even her mother and brother ,who looked after her like their princess.
       The silence, pain, shock and blames marked it as the worst day in my life. Her decision on a piece of rope created a big gap at her home and among us. I counted a number of staring eyes at me as we were together as shadows to each other for 5 consecutive days,the most loving tour days which was only a few days ago. But I was helpless to find the reason behind her ...... However I tolerated that day. I could not find even a single group photo in which she posed without holding my hands or shoulders. That memories hurt the most and I felt her presence everywhere....and all time she smiles like nothing had happened. I am the most blamed for being a friend of her because my friendship couldn't understand her. I blamed myself for not taking any of her sorrows seriously. I still remember our last chat and her last words " GOOD NIGHT AND SEE YOU TOMORROW"

Heartian Panda! - Anna Eldho(group 3)

                                       Will You Be My Panda? 

"Trust in the magic of new beginnings" she said by holding my hand. Go and Apply. I walked into the cafe, logged on to the site and applied. That was few days ago. The heroic day was when Sl. No 34 on waiting  list was called as a student for BA Economics at SH college Thevara. As my name was called I jumped up from the seat and rush to the queue beside the bench. I   saw many glittering eyes there holding white papers. I too like them holding my certificates and looking around that huge auditorium. Whenever I looked my father, he was counting the money(whether its inadequate or not,and yes money does matter).  The queue moved on and the last paper too got signed and yes Anna Eldho became a heartian.(It sounded too nice that time). My father suddenly called my mother and informed that I got selected. Me walking out from college was like Mark Antony's return walk after the victorious speech against Brutus. And that was June 6 2019.

                                               My routine life got changed utterly.  Me who used to wakeup at 7 before,  started arguing for CT in bus hanging like tarzan after that.  Me who was not very studious, started preparing notes each day.  Exactly changing for changing sake!It is said that somewhere someone is searching for you in everyperson they meet. At last I met my panda there.  how can I forget you June 6?  As my pooh said,  "Sometimes smallest things takes much room in your heart. "

                                                                     :Anna Eldho (8227)

His Greatness -Sr.Mirya(group-5)

                               Lives are upto 70 or 80.In between there are waves of thoughts.Some remains and construct us. Construction are not mere destination.It may the begning. Begning of brilliance and a final victory.

                             One thought struct my mind.All add to my thoughts .It grewand grew as I grew.So far even I was not noticing its growth.But one day an unexpected visitor influence me a lot.I was really convinced by him.It lead to the most unexpected day in my life.

                            It was  a day beautiful like a beautiful flower in the alter.It was on 27th October.Brides really attrats the grooms.Here the groom is the real prince .Prince of all princes and King of all kings.

It is intresting that kings of kings had choosen a petty lady.Oh!that was me.God has choosen me for Him.It was all his selection and my consent.

A Day of Two Extremities - Gopikrishnan(Group 2)

              A Day of Two Extremities

Now I could comprehend... that day was like a Mayfly. Maybe even a shorter span. But till this moment I am sure that that day is carved in my mind like an etched in stone. It can't be erased.

It was a Wednesday. A relatively frigid morning. But I was having sweats in my body. I was looking straight and standing in steady posture. What I was supposed to see was only that red thing in the palm of the person who was running towards me. He stopped before the line and released the ball. It was an inswinging delivery that pitched outside off stump. I defended. A voice said 'that's enough'. It was our school cricket team selection day. My joy knew no bounds when I saw my name in the list of selected  members to the team. Yes, I was going to play those fast swinging deliveries, of the opponents, for my school. On my way back home, I was thanking The Preserver whole heartedly. No, in a way it was not a whole hearted thanks giving. I had a bit of self efficacy in some corner of my heart. To be a part of a stupendous batting lineup was a thing of extreme pride for me.

I reached home. But I didn't feel my home to be sharing my blissfulness. Even the windows and doors of my house appeared to be countering my delight. My mother came to me and spoke some words, which I was not able to get as my ears were already experiencing the strong, disgusting whistling sound of death. I felt the wetness in my eyes. But I hid my tears as I saw her weeping .

Until this second, I could clearly recollect each of those moments. But here the word recollect might not be apt because I never fail to recall anything that happened then. So there is no meaning in saying that I recollect those moments. Anyway I could precisely proclaim that my eyes explained what happened back then. The 'fire', of overwhelming joy, in my eyes suddenly got exhausted by tears that were reverberating the death of my grandmother. Hence I realise now, my happiness of that day, was even shorter than the life of a Mayfly. If it is death that ends the life of a Mayfly, it was sadness that killed my elated mind.


