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7 Ways to Protect Your Child from Air Pollution

7 Ways to Protect Your Child from Air Pollution

7 Ways to Protect Your Child from Air Pollution

Greenhouse gases cannot be controlled through individual effort. The entire society must come together and unite for this cause. Air pollution results in the emission of deleterious gases that disrupt our environment as well as the food chain.

Mother Earth cradles and nourishes us, so it stands as a moral obligation of ours to at least deliver her from the shackles of imminent annihilation. Not all the items that we regularly use succeed in passing the test of biodegradability; all these things slowly poison our existence and that of our abode as each piece of packaging, each container, each garment inevitably ends up topping our already waste-inundated landfills. The first step towards the eradication of this excruciating issue is being alive to its existence and the perils that it poses. Only then can we think of initiating a movement for its attenuation. Though air pollution is infamous for being ostensibly insurmountable, there are a few steps that we can undertake to vanquish this menace:

  • We can make an effort towards effectuating the maintenanceof our cars intermittently-Regular checkups can minimize fire efficiency and reduce the emissions of toxins into the air. At times, we can opt for public transport, ride a bicycle or simply walk.
  • Indiscriminate felling of trees and consequently, chains of forests, too results in the pollutionof air. It is the fountainhead of increasing levels of CO2 in our environment which eventually results in several natural disaster each year.
  • We can save ourselves from air pollution by using face masks whenever we step outside our houses. This will reduce the risk of lung diseases, asthma and cough.
  • Consumption of Anti-toxic food like fruits and vegetable can also shield our body from the damaging effect of free radicals created by air pollution.
  • We should also vacuum our houses quite often and wash sheets to get rid of dust. Thus, by making these extra efforts, we can breathe in cleaner air and enjoy better health. Using an air purifier for solving this purpose might also prove to be helpful.
  • Monitoring air pollution levels of the city that we reside in and keeping ourselves aware of the adverse effects of it on our children.
  • Attempting to minimise household and agriculture waste.

Recollections from school


An age-long question has always intrigued me: what moulds the sum total of an individual’s personality? In other words, the quintessential debate of nature versus nurture. Is it the former, i.e. the internal, the genes, the hereditary information that a person is born with, the natural tendencies or is it the latter, the external, being the environment, the upbringing, the social fabric that a person grows in?

On closer introspection, one also realizes that while nature embodies largely the traits one is born with, and is hence static, nurture is a more dynamic variable, continuously changing and thus impacting the overall evolution of an individual’s behaviour and outlook.

Yet asking “nature or nurture?” is falling for a self-made trap, giving the impression that it is an “either-or” situation i.e. it is automatically assumed that there must necessarily be a mutually exclusive solution. However in my experience so far, the simplest answer to the question is “both.”

Yet, how much one or the other influences the individual, paradoxically, depends a lot on the individual itself. Thus, one may attribute the genetic make up for defining what that person is or one may choose to allocate his personality traits to the environment.

School, and hence early education, is one of the most important environments one goes through. It is a complex institution that contributes in so many ways, and plays a crucial formative role,which can more often than not, be appreciatedonly retrospectively. For instance, me wearing a tie to school, and coming back home, with it still reasonably intact was something I never knew would have a bearing on me and yet I still wear a tie to office every day. Who would have known that this would be a habit which would just subconsciously bury itself then and manifest itself so routinely now?There are countless examples in each of our lives.

Looking back, SAJS has given me a plethora of experiences which I cannot possibly list out. It has helped me grow in so many aspects and cultivate so many passions in my life that an eternal gratitude remains for the Jaipuria School family. All existing vocabulary is in fact restrictive to expressing the deluge of memories which I endearingly carry. But I must try and revisit some unforgettable remembrances…

I remember vividly, getting new books just before the school opened, cutting the string which bound them in a bunch and hating that some books would be dented because of it.An excitement to see what waited in the coming year: the smell of the books, the fresh ink, the untouched pages, the registers, the notebooks and of course, my mother’s impeccable manner of putting brown coverson each book and inscribing my name, class and section with a black marker(my roll number would be scribbled later by me, in my starkly contrasting, untidy handwriting!).

