Happy Children’s Day! Time to cheer, celebrate & rejoice life. Achievements & Life Lessons of Happy Kids

Happy Children’s Day!
Time to cheer, celebrate & rejoice life
Achievements & Life Lessons of Happy Kids
Little packs of wonder, wisdom and life... Children are priceless adventures of life that bring everyone around them alive. As we celebrate Children’s Day 2022, it’s time to rejoice in their innocence and celebrate their achievements. From the little moments when kids learn a new skill to mastering it by becoming world champions, kids have marvelled the world.
On this special day, we are bringing some rejoicing moments from the life of little angels and heart-warming incidents from little angels in their own words from some. Go on... smile, cheer and enjoy this delightful day when we celebrate the biggest blessing of all: Children!
Cera: A warrior whose wisdom challenges the world in Chess!
Meet the only Indian player who is under 7 and represents India in world chess championships: Cera Dagariya. This little packet of brilliance is a student of Daly College, Indore and stands at 14th place in the world as a chess champion.
Cera is a national champion and the first girl from Madhya Pradesh to grab the 1st place in CBSE chess championship held in Kolkata under 10 girls category at the age of 8 years. The list of her achievements is endless and among many such adventures, she has meet World Fide President making her mark in the world.
Cera also is the first player from the state to visit World Chess Olympiad at Chennai Mahabalipuram meeting World Grandmasters like Sir Vishwanathan Anand /GM Saurbh Ganguly and many more.
“The motto of chess is gens una sumus; which is Latin for ‘We are one people’ a powerful mantra to live by,” Cera said. She expresses her love for the sport being a passion for life and growing wiser every day.
“Chess is the gymnasium of the mind and unlike other games in which lucre is the end and aim, chess recommends itself to the wise by the fact that its mimic battles are fought for no prize but honour,” Cera added.
Never Break, Embrace your Scars, Learn from Sandal
Next, meet an inspirational role-model who knows that scars are a part of life and we can learn from every one of them. Embracing every scar and taking up the challenge to become wiser and better every day is Sandal Mishra, studying in Class 9 at The Emerald Heights International School, Indore.
Sharing the journey, experience and lessons... Sandal said:
“I walked on the burning path of scars,
With extinguishing coal, cries, yells and unlimited bars,
The scars got me torn and scorn.
Since the time I was born.
At thirteen I saw a marvellous dream
But the scars got me to look in the mirror and scream.
I wanted to pursue my career,
But the scars didn't let me break the barrier.
I used to listen to the sound of the rain when it pattered,
But the scars got my life rattled.
The scars appeared as the Tyndall effect scattering from the leaves,
But what the scars did to me I still couldn't believe.
All the love that I received and knowledge I acquired,
Within a minute turned into ashes, burned in ferocious fire...
And now my voice wants to shake,
And my laughter comes out fake.
The desires that i thought of and the wounds that still pain,
My sweat and hard-work turned out to be all in vain.
The very next day I was alleged to be a liar,
Ohh! Stop it don't be a crier.
The scars made me a coward but i had to come out of the conch,
They taught me slavery too but i would rather become a monk.
But these dilapidated scars,
Were burnt by me like cigars.
I cut them like the butcher cuts people with a knife,
And threw these coward scars out of my life.
But the world has to imprint its indelible ink,
So I think, daily on the brink, why did the Titanic sink?”
A wise little one bringing back knowledge from Sankrit Shlokas
Here is a star, who knows the importance of going back to roots. Going back to her roots and bringing the magic of Sankrit verses to life, Ojasvi Choudhary is an inspirational child with a wise head.
She is a student of Class 4-A at Mount Litera Zee School, Indore. Adding more feathers to her cap, she also won Best Performance Trophy of Sahodaya Sanskrit Shloka Competition.
From the pen of a wise teen... secret of shaping ourselves
As we grow up and reach teenage, there are several emotions that throng our mind. Using them wisely, Dhriti Sahani in Class 9(E) finds a way to revive her life with childhood memories. She is a student of Choithram School, Manik Bagh, Indore.
In her words, she shares a little preview of her learned wisdom:
“Childhood is the golden phase of life. Memories of childhood always brings smile on our faces and are dearest to everyone. Only the grown-ups know the real value of Childhood. It's a time in our life when everything seems perfect and childhood memories keep the inner child alive. Childhood is the time when the moral values and the character of the child are shaped.
The best part of this Childhood is that our innocent naughtiness is excused and free from all stresses and anxieties of the world. As we grow older we feel more attachment to our childhood and we pray to god and wish to get back in those glory days.
Childhood is part of life that creates beautiful memories which are connected together with love and when we were little we always wanted to grow up, now we realize it was better being a kid and sometime I wish to have a time machine to go back in my Childhood and capture all my memories.”
True hearts equal... Childhood adventures
Bringing alive the moments of childhood is possibly only with a true heart. Such a true heart that will help you see the magic in life is held carefully by Aashita Bharadwaj. She is a student of Class 9 at The Emerald Heights International School, Indore. In her words, she expresses the moments and love that truly makes childhood precious.
“A home with a family, warm, and full of love... Her toys lay on the couch. Despite her mother’s requests, the forgetful child leaves the door unlocked. Her mother sighs but smiles nonetheless, hoping one day her child will learn. From below the apartment, in playground, the voices of children echo through the neighbourhood. Why, they do not stop at the park! The whole neighbourhood is their stage!