                                By Gopikrishnan V Kaimal
                                     Group 2

BRISTOW PETER: THE UNTOLD STORY (GROUP 6)

It started out as a normal day, but the same day proved that anything and everything can change within a day. As usual, I took my sports gear and went for practice. When I reached the training ground, my coach insisted that I go for a selection conducted by the Kerala Blasters Club for building up their U-18 team.

  Reaching there, I was stunned to see lots and lots of players who were highly professional. I felt like a local boy and wanted to leave the place as fast as possible. But, when I reached the exit, one of my friends called and asked me to take part in the selection trials. I half-heartedly decided to give it a try. Without a proper mindset and with the meagre confidence that I could muster, I participated in the trials.

  The selection procedure had two rounds and I got selected to the second round. But, standing next to those famous national players, my confidence was still at a low ebb. At last, I was called in for a game as the last part of the selection process. I played the game with a heart beating way too fast. The referee blew the whistle and the selectors read out the names of the players who were selected to be a blaster. The first name they called was mine. I felt shocked and the shock gave way to excitement. I was on cloud nine and that is how a day that started out normally ended with it being the most unforgettable day of my life.

Stolen Chocolates - Tony P S ( Group 1)

     STOLEN CHOCOLATES

           It was like comets falling to Earth that day,for the very first time I proposed to a girl in my class on August 2,2017. The day I couldn't forget.

              I was very disappointed and gloomy when I started my higher secondary education, because the course which I had opted was not the course which I actually got.So from the very first day,I was absent-minded like a vehicle which has no driver in it. And then it happened, I met her.We soon became friends.And later my heart told me,"Man this is your girl,go propose her".

          I stole chocolates from the fridge,

when my mom was busy in the kitchen.

And proposed her with those chocolates. 

It was the most unforgettable day in my life. It was actually a turning point in my 

life,which transformed my frozen heart into a warm well flooded with love.         

                 Wait!Wait!Wait!

 The story isn't over yet. On November 9,2018 , I was as malayalees so eloquently put it,ironed.

                                    Written By Tony P S

                                        Group 1.

Group 6—planning a family tour

https://youtu.be/HoDYkP6KQl4

Group 5 —Tour planning

https://youtu.be/bkxtOdx0Hlo

GROUP 2

https://youtu.be/zezWo_RE-W4

GROUP 1:BUSINESS MEET

https://youtu.be/2EfL_nEqev0

Group 6: Planning a family tour

https://youtu.be/HoDYkP6KQl4

GROUP 3:COMPLAINT ON A THEFT

https://youtu.be/p7chLJhw-z4

THE RIDDING ROAD

                                 

         

          She smiled so wide that her cheeks started  to hurt. Raindrops rolled over her raincoat.Bike was fast , she felt cold and shivered.Her mouth started to mutter but her father put one of his finger between her teeth ,while one on the bike so that she doesnt bite her tongue.She said to him" papaa there comes over riding road..go deep and get that hole".They rode into the holes  on the road splashing the water as a wonderla ride.This was the only reason fors he would get up early in the cold rain for the school.Her father was her hero.She loved him very much.She always insisted to go with him.she loved  her riding road with holes. She used to make funny noises" peeeewwww" Others used to adore her cute little voices.
                  Sitting in the varanda and waited for her hero to come.They had decided to go on a ride.Cutting throgh the breezing wind,seeing the green fields along her way and talking endlessly about her day,she was all driven in her world.It was late ,the birds got on their nest chirping, sky was red and the sun was hiding behind the trees and  she stared at the still gate.  Suddenly a bell rings  her mother  attends it and starts to cry  loud ,people coming to their home and looking at her pathetically.She scrummbled her face in annoyment.Suddenly she saw some people carrying somthing covered in white cloth.She got all exited"carry me pls"she yelled.Her mother hold her aside and wept with sorrowful tears.When the cloth was taken she was shook.Her father was layed . His eyes were closed,face was pale.She went by and asked "papaa get up i dont like this, why didn't you came on time i wont talk to, you get up" her mom held her back and cried loud"no dear dont say that he loves you...but he left us".She was shook."your father went to the ride alone he shouldn't have...".His head had a huge stich and his bike was no where to be seen.
                  She knew now.Her hero was no more.She sat all alone in the corner of the house closed her eyes.She heard a voice"hey champ! How's my girl.My champ never cries she is strong. Remember what papa used to say life is always an irony child.You never have you want,but you should never stop searching for it.I am always in you, so dont worry about that.You are my princes.You will always find your way .I am in you!"
                                              ◆Meenakshi Manoj

