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Editorial 4 Articles
♦ President Obama Neglecting India? - Chuck Leddy 5
♦ Back to the Cradle - Hari Nair 7
♦ Metamorphoses - Anu Warrier 18
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♦ Dr. Thomas Kodenkandath 5
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♦ The Dirty Dozen of Tax Scams – Shaju Jacob 23
Youth Corner
♦ Chocolate Fever -Cecil Chacko 28
♦ Pink rose, red rose – Nisha Pillai 30
♦ Limerick – Nisha Pillai 30
♦ What Freedom Means to Me – Bridgit Kodenkandath 31
♦ Life – Ashvin Antony 31
♦ The Color of Self– Pooja S. Kalapurakkel 32
♦ Extraordinary Talent – Sreeja S. Kalapurakkel 33
♦ Snake Pond – Yamini Nambiar 34
♦ Mahatma Gandhi: A biography -Basil Philip 36
Community news 26
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Cartoons by Dr. Thomas Kodenkandath
Commentary
President Obama Neglecting India? - Chuck Leddy
In the first year or so of his new
administration, President Barack Obama
has focused his foreign policy on
Afghanistan and Pakistan. He has
escalated US military presence in
Afghanistan in an attempt to root out the
Taliban in that fractured nation. He has
also worked hard to persuade the
government and military of Pakistan to
pursue the Taliban in its strongholds in
the mountainous region of that nation
that borders Afghanistan. President
Obama has also authorized the use of
drone missiles to destroy important
Taliban and Al Qaeda leaders in that
same ‘AfPak’ region.
What President Obama’s AfPak policy
has not done is bringing India into the
equation. Indeed, India justifiably feels
that it has been neglected by the Obama
administration. A recent article in
Newsweek magazine (dated April 2,
2010), under the subheading ‘India is
annoyed by Obama’, makes its case right
at the beginning: “Barack Obama is in
danger of reversing all the progress of
his predecessors… made in forging
closer ties with India. Preoccupied with
China and the Middle East, the Obama
administration has allotted little room on
its schedule for India.” The article’s
author, Professor Sumit Ganguly of
Indiana University, argues that Obama’s
AfPak focus has largely ignored India as
a major regional player and an important
US ally.
Ganguly, for example, mentions that the
US has been calling for defusing of the
tensions between India and Pakistan
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over the disputed Kashmir region. India
actually acted on that US suggestion by
pulling its troops away from the area.
Pakistan failed to reciprocate India’s
gesture, and did nothing. The US said
absolutely nothing about Pakistan’s
inaction, and its silence sent a loud
message to New Delhi: there’s a double
standard operating. Professor Ganguly
calls this episode just one example of “a
larger pattern of Obama administration’s
insensitivity towards India.”
India is rightfully skeptical of Pakistan’s
motives in fighting terrorists. Many in
New Delhi suspect Pakistan’s
government and military for having
close ties to terrorists. The suspicion
surrounding the horrific Mumbai
terrorist attacks of November, 2008
remains. The men who attacked Mumbai
were all from Pakistan or were trained
there, and the Indian government still
has questions about the possible
participation of Pakistan. Moreover, the
Pakistani military has long had ties to
the Taliban, the group they are now
fighting on behalf of the United States.
In the face of US neglect, Russia has
begun making friendly overtures to
India. Prime Minister Vladimir Putin
recently visited and the two nations
signed a number of agreements to
cooperate. Obama needs to do more to
improve relations with India, even if that
means creating displeasure in Pakistan
and China. As Professor Ganguly rightly
concludes in his Newsweek article: “It’s
hard to understand why Washington
would continue to neglect such a
valuable ally.” India is democratic,
stable, and growing economically.
What’s not to like? As for Afghanistan
and Pakistan, they are both unstable,
notably undemocratic, and have a
leadership tinged by corruption. Skeptics
might say, with friends like these two,
who needs enemies? India deserves
better from the Obama administration,
and let’s hope he realizes that sooner
rather than later.