They laugh and play, at peace, carefree, their excellence and creativity undefiled. The child runs with her friends, screaming and laughing. The elderly reminisces and smile at their antics. They too were young. Despite the fact that both groups were alive, the child had something they didn’t.
On her back, in her eyes, the sun gleams. The warm rays hit her sweat soaked shirt. She feels hot, she must be, after all that running. The sun on her back is warm, almost too warm, but not quite. There is comfort in the embrace of this warmth. The child’s feet hurt from running, her stomach and throat are sore, yet she is content. The sun on her back, her aching body, her laughing friends, she could not want anything more.
The evening sky is blue and beautiful and orange seeps in through the bottom. Once it covers the sky, the child must go home. She looks at the sky, the clouds. She dreams of swinging so high that she touches the clouds, like a fairytale where she reaches the castle on the cloud, and becomes queen.
The slides are hot from basking in the sun, so is the sand. The heat is nearly unbearable, but the warmth brings some form of thrill instead of inconvenience .With one yell, the slides become a castle, the ground; scalding, hot lava! An enraged battle cry leaves the child, as she parades her army to fight the opposition. The princess on the tower cries for help as a dragon comes swooping in! the epic battle commences. The people around watch and laugh, the children are so creative.
The sand is cooler now; it is time to go home. The sun no longer gleams in her eyes, or hits her back. The only remnants of the day slowly fade from her eyes, in the form of the final strokes of blue, and the traces of heat on the slide. Orange captures the whole sky.
She reaches home; her mother chides her for forgetting the door. It goes in through one ear and leaves through the other. Her mother lover her so much, she hugs her. Her mother’s embrace warms her heart. All throughout her dinner, the child speaks of how when she’s older, she’ll fly to the skies, and bring a piece of the moon back for her mother. Her mother laughs softly, touched by her child’s dreams. “I’m sure you will.”
After dinner, she runs to her toys, and picks up her favourite one. Small hands, big eyes ablaze with wonder scrutinize the little toy in her hands, with its big eyes rivalling hers. She takes in every detail, every stitch every blunder.
The novelty of the toy never quite wore off.
It is time to sleep. The child retires to her bed, content and happy, and takes for granted that tomorrow will be the same as today. Smiling, she kisses her mother goodnight and lies down
In her mind, in her eyes, in her hands, her dreams lie before her. The novelty of an old toy, the battle on the park, ruling the clouds, brining the moon for her mother, these innocent thoughts and ambitions surround her.
In warmth of her blanket, the child falls asleep.”
School – The Adventure Land of Childhood
An essential part of life in childhood is school. A place of adventure, fun, learning and life... Bringing light to the little world of learning and innocence, Arwa Kapadia shares a heart-felt note on the same. She is studying in Class 8-D at Choithram School, Indore.
She explains how school made her childhood special:
“The best thing I would say that makes the childhood a great memory is the school. School is a place where we do many things rather than studies. For example, we have the fun outdoor activities where my favourite is swimming.
As we were small we got to know about playful alphabets and numbers but if I knew that they would soon turn into stressful math, I would never learn them. Most of us hate math because of the long formula and equations which are always annoying.
When I was in 1st class I got many friends and they were very nice and innocent. I am still in touch with those friends despite being in class 8 now, as we have a forever friend bonding. Friends are the best part of childhood memories which have the same thinking as ours and are same age as ours. That's why we used to bunk classes together, sneak snacks in class together and play games together. Once we were caught bunking a class which was Sanskrit and we got to stand out of the class.
If I tell the truth then I liked to be getting out of the class. We actually enjoyed being out and missing that boring lecture. This is really kind of a backbencher thing and I and my friends actually never like to sit on the first bench. I always used to go back when it was the day for me to sit on the first bench. Nobody noticed that. We always used to be busy in any other thing rather than focusing on the teacher.
But the best day was Children's Day, when the teachers used to act like us in the presentation and there were no studies on that day.
I will tell one thing if you don't tell anyone...once I actually slept in a history class and as everyone knows that history and maths are very boring. I was saved as none of them, my mom or ma'am got to know about this, only my friends know that.
I hope you have also enjoyed your childhood days and never liked maths and history. That's all for today, good bye!”
Living in the moment of bliss: Childhood
Giving a little general knowledge lesson and quoting how his childhood is the most wonderful time for him, Keshav Tugnawat calls childhood as ‘Heavenly Abode’. He is a student of Class 8-D at Choithram School Manik Bagh, Indore. In his words... he expresses the treasured moments of childhood as follows:
“Some days I wish I could go back to my childhood. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.
If you could describe childhood in a word, which would you choose? For me, it would be heaven. Childhood is just a real-world replica of heaven. The most beautiful time of one’s life is childhood. A happy childhood is perhaps the most fortunate gift in life.
To celebrate and relive this tremendous period of our lives, Children’s Day is celebrated across India on the 14 November every year on the birthday of India’s first Prime Minister, Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru to represent his affection toward children.
He believed that – The way we bring them up would determine the future of our nation.
Children’s day might seem like a day for youngsters to relive their childhood and celebrate it every year but in reality, it’s an initiative taken by the citizens of India to educate people about the value of children’s in the society. It is also celebrated to inform people about child rights. With the right upbringing of the children, we are also bringing up the country.
This does not mean that we cannot have fun, schools organise various events such as competitions, music and dance performances to celebrate the day.
Remember, if we are to teach real peace in this world, and if we are to carry on a real war against war, we shall have to begin with the children.”