അതിജീവനം -പ്രളയം 2018

99ലെ  വെള്ളപൊക്കം എന്ന്  കേട്ടിട്ടുണ്ടോ? നദിയിലൂടെ  ആനയുടെ  ജഡം  ഒഴുകിവന്നതും  നാട്  കൊടുംദുരിതത്തിലും പട്ടിണിയിലായതും അമ്മാമ പറഞ്ഞുകേട്ടിട്ടുണ്ട്. അത്  ഏതോ  കാലത്തെ  കഥാമാത്രമെന്നെ കരുതിയിരുന്നൊള്ളു. 2018ലെ  മഴക്കാലം വെള്ളപൊക്കം മഹാപ്രളയമാക്കുന്നതെന്നു  കാണിച്ചുതന്നു. 
                           ഈ മഴക്കാലത്തു കേരളം മുഴുവൻ  പ്രളയം അനുഭവിച്ചു. ഒരു പക്ഷെ കാസര്ഗോഡൊഴിച്ചു എല്ലാ ജില്ലകളിലും നദികൾ കരകവിഞ്ഞ്  ഒഴുകി. തലയ്ക്ക്  മീതെ, വീടിനു  മേലെ, നാടാകെ മുക്കിക്കൊണ്ട് വൻ മഴവെളള 
പാച്ചിലിനാണ് സമതലങ്ങൾ സാക്ഷ്യം വഹിച്ചത്. 
ബാക്കിയാകുന്നത്  ജീവൻ നഷ്ടപ്പെട്ടവരുടെ കണ്ണീരോർമ്മകൾ,ദുരന്തംത്തിന്  മുന്നിൽ പകച്ചു 
നിൽക്കുന്നവരുടെ നിസഹായത, തകർന്നടിഞ്ഞ 
നാടിന്റെ ദൈന്യo. 
                  വെള്ളം പൊങ്ങുകയും അതിവേഗത്തിൽ ഇറങ്ങുകയും ചെയ്യുന്നതാണ് പതിവ് രീതി. കൂടി പ്പോയാൽ ഒരുദിവസം വെള്ളമിറങ്ങാതെ നിൽക്കും. ഇതാണ്  കേരളം പരിചയിച്ച വെള്ളപൊക്കം. ഇത്തവണ്ണ ഇതെല്ലാം തെറ്റി ചാണ്
മഴയും പുഴയും ഒത്തുകളിച്ചത്. ഓഗസ്റ്റ്‌ മാസത്തിൽ  ആദ്യ 18 ദിവസം ഏതോ വാശി യോടെ എന്നപോലെ മഴ പെയ്തുകൊണ്ടേയിരുന്നു. ഇടമുറിയാതെ ഇടവപാതി എന്തെന്നു പുതിയ തലമുറ കാണുകയായിരുന്നു. 
                         മഴ അതിശക്തമാവുകയും, വെള്ളം കരകവിഞ്ഞൊഴുകുകയും അതു ഒഴുകി പോകുന്ന വഴിയെല്ലാം തടസങ്ങൾ ഉയരുകയും ചെയ്തപ്പോൾ പുഴകൾ വഴിമാറി ഒഴുകാൻ തീരുമാനിച്ചു. പെരുമഴയും പ്രകൃതിയെ മറന്നുള്ള വികസനവും കൈകോർത്തു. കേരളം പ്രളയജലത്തിൽ മുങ്ങി. 
                ഇത്തരം അനുഭവങ്ങൾ, കാഴ്ചകൾ, എന്തിനു പേടികൾ പോലും മലയാളിയുടെ മനസ്സിലുണ്ടായിരുന്നില്ല എന്നതാണ് സത്യം. കാലാവസ്ഥയിലെ മാറ്റം തീവ്ര കാലാവസ്ഥ അനുഭവങ്ങൾ തുടർക്കഥയാവുകയാണ്. വരൾച്ച 
ജലക്ഷാമം, കടലാക്രമണം. ഓഖി, പിന്നീടിതാ പ്രളയവും. പ്രകൃതി മാറുകയാണ് കാലാവസ്ഥയും. ഇതു തിരിച്ചറിയാൻ എങ്കിലും തയാറായാലേ കേരത്തിനു ഇനി ഇത്തരം പ്രളയങ്ങളെ അതിജീവിക്കാനാകൂ. 

