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