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Guest Column
Back to the Cradle - Hari Nair
In the past, whenever I had seen pictures
of the Grand Canyon with descriptions
of its grandeur clogged in superlatives, I
have discounted it as a large overrated
pit. I had learnt, with amusement
reserved only for fiction that the Native
Americans believed that the spirits of
their ancestors came to their final rest in
the ravines of the canyon. One day a few
fellow grad students decided to rent a car
and drive up to the rim of the pit and I
joined in. We drove up north to
Flagstaff, AZ a town with a constant
cool alpine breeze owing to its altitude,
and from there further north up to the
south rim of the canyon. We planned to
camp in the woods around the rim and
hike a modest distance inside the rim the
next day. Those days, being a sucker for
hiking I was quite happy with the plan.
As we neared the rim, the ambiance
began to change. The shapes of the trees
were now more twisted and the branches
more spiraled. The smell and the sound
of the breeze indicated a definite change
in the geography. The car was still going
up the hill when we began to notice the
parked tour buses and people gazing
around with cameras. We parked our car
and I began walking toward the rim. The
edge of the rim was marked by a two
feet stone wall over which some children
were playing with the rather giant
squirrels. People pointed their cameras
to various points on the horizon before
them. The sign near the bushes read do
not feed the squirrels but that didn’t
seem to deter some kids who were
chasing the squirrels with huge bags of
potato chips trying to feed them. I
walked up to the wall and took my first
look at the “pit”. The moment jolted me
in surprise for clearly I did not expect to
see what lay before me. Looking up at
the skyscrapers in Manhattan or Chicago
I had always felt an awe that triggered a
minor rush of adrenaline as I would
begin to imagine being up on the top and
looking down from the roof. Here I was
physically on top of a height way
beyond what I could have imagined
looking down from any skyscrapers.
Beneath my foot lay the depths of many
skyscrapers, the combined height of the
Empire State building and the Seers
towers and many more - and I was
standing on the roof of that height. The
grand depth pointed downwards to a
slither of windy twine of the blue almost
green Colorado River. Along the walls I
could see the hikers moving down or up
like ants - disappearing into or emerging
from the deep brown dust that glowed in
the evening sun.
My preconception of the canyon had
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now been completely erased.
I looked down at the enormous grandeur
that was spread under my feet and my
mind left me fixated on to the rim to
wander. The draw of the site let my
mind go beyond its routine of placing
me on the roof of the heights for a
simulated excitement. With my eyes lost
on the unending layers of the ravine,
each depicting a time, my mind began
flashing before me with instincts I had
not known since my childhood and as if
they had been waiting all these years
beneath my own layers to spring. This
experience had nothing to do with my
stated purpose of the trip. The vastness
of the canyon space and walls seemed to
re-define the fading profile of my late
father’s life through war and peace well
before I knew to perceive. Like a breeze
the feel of him standing by my side
brushed over me. I watched the
darkening red walls of the ravine silently
encapsulating the vast depths of the
canyon. In its gravity, I could touch the
senses that never before landed itself to
me. The depth below felt as if it is
related to the unfed depths of my own. It
cradled me as if I had no mass. I felt
secure as a child as if my father’s arm
was around my shoulders.
I was being handed back my childhood.
The grains of passage of time are carved
out on the walls of the canyon with
unrelenting clarity. Perhaps all that I
have known and felt in my time will too
be preserved on the canyon wall as a
speck some day. The sun was just setting
on the west rim and the edges of the east
rim glowed as if it were conversing with
the sun. My eyes glazed in the spectacle
of its final glow and even after the sun
was gone I was left with the remnant of
that glow in my pupils for many
minutes. A cool breeze hissed in from
the alpine woods, touched my shoulders
and disappeared somewhere into the
darkening ravine beneath my feet –
perhaps to trigger waves in the deepest
rivulets of the ravine.
I had never felt as fabulously
insignificant as I did when walking back
to the car.
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I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land's sharp features seemed to be The Century's corpse outleant, His crypt the cloudy canopy, The wind his death-lament. The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry, And every spirit upon earth Seemed fervourless as I. At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware.
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METAMORPHOSES -Anuradha Warrier
I was the wind. A playful breeze, skittering over still waters, delighting in the dancing waves
that lifted themselves to caress my ankles. Fleeing on wings of laughter, shooing away clouds of
despondency.