                      മനസിലും പ്രവർത്തിയിലും കൂടി ഓരോരുത്തരും അതിജീവനത്തിന്റെ പെട്ടകം സൃഷ്ടിക്കണമെന്നാണ് ഓരോ പ്രളയകാലവും നമ്മെ പഠിപ്പിക്കുന്നത്. മനുഷ്യനൊപ്പം പക്ഷിയെയും മീനിനെയും പാമ്പിനെയും നാല്കാലികളെയും കരുതലിന്റെ പെട്ടകത്തിൽ ഒപ്പം കൂട്ടണം. മണ്ണും വിണ്ണും വാസയോഗ്യമാണെകിൽ, സുരക്ഷിതവും സുഖകരവുമാണെകിൽ ജീവനുള്ളവയെല്ലാം തമ്മിലുള്ള പരസ്പര്യത്തിന്റെയും, സഹജീവനത്തിന്റെയും അക്ഷരമാല പഠിച്ചേ മതിയാകു. സാക്ഷരരായ  നമുക്കതിനു കഴിയുമോ എന്നാണ് ഓരോ പ്രളയകാലവും ചോദിക്കുന്നത്.  


                              - നമിത പ്രസാദ് 

FIRST ONE TO BE!

                   - Kezia Rachel Soj

The Malayalam letter 'അ'
My first written letter
The hands that strongly and enthusiastically hold
In the laps of an unconditional love.
Oh! She looks like her Grandma!
The phrase that creates an exchange of smile.
Bye Njonje! A sentence that I was not suppose to forget
Every morning when I set off from home.
If forgotten, her pale little skinny face
Becomes pure red.
The glittering excited lilliputian eyes
That peep through the cornered window
Each day when I get back from school.
My antique little angel, My superwoman
My bag of secrets, My storyteller
My money bank, My music composer
The master chef ,The synonym of care
And the First one to share my day
All these make me thirst for a time machine
So that I can go back to all those bliss moments.
'Amma knows a lot But Njonje knows everything'
           

The Great Fight between the Soul and Body

All should may be think that why should he choose this heading to emphasise 7 days of holy day. As you all know that the body have the tentency to sleep and seek pleasure. It's man's drowback. But soul seek only good things.

              Here I want to ask my self  am l utilize my holiday in a fruitfull manner? I would say that I am fighting each day but 4 days I didn't win. Basically I am font of watching moves with out control. In the four days I simply wast my time to watch moves. It made me sad. 

       On the fifth dayI changed my program. Firstly l taken notes for the seminar presentation. It made some happiness in me. Next day I gone through the topics of French revolution and revolution. Next day I started my history assignment and seminar report. After all I can say I did upsomething in my holidays.

                                   Austin babu

Unexpected holidays- for what?

                   ●Meenakshi Manoj

                 Take a cup of coffee and a favorite book for the readers,gather all the buddy's and go for a game for the chillers and sleep till the head goes heavy for the lazy ones.Holidays are somewhat the same for us.In a rainy day when I have to get out of the bed early for college  I always feel sick but ,that day was a holiday.I am usually a pluviophile.Friday morning as I woke up the rhythm of the rain struck me.Rain is a beautiful feeling.But,this one was a remainder of something worse and everyone knew that.I was worried than happy.It was a relief that I had time to do my works now but it was even worse when i thought about my brothers and sisters who suffer pain in this thunderous season.I had my licence test in the 1st day of holiday.The other days continued by other tasks like spending time with my family helping my mother and cleaning that room of mine which sees broom once in 5 months.we have a balcony in my house where we watch the rain and have coffee but we didnt do that all these 7 days because when it rained we knew that some part of our land was being washed out by the flood.These holidays were not the ones to be enjoyed,but was  to work.After the rain comes the sun,after the flood we became more united.As said by John Ruskin "no individual rain drop ever considered itself responsible for the flood" we all are responsible for overcoming it.These holidays were ones that made me think more about how small our world is and in this small world we all are one family!

              

My Unexpected Holidays (by Ann Lopez)

    The word 'holiday' is something which brings a smile to one's face and an unknown wave of relief irrespective of one's age. The happiness which it gives is almost the same be it a student or a working person.