And of course I remember the excitement for the summer vacation. The beautiful, long, but not never-ending, summer vacation!When the last working day couldn’t get over sooner! The pending science projects (with the maroon-brown folders and green lace), the mathematics and cursive handwriting exercises, all to be completed during the vacation and how some of it (rather, most of it!) was done in the last week, the dreaded last week!

Besides these, I miss so many things about school and only some can be mentioned here, perhaps those too, only by means of a poem:


I miss the school diary with daily noting

Of homework and tests and remarks,

Of houses and songs and hymns,

And a hand-written time-table at the last.

Waiting for Anand Samwad to come out,

And to check if my poem figured there,

Or climb aboard the book-van

Which came from St. Paul’s or somewhere.

Poetry recitations and vocal music tests,

When teachers would usually go roll-wise,

But sometimes would reverse the order,

Or call out randomly much to our surprise.

The library, where books were

Handed over to us on long tables,

And thereafter the senior classes,

When we could chooseour own titles.

Using fountain ink-pens for the first time,

And soiling fingers black or blue,

Changing into games-dress in the classroom,

And endless jokes which ensued.

The bugle and the band and the fields,

The tedious PT and march-past practices;

Music rehearsals in music rooms;

Doing assignments in carpentry classes!

The smell of ammonia (or H2S?) from Chemistry lab,

Lab-coat torn and test tubes broken;

The metallic bad geaffixed on my blazer

Which scratched my fingers ever so often!

Eagerly opening my tiffin during break-time,

Only to find it half-empty,

And the not-so-subtle hints from the culprits

Who laughed while patting their tummies!

Asking for the most extra sheets during exam time,

And getting looks from fellow classmates,

Making ComFest something to remember,

While choosing events and sponsors and dates!

As Founder’s Day practices filled the evenings,

All rooms and halls were readied for the grand exhibition:

Charts and art, clay and craft, gizmos and models,

And all possible human creations!

News of the day at morning assembly,

And echoes of the daily prayer.

But sometimes, I bunked (quiz classes, you see),

And others, I sang in the choir.

Basketball dunks or creaking swings

Or Sun, moon, stars on the stairs.

Gulmohar blooms or Jollyor Jinx,

Solemn oaths were “mother swears”!

Windows with yellow grill and frames,

Brown desks with pencil graffiti,

The canteen and the flag post were key rendezvous,

The Book Stop had favourite stationery!

School trips to new places,

And a couple of fun picnics.

Or camping in the school fields,

And Christmas carols in western music.

Some days an extra loud “Good morning sir,”

Was offered with melody and snickers.

Other days, actual chocolates were distributed

For a good old birthday cheer!

Waiting for the morning bus with mom and dad,

(laterli’l Rasika joined and waited too!)

Jumping out from the bus at noon, relieved,

Hungry, tired after a day at school!

The gong going off when school got over,

Still rings clear and brings me joy.

Such was my school, my home,

Who told the boy in me to dream, to fly!


—Raghav Gupta




I was homesick in Class I, and Aloma ma’am, the angel that she is, impersonated Michael Jackson (I was a huge fan) during the lunch break. I still remember smiling through my tears. And then suddenly, all was not so bad after all. Then I also remember, entering her classroom twelve years later, (of course, having visited her several times in between), when I was in the last year at school: grinning, grown-up,gregarious. Yet my eyes tried to find a young, lost version of me somewhere in the benches; a shy, timid boy, who has 12 beautiful years to look forward to, to nurture him, and to make him what he is today…


(The writer passed out from Seth Anandram Jaipuria School, Kanpur in 2005, completed B.Sc. from St. Stephen’s College, University of Delhi in 2009 and then did Masters in Taxation in Business Laws (MTBL) from NALSAR University, Hyderabad in 2017. He is a civil servant in the Indian Revenue Service (IRS) of 2012 Batch and is currently posted in Mumbai. He recently completed his Advanced Diploma in International Taxation (ADIT) from Chartered Institute of Taxation (CIOT), UK in 2019. His interests include astronomy, Egyptology, music, poetry, travel, wildlife photography and teaching.)