I was the wind, untamed, unbound, my gasps of laughter keeping the kites aloft as the children
flung them to my mercy, my shortened breath sailing paper boats in overflowing gutters.
I was the wind, my soft touches lifting tendrils of hair to caress a maiden's face, wafting the
fragrance of jasmine into the heat of the night, stirring vague, hitherto unknown longings in her
breast.
I was the wind, bringing the music that played to the beat of her heart, and taking back with me
her half-sighs of yearning.
I was the wind, whispering secrets to lovers, mischievously keeping half to myself.
I was the good wind that brought the tides in, bringing the sailor home from the sea, back to his
beloved. I heard secrets and confessions. Shared tears and laughter.
And when I was angry, I stamped my feet and whipped the seas themselves into frenzy.
Once, I was the wind. There was no place I might not go. I travelled unchallenged, mistress of
my own self, I was the wind.
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Life went on, and I became water.
Not for me the surging sea, welcoming all into its loving fold. Nor yet the rushing river, tripping
over cliffs in a waterfall, spray marrying sunbeams to form sparkling rainbows that hung arched
in the stillness of the air.
No, not a gentle stream either, rippling delightedly over rocks and winding its ways through cool
green forests on its way to give up its life in the ocean.
I became water, becalmed, constrained by boundaries - a cool, dark pool, still and deep. Not a
ripple disturbed my surface. I was content to be so. I thought I was content to be so.
And yet sometimes, the yearnings of my heart would rise, disobedient waves, and when the
breezes, my erstwhile companions, played tag, they would cling to their ankles, as if by so doing,
they could fly free over the bounds that constrained them.
Water can only rise so far.
And then one day, a storm broke over the pool and the winds that came in its wake whipped my
depths cleaving me in two, and the waves broke clear of boundaries, flowing unbridled - nothing
can withstand the fury of a storm.
Dear heart, lie still.
Now, I am stone. Polished and smoothened by years of being buffeted by the winds and water.
Round, smooth pebble stone. With a flash of red and blue and green hinting at the fire inside.
Cold white stone with embers trapped inside. It is the ultimate prison, and the ultimate freedom.
I am stone. Safe from hurt. "..and a rock feels no pain..."
Stone...
And if one day those trapped embers break free of their cold prison, the blaze will consume me,
and all that stand in my path. Life, as I know it, will end.
And it will be...
The end. A beginning.
And I will be free.
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Finance Corner
The Dirty Dozen of Tax Scams
-Shaju Jacob
axpayers should be wary of anyone
peddling scams that seem too good to be true.
IRS Commissioner Doug Shulman said, “The
IRS fights fraud by pursuing taxpayers who
hide income abroad and by ensuring
taxpayers get competent, ethical service from
qualified professionals at home in the U.S.”
Tax schemes are illegal and can lead to
imprisonment and fines for both scam artists
and taxpayers. The IRS urges taxpayers to
avoid these common schemes:
1. Return Preparer Fraud. Dishonest return
preparers can cause trouble for taxpayers who
fall victim to their ploys. Such preparers
derive financial gain by skimming a portion
of their clients’ refunds, charging inflated fees
for return preparation services and attracting
new clients by promising refunds that are too
good to be true. Taxpayers should choose
carefully when hiring a tax preparer.
2. Hiding Income Offshore. The IRS
aggressively pursues taxpayers involved in
abusive offshore transactions as well as the
promoters, professionals and others who
facilitate or enable these schemes. Taxpayers
have tried to avoid or evade U.S. income tax
by hiding income in offshore banks,
brokerage accounts or through the use of
nominee entities. Taxpayers also evade taxes
by using offshore debit cards, credit cards,
wire transfers, foreign trusts, employee-
leasing schemes, private annuities or
insurance plans.
3. Phishing. Phishing is a tactic used by scam
artists to trick unsuspecting victims into
revealing personal or financial information
online. IRS impersonation schemes can take
the form of e-mails, tweets or phony Web
sites. Scam artists will try to mislead
consumers by telling them they are entitled to
a tax refund from the IRS and that they must
reveal personal information to claim it.