Last week I got some unexpected holidays due to the Kerala floods, so on Thursday I came to my hostel and there already was a rumor that Friday might be a holiday so I decided if it so happens, I will go home since the holiday was yet to be declared I decided get started on the assignment which was to be submitted the next day and as expected Friday was declared as a holiday by around 6 p.m., so then me and my friends decided that since we have three whole days to get all our work done, we will sit and talk so we talked for some time, and then we got to know that due to the floods there was some issues in the train route towards Kozhikode. Then there were a few tense moments after that since one of our friends Anaina, was on her way to her home in Kozhikode. But she reached safe and sound and we were relieved.

The next day as decided, I went home and unexpectedly one of my friends, Shanthini was there in the bus which I boarded so we talked about different things throughout the journey. This was different from my usual routine, which will be just me and my playlist. I reached home and after having a tasty breakfast cooked by my mom, we sat together and talked about events from our day-to-day lives which practically lasted pretty much the entire day. The next day which was Saturday, I had some errands to run and sadly that gobbled up almost my entire day.

On Sunday, I watched the movie 'Kung fu killer' and then me and my mom sat and talked for a while after that she expressed her wish to see a movie so then we watched the movie 'Athiran'.

The next day, by noon, I reached my hostel and no sooner had I plopped my bag on the bed than my phone pinged with a message saying that Tuesday has been declared as a holiday. By then I was too lazy to travel back home so I decided that I will stay back and get all my work done. But then the procrastinator in me woke up and said. "you have an entire day to get all your work done, so for now let's just have some fun" so then sadly I obliged and finished a book 'Charmed' by Nora Roberts which I took from the library. The next day the procrastinator in me was still working and I kept on pushing my work aside hour-by-hour. Again by evening, Wednesday was declared as a holiday. So that day me and my friend who was back from home and could not go back even though it was a holiday, since the roads were blocked. We sat and watched a movie and talked a lot. On the next day I realized that if I keep procrastinating like this, I will have to pay a heavy price for it. So I got on my assignments done on Thursday. And that's pretty much what happened during the unexpected holidays which I got.

UNEXPECTED HOLIDAYS_GOPIKA SURESH (8214)

In this fast moving and tedious life, holidays come as a helping hand to us . It is a day to relax and refresh. People long for a holiday as it is the most beautiful day of one's life. Holidays makes us happy. But what about the unexpected ones? Well, we would feel more enthusiastic and excited..

It would bejust like a kid's enthusiasm and excitement when he gets his favourite toy. I like holidays and make full use of it.

      The unexpected which we got due to heavy rain was obviously relaxing one, but on the other hand was a heartbreaking one too. When the district collector declared holiday for us on Friday I felt greatful to him and planned for a very long sleep under the cozy red blanket of mine. But mother nature didn't want me to sit idel. The heavy rain led to flood and a relief camp was opened here. Thinking about the troubles faced by people outside  I couldn't sleep well. I decided to do service in the relief camp and surprisingly I volunteered at the relief camp for seven days. I learnt so much of lessons and experienced emotional trauma watching the people out there in the camp. I came to know about the value of food, about the value of love  sacrifice and unity. I became more social. I got more friends and mothers and fathers too.. These seven long holidays made me realize that humans are the actual Gods.

These unexpected holidays  gave me good values and great realisations.

 Holidays have always charmed and fascinated people and these holidays made the youth much stronger and united . These holidays were not for rest but for doing work, for reconstructing our society. This was obviously the  busiest holiday for me. Busiest one that I did all my Assingments and work only at the end of the day. 

You're the password to my life by Sudeep nagarkar (rose Thomas)

You're the password to my life
          It is a beautiful novel which is written by sudeep nagarkar. It is a novel about true friendship,trust and affection. It is the tale of two friends and how their friendship stands the test of time. You're the password to my life is the hearttouching story of Virat and Kavya.
          'We all have that one person in our lives in whose absence our existence seems utterly meaningless',the first line of prologue of this book is not just a beautiful written sentence,but a quite that comprises the essence of the entire book. This book tells a story of incredible friendship between two individuals. Life is simply unpredictable and you should live it for your loved ones and care for them as much as you can.
          The story is set in Pune where two friends meet in their college days and become best friends. They stand behind each other like a support. Kavya puts a smile on Virat's face and Virat protects Kavya without any fail. It is a story which tells that a boy and girl can stay as best friends. They enjoy together those small little things in life which later please them with beautiful package of memories. They are like family members. Virat has a love life with Mahek.Kavya handles that. When these 3 are taking every adventure of life ,another love story flourishes between Rohan who is Mahek's cousin with Raddhina who is Mahek's French tutor . When life is all set for  happiness,destiny brings the unexpected challenges. How they overcome ,how they connect ,how new relationships develop in the sequence of events
          T

Clark and the Dark Room

Clark was moving through a dark room with little or no eyesight of where he was going. But no obstacles stood in the path. He was not even walking but floating forward, through that dark expanse. 