Whimsical Wanderlust


Passport? Check.

Itinerary? Check.

Ready to go on an adventure? Check. Check. Check.

“I want to travel the whole world”, cliched as it may seem, it is true for all of us. Why not go out and explore the aesthetic world we reside in? Why remain confined to one place, one city or for that matter just one country? One’s travel pillow should explore magical and enchanting places. Travelling is a quintessential escape from daily mundane chores. In augments and embellishes our personality. We learn a plethora of cultures and traditions giving a syncretic outlook towards life. The Louvre, The London Eye, The Petra, Niagara Falls are some bedazzling spectacles strewn around the world totally worth paying a visit to.

Make a bucket-list which gives you the impetus to travel.

Embark on breath-taking journeys.

Collect memories.

For in the end, we only regret the vacations we didn’t take!


Vanya Jalan X-B

Parth Bhatia X-D

All Intrepid Epicures, Lend Me Thy Ears!


Are you a food aficionado?
What if we were to ask you to catechize yourself to an array of delicacies like the venomous puff fish or the squirming octopus as your quarter meal?
196 countries, 196 flavors.

A million multifarious dishes; Fashioned with love from a million classicrecipes , handed down from generation to generation , surreptitiously by sagacious grandmas and adroit connoisseurs.

Even if you are a frenzy travel buff or a gourmet; are you daring enough to let all the sundry victuals tantalize your taste buds?
Be it the soul soothing Mediterranean cuisine or the taste buds ablazing Caribbean cuisine; be it the exotic Moroccan tagine or the piquant Wazwan, all the cuisines-from the savory Fondue to the moreish Thai salver-are sumptuous beyond reckoning

But is one short , nasty and brutish life enough, for even the most audacious of men, to marauder this diaphanous web of roller coaster dishes?

Harleen Narang & Akshita Gupta




If Air Tickets were for free

If Air Tickets were for free

If Air Tickets were for free, you would have never found me!

Golden Beaches, homeland of gargantuan elephants, lofty mountain ranger- these are the wonders that await you in Kerala. Still you want to know what would be under my travel pillow?

The exotic land of spices would take taste buds on rides through flavors you never dreamt existed. The mesmerizing beauty of tea gardens in “MUNNAR” is as if nature has trimmed them to beautify the heavenly charisma. The vacillating house boats in the “Venice of East”, Alappuzha along with lazy backwaters would set pace to your day.
Kerala is a dreamland blossomed with rich culture and heritage not only in martial arts but also performing arts like “Kathakali” and “Kalarippayattu”. Surely Kerala will give you “memories”, the kind that makes life worth living.

Adeesha Srivastava 10-D
Khili Gupta 10-B

Spurning the Conspiracies


Was partition inevitable? Could its thirst for blood be slaked by some other means?

From the time when the British sabotaged our unity by as undering Bengal to the time when Nehru and Jinnah’s thirst for the throne led to the formation of Pakistan,India has suffered a lot.

So many lives were lost,so many accommodations were ravaged and yet,all the pusillanimous leaders could think about was their omnipotence.

What if we could travel back in the pages of history? All that was needed at that point of time was the clarion call of the common people against the conspiracies of Nehru and Jinnah to attain the throne.All my endeavors would be in filling the gaps between the two religions that had been created due to the partition of Bengal.

“The cacophonies of pique Indians against these political conspiracies can be heard.”

Vanshika Agarwal-9D

Diksha Trivedi -9D

Education Today

Education Today

“We must at present do our best to form a class who may be interpreters between us and the millions whom we govern; a class of persons, Indian in blood and colour, but English in taste, in opinions, in morals, and in intellect. To that class we may leave it to refine the vernacular dialects of the country, to enrich those dialects with terms of science borrowed from the Western nomenclature, and to render them by degrees fit vehicles for conveying knowledge to the great mass of the population”
-Lord Macaulay

The British were in need of clerical jobs, so Macaulay proposed an educational system where students were trained to work like clerks in British business houses. Since the inception of the English Education Act in 1835, the system hasn’t changed much.