4. Filing False or Misleading Forms. Scam
artists file false or misleading returns to claim
refunds that they are not entitled to. Under the
scheme, taxpayers fabricate an information
return and falsely claim the corresponding
amount as withholding as a way to seek a tax
refund.
5. Nontaxable Social Security Benefits with Exaggerated Withholding Credit. Taxpayers
report nontaxable Social Security Benefits
with excessive withholding. This tactic results
in no income reported to the IRS on the tax
return.
6. Abuse of Charitable Organizations and Deductions. Abuse includes arrangements to
improperly shield income or assets from
taxation and attempts by donors to maintain
control over donated assets or income from
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donated property. The IRS also continues to
investigate various schemes involving the
donation of non-cash assets including
situations where several organizations claim
the full value for both the receipt and
distribution of the same non-cash
contribution. Often these donations are highly
overvalued or the organization receiving the
donation promises that the donor can
repurchase the items later at a price set by the
donor.
7. Frivolous Arguments. Promoters of
frivolous schemes encourage people to make
unreasonable and outlandish claims to avoid
paying the taxes they owe. If a scheme seems
too good to be true, it probably is. While
taxpayers have the right to contest their tax
liabilities in court, no one has the right to
disobey the law or IRS guidance.
8. Abusive Retirement Plans. The IRS is
looking for transactions that taxpayers use to
avoid the limits on contributions to IRAs, as
well as transactions that are not properly
reported as early distributions. Taxpayers
should be wary of advisers who encourage
them to shift appreciated assets at less than
fair market value into IRAs or companies
owned by their IRAs to circumvent annual
contribution limits.
9. Disguised Corporate Ownership. Corporations and other entities are formed
and operated in certain states for the purpose
of disguising the ownership of the business or
financial activity. Such entities can be used to
facilitate underreporting of income, fictitious
deductions, non-filing of tax returns,
participating in listed transactions, money
laundering, financial crimes and even terrorist
financing.
10. Zero Wages. Filing a phony wage- or
income-related information return to replace a
legitimate information return has been used as
an illegal method to lower the amount of
taxes owed. The taxpayer also may submit a
statement rebutting wages and taxes reported
by a payer to the IRS.
11. Misuse of Trusts. For years, unscrupulous
promoters have urged taxpayers to transfer
assets into trusts. While there are many
legitimate, valid uses of trusts in tax and
estate planning, some promoted transactions
promise reduction of income subject to tax,
deductions for personal expenses and reduced
estate or gift taxes. Such trusts rarely deliver
the tax benefits promised and are used
primarily as a means to avoid income tax
liability and to hide assets from creditors,
including the IRS.
12. Fuel Tax Credit Scams. Some taxpayers,
such as farmers who use fuel for off-highway
business purposes, may be eligible for the fuel
tax credit. But other individuals are claiming
the tax credit for nontaxable uses of fuel when
their occupation or income level makes the
claim unreasonable.
To increase confidence in the tax system and
improve compliance with the tax law, the IRS
is implementing a number of steps including a
requirement that all paid tax return preparers
register with the IRS and obtain a preparer tax
identification number (PTIN), as well as both
competency tests and ongoing continuing
professional education for all paid tax return
preparers except attorneys, certified public
accountants (CPAs) and enrolled agents.
- Shaju Jacob, MBA, CPA. http://www.SJacobCPA.com/
____________________________________ Note: The information contained in the above article is
provided for informational purposes only and shall not
constitute tax or legal advice. Each individual’s tax
situation is unique and you should check with your
accountant or other tax professional for particular
advice on your situation.
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Community News
Jonathan Samuel bags gold medal and selected for representing the
Commonwealth of Massachusetts at National Young Leaders
Conference to be held at Washington DC.
Jonathan Samuel
Jonathan Samuel of Whitter Sumner School of Everett won the gold medal for his project
“ Writing on the Wall”. His project was selected to win the first prize by a distinguished panel of
judges from 480 entries. The selection process was based on observation, question, hypothesis,
prediction and testing.