Pained ecstasy seemed to flow out of his mind paving the way. Bouncing on dark clouds floating below, his feet cushioned by it's feathery touch but held down, like stuck feet in a cemented floor. He couldn't move but he was not desperate to move, because it didn't hurt him to be there, at least not yet.

He remembered a story he heard about how they train elephants, of how young elephants are tied to big chunky chains as they try wholeheartedly to break free, but in vain. After many a futile attempt , the elephant's heart breaks and the chains are replaced by lighter ones, which mostly never do. 

Clark was in complete darkness now, where there was no time and no space. He doesn't possess a reference point to the past or any object to hold. No future to tie him to and nowhere to reach. In the dark room, he is floating away, till that sudden final thud, wakes him from a dream or makes him fall into the next one.

It was in this dark room, he first asked the question "Who am I?" , which soon followed with  "where am I?" And "why am I here?". 

To understand the complexities of existence is no simple undertaking. Most of the time , it is beyond one's grasp. Some choose to shoulder this weight on God, some on science and yet others on a combination of the two or a mix of others. But someday, the man who is alive now has to come to terms with the notion that he doesn't know, a big gap exists in his current state of knowledge. That his perception is but emanating from himself , like a beam of sunlight, but not illuminating what is, but a mix of what is and what he perceives it to be. 

In the dark room, Clark is alone. All by himself, he touches himself to know he exists, to know the borders of where he exists. He is here not to think about all the information he is bombarded with every second, from all around him. He is here to be alone from the entire universe. But this mediation has gone out of his control, as any good mediation should. He is now floating in limbo, unable to grab onto anything. Moving faster and then slower through nothing.

Sometimes it converges on him, chokes him of his breath.

But sometimes there are vast spaces in that dark, deep breaths and spare time.

"Clark, wake up" , he slaps himself 

"Wake up before it is too late" 

By now he has half-eaten the questions he asked. Chewed on them and enjoyed their flavours. 

"Careful not to swallow those" 

Whispers the darkness as he moves out slowly. The clouds slowly loosen their grip and a dark fog releases him to now. 

"To know is to know, you may not know" 

He said as he chewed on,eating some but swallowing none.

--

George M Soni - 8269

Can Love Happen Twice-Ravinder Singh By Jovitha James

             Ravinder Singh is famous for his love stories. Love is a beautiful feeling and he tries his best to bring this magical feeling in his novel.

           Can love happen twice is the second part of the bestselling novel' I Too Had A Love Story'.The first book narrates the heart touching love story of Ravin and  Kushi.

            The story begins where we see that Ravin and friend are invited to a radio station in Chandigarh to talk in a radio show about the best selling novel' I Too Had A Love Story'.But interestingly Ravin who is the author of the book doesn't turn up for the show. People gets curious to know about Ravin's life after Kushi's death. So the three friends began to read an unpublished book of Ravin. It tells about how Ravin shifted to Belgium and how he meets Simar who is an MBA student in Belgium university. They  got aquainted  in a burger shop and finally falls in love with each other.

           At the pinnacle of their relationship, he proposes for marriage but Simar says that she wants to study more and explore more. She also wanted to marry him and settle in Belgium to which he disagreed. Their try for reconciliations failed and finally breaks up due to the 'rushing of things'.He goes into depression after their break up and gets admitted in the rehab and couldn't finish his book.

         In the end, simar who hears Ravin's story from his shoes understands his feelings and realises her mistakes and she goes back to Ravin to win her love back. The story deals with love breakup, depression and I'm sure some of the readers can relate themselves to this story.

         The story has a cliche storyline that deals with love, breakups, depression. There is not much twist and turns in this book..It is a simple love story written in a simple lanuage.This book is a disappointment after the best seller'I Too Had A Love Story'.The fails to create a curiosity in the readers mindd and doesnt keep one hooked to keep turning the pages further.