Students in India are trained to work under someone, for someone; well, the entire dream today gets stagnant at the point of getting a “good job at an MNC”.

Transitory, illusionary however it may be, I am flummoxed by the coaching culture that has evolved with time.

Holistic development as one may say, is like a mirage in the current socio-political disposition of India. The education system which was once ratified by the dominant Britishers has not been emended yet. It is a matter of immense irony that the brains that are claimed to be the best in the world, cannot grasp things in one go.

Undoubtedly, the children are not at fault. Time which should be utilised in other activities that develop personality is being utilised in visiting a school in the evening.

Isn’t that erratic? Something that can be done in one go, has to be done twice. The trend has become such that without going to the evening school one may not succeed.

A common misconception is that people in schools don’t teach. The fact is that you study in the evening, so teachers there aren’t interested to teach someone who has an alternative and is disinterested.

Two education systems run in parallel, where one can tuition and prepare for some exam. How much folly is there on the part of the education system, that children study on two curricula completely opposite to each other.

Universal curriculum has become another political enterprise of the parties. I don’t know when it will be possible. Is it a distant dream? This highlights the extremely lackadaisical approach of the educational policy makers.

Sports, drama, and music all of it is abhorred these days just because children are compelled to study something that they aren’t interested in. This happens just because Indian academic institutions check irrelevant academic proficiency rather than the  holistic development of the child.

The most hilarious fact that I heard some days back is – I am extremely passionate about computer science and I want to make a career in the same, but due to  pressure of testing systems, I have opted for Hindi and studying something that I am uninterested in. It has literally created a havoc.

The concept of education has been misinterpreted to a great extent. Education has become synonymous to academics. Policy makers aren’t interested to change anything even after knowing the problems that the youth at large is facing. Getting to a good college, working at an MNC, spending 12 hours in front of a computer, and then suffering from an ailment at 35 is not the aim of life.

Public speaking is the second largest fear of the world, after armed equipment. I mean people here can’t even express themselves properly. In even advanced educational institutions sports is given a back seat and text books have become the “be all and end all” of each and every side.

This simply highlights the inability of policy makers that are not able to realise the inappropriate acts that were created by Britishers to gain employment in factories. The system needs to be changed, India needs to change, so that the state and an individual can benefit the most by utilising his intellect and brains in the best way possible.

Mehul Rastogi
Class XI




Golden Bird Forever


Speaking on behalf of 1.2 billion people is beyond my capabilities but I’ll try my best.

If I could go back in time, I would do my best to unite the Hindus and the Muslims. I would educate the people that there was a need to alter economic equality, neither religious nor communal. The prime struggle for India was unity among the Indians, keeping in mind the divide and rule policy of the Britishers.

Had there been hierarchy, had there not been diplomacy but a fair democracy, had the Indians not been brain-washed by two rising leaders of India there would have been stability in the nation, partition would not have taken place and there would still have been the glorious Hindustan of our dreams.

All this would have been possible in the sane world, but we do not live in the same world.


-Sanya Bhatia and Priyansh Bhatia


The Ultimate Price Of Prejudice


“Every tiny molecule of ash is in motion with my heart, I am such a lunatic that I am free even in jail.”

These words are testament to the nerve-wrecking times when India was fettered to the manacles of slavery and when families were ripped apart by the venomous blade of prejudice.

Going back in time is a blood-curdling thought, but also an opportunity to serve my motherland. I would recognize people’s cries muffled by gunshots and bombshells.

I would show the leaders what grief shall accompany the creation of Pakistan, what injustice would escort the sorrowful segregation when uncountable households would be broken by the mass exodus across the border and that the only way to forestall the riots between Hindus and Muslims was to free them of their own binding discriminatory thoughts and inoculate them further destruction. I would assert that:

United we stand, divided we fall.’

Pranjali Tripathi   9-A

Vedika Narad   9-C

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