As a result of this achievement and considering his demonstrated leadership qualities, Jonathan was
selected to represent Center Elementary School and Commonwealth of Massachusetts at Junior
national Young Leaders Conference to be held at Washington DC in summer of 2010.
Jonathan is the son of Benjamin and Mini Samuel. Please join Sameeksha team to congratulate
Jonathan and his family.
Congratulations to Class of 2010
Jerril Varghese
Shawn Francis
Meera Kallupurakal
Ajith Thomas
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New Born
Jade Thomas daughter of Asha and Sibu Thomas of Marlboro, MA, born on April
5th
, 2010. Sameeksha team extends our hearty Congratulations to Asha and Sibu.
Govind Menon son of Uma and Gopan Menon of Chestnut Hill, MA, born on
November 27th
, 2009. Sameeksha team extends our hearty congratulations to Uma
and Gopan.
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Youth Corner
Chocolate Fever
-Cecil Chacko
Do you love to eat chocolates and candy? I do. My name is Kevin, and candy is my passion.
My parents have always told me about the dangers of consuming too much chocolate, but I’ve never
believed that candy, wonderfully delicious candy, could ever cause any harm.
I imagined myself not eating candy for at least one week. No. Impossible. Not going to
happen. I am never ever going to give it up. I said to my parents, “God will take care of me.”
“Kevin, you have to listen to us,” said my parents. “Sure, God will take care of you. But you
have to do your part for God to do the rest. Eating too much sugar will make you fat and sick. You
are not going to eat candy for a month.”
“I can’t believe that you’re doing this to me!” I shouted and ran upstairs to my room. I am
not going to listen to my parents, I said to myself, I am going to the candy store tomorrow. But,
where would I get the money? Oh yeah, I could steal it from my mom’s purse. I prayed that I would
not be caught. I set the alarm clock to five o’ clock.
****
I woke up the following morning and crept to my parents’ office room. I took thirty
dollars, and crept back to my room. I put the money in my backpack and waited for my parents to
wake up.
After breakfast, I went upstairs to take a shower and get dressed, and came back
downstairs. I saw my parents staring at me as if I had done something wrong. Then I saw my bag
on the chair…and froze. Oh no! I’m going to be in big trouble!
“I was just checking your bag if you had taken everything for school,” my mother began sternly.
“Then I saw thirty dollars. Where did you get it from?” Trembling, I didn’t say anything.
“Did you steal it from my purse?” No reply.
“How dare you! You are not allowed to eat candy for two months!” she
shouted.
I took my backpack and ran out of the room,
crying. Now I didn’t have any money to buy candy. I
was passing by the candy store when a sudden and
brilliant idea came to my mind. Why not steal candy
from the candy store? I crept into the store, went to my favorite chocolate
section, and took out ten chocolates. I hid them in my pockets and my
backpack. I was on my way out when I felt somebody patting my
shoulders. Uh-oh. This can’t be good. I turned around and saw the
cashier, who was an old man.
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“Aren’t you gonna pay for that, boy?” the cashier asked. I thought of an immediate lie.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just hungry. My parents didn’t let me eat the food that I
wanted for breakfast. They thought that I would get fat. I’m really sorry,” I said as sorrowfully
and as innocently as I could. Then I made a sad, apologetic face.
“That’s alright. I’m not going to call the police. Just make sure that you don’t repeat this
again, boy,” said the understanding cashier. He then asked, “By the way, how much did you
take?”
“I took ten chocolates.”
“I’m gonna let you take six of your favorite chocolates from the collection, but I want the rest
back.”
Wow, I am so lucky, I thought. I took six chocolates. Happily, I thanked the cashier.
“You’re welcome. Just remember. Don’t eat all of those on the same day. You don’t want to get
sick! See ya, kid!” the cashier said as I left the store.
The rest of my day went normally, and the teachers, as usual, gave me a ton of homework.
When I came back, my mother was waiting for me.
“How was your day, Kevin?” she asked.
“It was OK,” I replied.