            

THE GIRL IN ROOM 105-CHETAN BAGATH(ROSE THOMAS)

The  girl in the room 105 is a novel written by chetan bagath.He was the author  of light best selling novels .In this novel their are many character in which the important charactor is zarah who doing research  in IIT .Zarah is a young vibrant lady and very beauitiful .She is from kashmir and a muslim .Its an investigation thrilling novel with lots of twists. Zara had a big relationship with Keshav. But their family didn't agree to continue their relation. Zara and Keshav god breakup after this incident. He called,messaged,and stalked her on social media. But she just ignored him. At a night,on the eve of her birthday,Zara messaged Keshav.She called him,like old times,to her hostel room 105. And he shouldn't have gone,but he did go to the room and had seen the body of Zara . He was utter shocked to see her dead. He was not stable enough to take a decision. But atlast he decided to inform her parents and police. They came to the hostel. As all the evidences were all against the watchman,they arrested him. Here starts the investigation.Somehow Keshav find out that watchman was innocent and he handover his findings to the investigation officer Rana. But he was not that truthful to acquit the watchman and restart the investigation which will inturn be a badmark the entire police department. But Rana compatianate enough to give them a chance to find the killer of Zara. He agreed them to release the watchman if they can come up with the strong evidence. They started investigation. They first went near to the Zara's father . Then to the professor Saxwena and to the step brother Sikender. Then to the captain Faiz. At last they found out the culprit . It was Reghu,her fiancee.
           Finally Keshav realised they there is no point in living in Zara's memory .and unlove forever.

KHASAKKINTE ITIHAS AM BY O .V . Vijayan by Akshitha Madhu

Ottupulackal velukuty Vijayan (2 June 1930 to 30 March 2005) commonly known as o V Vijayan  was an Indian author and cartoonist, who was in important figure in modern Malayalam language literature . Best known for his first novel KHASAKKINTE ITIHASAM (1969) , Vijayan was the author of  six novels, nine short story collection and nine collection of essays memoirs and reflections . He is born in Palakkad in1930, Vijayan graduated from Victoria college in Palakkad and obtained a master's degree in engineering english literature from residentcy college , Madras
                                             The English language as a word that can aptly summeris the book :magic.amidst there pages is sketched portrait of a place named khask . A sleepy hamplet isolated from the relatively . Bustling town of Palakkad in northern Kerala is enigmatic bpalms the little village is inhabited by men & women who stand apart from most of the cliches
                 To say that I loved  the landscape of this tale would be an understatement.I can think and listen to the  wind moaning howling or raging among the palm fronds its is proudly visual and marks it left on my mind will not be erased for years to come.
                                    It is the tale of journey both in the physical and spiritual self of a man Ravi  little  wonder though  for very few people I know have been left unmoved by the landscape of khasak. 

      OTHELLO   -  WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
                                                 -by sreeraj t.k 
 Othello is one of the greatest and one of the best  play that William Shakespeare has written. It is undoubtedly one of the tragedies ever written.  Although it is an original short story , it was made to the versions of his own. The genre of the play is drama and this play portrays a lot of human emotions like jealousy, love , betrayal, racism, revenge and repentance as the theme. It is based on the story Un Capitano Moro ("A Moorish Captain") by Cinthio, a disciple of Boccaccio, first published in 1565. The story revolves around its two central characters: Othello, a Moorish general in the Venetian army and his treacherous ensign, Lago.

Othello is general in the service of Venice. Lago is Othello's closest friend but promotes Michael Cassio to the position of personal lieutenant and Lago was incredibly jealous. So, he starts an evil and malicious campaign against the hero, Othello. Meanwhile Othello elopes with Desdemona but Lago starts to plot against them. This eventually led to made Othello very suspicious  about Desdemona. He confides in Lago and decides to poison his wife. Plots and murders ensue and Othello returns to the palace to kill his innocent wife, eventually smothering her to death. Latter, Emilia informs Othello about the scheming of Lago. Othello injures Lago, then kill himself. Lago killed Emilia.

I like that Othello is brave and quite competent, even if towards the end his decisions aren't quite so rational and he acts on impulse. It is a great example of a text that was written hundreds of years ago, but with themes that can be applied to modern day situations.

It is a difficult read and take a lot of time of time to get through. So, I would recommend it to the people who love classics and have a lot of patience. I really love classics so I thoroughly enjoyed it.