Then I went straight to my room to start my homework. I saw the candies I bought earlier,
and I decided to eat one chocolate bar. It was so delicious and I savored every single bite. When it
was done, I craved for more. One more wouldn’t hurt me, right? I think I’ll just take this small
candy…One by one, I had consumed all six of the chocolate bars I had received from the cashier
and eventually, my stomach was very full. I continued to do my homework, my chocolate craving
satisfied. Then I went down for the family prayer, ate my dinner and went to brush my teeth.
Afterwards, I said good night to my parents and went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the
night feeling extremely hot. I felt weak. I tried several times in vain to get up. I started to get
nervous. It was so painful. I called my parents, with all the voice I could muster. They came after
a while, thinking they heard a voice. My parents saw me crying. My
mom touched my forehead.
“Oh no! Call the ambulance!” my mom panicked. Dad went to
call the ambulance.
“You’ll be alright sweetie. Pray to God. How did you become
so sick?” I saw my mom crying in my blurred vision. A few seconds
later, I heard the police and the ambulance. Then…
I woke up in the hospital, in a comfortable bed. I saw my dad and my
friends surrounding me. I didn’t realize that I had fainted. I saw all the tubes put on me. Everyone
asked me if I was feeling better. Everyone was relieved and happy again. I saw my mom at the
corner praying the rosary. Then I remembered what my parents said about candy. I didn’t listen to
them and ate many chocolates. I also lied to the old man and stole candy. The doctor said that I
must be in the hospital for at least three days.
We prepared to leave the hospital. I thanked God that I was saved. I learned my
lesson: Do not lie or steal to parents because they care about you. I decided to tell
the whole story to my mom and dad in the car. My mom helped me eat my food.
The doctor said that the pain would go away in just few days. My parents took
me to the car. On the way back home, I narrated to them the story of how I got
the thirty dollars and how I got sick, and apologized.
“Well, I hope you learned something from all of this.” my mom said.
“I did.” I replied.
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I got out of the car, and hugged my parents. In my mind, I thanked God for everything that
I had and for giving me such good parents. I went to the candy store, told the cashier the truth, and
thanked him. I gave him twenty dollars for all the candy that I took and told him I was sorry.
Henceforth, I will always try to obey my parents.
Limerick -Nisha Pillai
There once was a girl named Abby, Who cared only for her tabby.
But to Abby’s dismay,
Her cat didn’t play,
Which left Abby quite crabby.
Pink Rose, Red Rose* -Nisha Pillai
Pink rose, red rose, they try to tickle my nose,
pink rose, red rose, why was it my nose they chose?
Pink rose, red rose they try to prick your finger,
Pink rose, red rose, don’t stay and linger!
*This poem by Nisha Pillai has been selected for publication in the Young
American Poetry Digest. Sameeksha team congratulates Nisha for this feat.
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What Freedom Means to Me
-Bridgit Kodenkandath
Freedom is a big part of being American. In this amazing country, we experience freedom in many ways. The freedom of expression is the most important to me because we can
do what we want to do in the way we want to, as long it’s not terribly wrong. America is a
melting pot of cultures and a big part of culture is religion. As Americans, we also get to
worship the way we want to. By accepting different cultures, we are also accepting new ideas
that could make our country better. But America wasn’t always free to everyone.
Being a person of color, I’m thankful for Abraham Lincoln and Martin Luther King Jr.
because they were two major people who helped African Americans get freedom. Last year, my
class watched Dr. King’s “I Have a Dream” speech. I thought that I would be in for another
boring video but near the end I was moved to tears; that was when I realized that I was so
lucky to be living in America in this day and age. Though we still have a few bumps to smooth
out, America is on the way to total tolerance.
With freedom, we can also take part in some of the decisions our country makes. Every
resident is able to suggest a law to their state which may turn into a national law. If you’re a
citizen (and 18 years of age) you’re able to help decide the president by choosing the candidate
whom you believe can improve our country. Freedom means a lot to me and many people don’t
get to experience it like I do. Hopefully, the day will come when the world will follow in
America’s footsteps.
LifeLifeLifeLife -Ashvin Antony
Life is like a maze Searching for an opportunity
With twists and turns
Make a wrong choice
And it's like a meteor crashing down
But making the right choice
Is like a rocket shooting up high
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- Pooja Kalapurakkel
An attempt becomes…a success?
Yes.
Compliments glide through the air
Carried in loftiness to my ear
Glee resounds through my head.
Looking in the mirror
I am all different beautiful colors.
Yet the bright magenta, emerald and lavender-purple
Yield an ash-color:
The ugly gray of Pride.
A ruthless reality, sneering at the rainbow
Proving the colors to be nothing more than translucent, distant shades.
The next attempt develops into a rude, abrupt failure.
Painful.
But a nervous attempt? A failure?
Yes.
Scolding, reprimanding, you-should-have-dones-
All forming me into a shapeless mass
Dented all over
By jagged remarks made by jagged persons.
Looking in the mirror
I am the dull black, brown, and white.
Shed tears dissolve me with the dust.
And it results in a blood-red
A lasting hatred, a perpetual fear.
Final attempt…an authentic success?
Yes.
This time, although much is said, nothing is heard
Except the music of silence.
Looking in the mirror
I am the most beautiful color of all-
Colorless.
This is me.
Not fueled on by smiles or smirks.
The color of plainness, honesty, truth
Containing my true faults and strengths
Allowing me to feel neither downtrodden nor inflated
But content and safe.
The trick is to fall not into the trap of unstable colors
But in the colorlessness of the open mind.
The Color of Self
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EXTRAORDINARY TALENT
-Sreeja Kalapurakkel
Arjuna, a skilled archer, takes careful aim at a bird in a tree.
In one swift motion, the bow is launched, sailing precisely into the eye of the bird.
*
Gandhi, a nonviolent politician, eyes India’s aggressors with a calm stance.
Deftly and peacefully, he wins India her independence.
*
Shah Jahan, a famous raja of ancient Bharat, lovingly recalls his wife’s presence.
With an eye for beauty, he creates the magnificent Taj Mahal, a masterpiece of India.
*
Dr KJ Yesudas stands confidently before a large eager crowd.
In an instant, the atmosphere rejoices with harmonious melody as he sings with his
soul.
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The common fisherman keenly observes an expanse of water.
A moment later, the net is swiftly thrown, revealing thousands of fish meant to feed a
host of humanity.
*
A primary school teacher, filled with the sure understanding of his subject,
expertly empowers the minds of little children with their first scraps of knowledge.
*
A mother of twins, exhausted after a night’s hard work,
feeds one child with a bottle while simultaneously soothing the other in her lap.
*
What is it, which makes simple and ordinary people similar to famous heroes and
mythical powers?
It is the extraordinary talent possessed by each individual that equates all of human
kind.
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Snake Pond
-Yamini Nambiar
I wrote this story two years ago when I was in sixth grade. Writing this reminded me of the many good
times I have had while visiting Kerala.
***
It all started with an everyday conversation about what to do.
“So what do you want to do?” I asked, really getting tired of the constant rain.
“I don’t know. I feel like doing something that won’t take up too much energy.” I was with my sixteen-year-
old cousin, Smrithi. Even though I was five years younger than her, we still had a lot of fun together. We
were in Kerala where the weather consisted of three things, rain, rain, and more rain.
That day, it was raining. Buckets of water were pouring outside. Coconut trees swayed in the wind and
bananas hung from banana plants. The rice fields were quiet. The calm stream was gently moving along.
Among all of the scenic beauty, the pitter-patter of the rain was most distinct.
“Why don’t we go to the pond?” I asked, dying for something to do.
“What pond?” Smrithi asked innocently.
“You know the pond, with the fish and yucky water.” Both of us giggled.
“Sure. Let’s ask your mom and head out.”
“Okay.”
When we asked my mom, she nodded her head in approval. “You girls really need to get out more.”
The two of us headed outside and followed the trail that led to the pond. The dirt path was lined with
colorful plants and exotic flowers. On the way, we spotted a multitude of birds and heard a variety of
noises. We also encountered a little drizzle on the way out, but it stopped after a while. Once we reached
the bend in the road, it became very quiet. There were no more sounds coming from the birds and the
wind stopped whistling through the coconut trees.
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I turned the bend, and Smrithi followed. Little did we know that we were walking into danger. We didn’t
notice the stillness of the water or the little burrow on the side of the pond. We didn’t even notice the
calmness of the wind. But we did notice a soft hiss that came from behind a bunch of reeds.
“What was that?” I asked, always expecting the worst.
“I’m not so sure. Don’t worry. It’s not some snake or anything. It’s probably just the wind.”
“Hisssst…”
I heard it again.
“I think we should leave.”
”Come on, don’t be a—“
Smrithi never got to finish her sentence. At that moment, a hissing sliver of black, red, and yellow shot by
her legs. Her face stood in shock for a split second, and then she turned and ran away screaming. It only
took me a second to realize that there was a snake, because it turned to face me and started to hiss. I
screamed at the top of my lungs and didn’t waste any time in running and yelling after Smrithi.
When we reached the house, we were panting like dogs. Our brows were covered in beads of sweat and
both us looked like we had seen a ghost. My mom came running from the kitchen and onto the porch,
where we were cooling off from our long sprint. A light drizzle had just started.
“What happened? Are you okay? I heard screaming! Are you hurt?” My mom looked as scared as we did.
She was frantically looking from my cousin to me with a worried expression on her face.
“We saw a snake and it was hissing—“
“And we got scared—“
“So we ran all the way back here,” we more or less explained.
“You saw a snake? Was it long?” my mom asked.
“Well, not really…” I answered.
Smrithi and I looked at each other. We had gotten scared over a harmless snake that was no more than a
foot long. It didn’t take us too long to find the whole situation funny. My mom started to smile and
eventually, all three of us were laughing.
When I remember the moment now, I recall our comments afterwards. We joked about it, and now and
then we would call, “Look, a snake!” and then scream in fake terror. This memory will always remind of
how much fun I have in India with my cousins and how ridiculous we were. Even today I can remember the
smell of the rain…
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Mahatma Gandhi: A biography -Basil Philip
Mahatma Gandhi was born on October 2, 1869 in Porbandar, India. He became one of the
most respected spiritual and political leaders of the 1900's. Mahatma Gandhi helped free the
people of India from British rule through nonviolent resistance, and is honored by the people
of India as the father of India. People in India called him mahatma, which means great soul.
The name mahatma fits him well as he was a great soul.
When Gandhi became 13 his parents arranged for him to marry a girl named Kasturba,
who was also 13. Gandhi and Kasturba had 4 children together. Gandhi then went to London
and studied law. He returned back to India in 1891. He then got a one-year contract to do legal
work in South Africa in 1893. The British controlled South Africa at the time and Gandhi tried
to claim his rights as a British subject. He was abused and saw that all Indian people were
suffering the same treatment. Gandhi stayed in South Africa for 21 for his political activities.
Gandhi used fasting a lot to try and get others to be nonviolent. India was granted
independence in 1947, and partitioned into India and Pakistan. Rioting between Hindus and
Muslims followed. Gandhi years working to secure rights for Indians. He developed a method
of action based upon the principles of courage, nonviolence and truth called Satyagraha. He
believed that the way people behave is more important than what they achieve. Satyagraha
promoted nonviolence and civil disobedience as the most appropriate methods for obtaining
political and social goals. In 1915 Gandhi returned to India. Within 15 years he became the
leader of the Indian nationalist movement.
Gandhi was arrested many times by the British for his activities in South Africa and
India. He believed it was honorable to go to jail for a just cause. Altogether he spent seven
years in prison then helped to make an India where Hindus and Muslims lived in peace. On
January 13, 1948, at the age of 78, he began a fast with the purpose of stopping the bloodshed.
After 5 days the opposing leaders pledged to stop the fighting and Gandhi broke his fast.
Twelve days later a Hindu fanatic, Nathuram Godse who opposed his program of tolerance for
all creeds and religion assassinated him. On January 30, 1948, on his way to a prayer
meeting, Nathuram shot Gandhi dead in Birla House, New Delhi. Like that the father of
India’s life came to an end.
No one can replace Mahatma Gandhi, since then no one seen a leader like him. His whole
life he spent for his county. He was even prepared to die for his country. Indian people should
always be proud of their great leader, the father of India.
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