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“The Dark”

If you think of the dark
as a black park
and the moon as a bounced ball,
then there’s nothing to be frightened of at all.
(Except for aliens…)

Interpretations of the poem “The Dark”

There are two ways we can view the poem. The poem
could just be saying that there is no need to be frightened
of the dark. The other way to look at it would be to talk
about perspectives. As we can see, perspective is brought
in with the word ‘If’ in the beginning of the poem. She ends
with talking about aliens as something to be frightened
about. It is the poet’s perspective. If it is a matter of
perspectives, everyone’s perspective must be respected!

Black park is not an inviting place but the fact that it is a
park nonetheless still brings a happy image in the child’s
mind. However, the phrase “Except for aliens” is
instrumental to understanding the poem. The poet makes a
connection with the readers and makes the audience feel
reassured that the poet, too, has an absurd fear.

The poem talks about fear and says that a way to combat
fear would be by representing it as something else.
Darkness is limitless and has no boundaries. But when it is
called a park, it ceases to be boundless. More so, if the
association is made with things or ideas relating to
children, the fear is further diminished.

In the Dark

Walking out of the room,
I don’t bother turning on the light.
Going down the stairs,
Something is not right.
Reaching the kitchen,
I feel a chill go down my spine.
The spoons, forks and knives are
on the ledge,
All are in a line.
Suddenly, I hear a noise,
Maybe a cat creeping outside?
I can feel the presence of
something behind me,
And then the kitchen turns black
as night.

The path that winds into wonder

On my path winding into wonder,
I move through snow, rain, and thunder.
My heart is filled with awe,
Immersing me in beauty pure and raw.
I hear the spirits of mystic songs,
Echoing from the north where she belongs.
I feel the green grass and tall trees,
Casting upon me, a magical breeze.
Exotic valleys of fauna and flora,
That is, within a dazzling aura.
The first to find their way,
Were Hillary and Norway.
I encountered the exhilaration,
They experienced the expedition.
In exalted peaks covered in snow,
Time has lost its flow.
There shall be no rest,
Till I am one with The Everest.

Hello? Is this Missus Peabody?
Oh, I am so glad this was your number, Missus Peabody,
Umm… Before I start,
Is there a chair lying around?
Oh! A glass of water would help too.
Yes, Yes, please get yourself some.
As I was saying, I have some news…About your daughter,
Oh my goodness me! NO!
She hasn’t asked me to inform you that she is in an affair.
It is actually quite awful, this news.
You aren’t a heart patient, correct?
Oh, you are? Well, I don’t know if I should –
Christ sake! Old women these days.
Oh no no no, I didn’t call YOU old Miss,
This might be a little hard to take in…
M-Missus Peabody, your daughter,
She… She… She was coming home from school,
I know, it’s unusual but it ended early.
And… And she was in a rush,
S-so she took the m-main road.
She was turning onto the service lane… the driver was drunk,
No, I am totally not crying.
I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to shout.
Sorry, I have to go now.


In the streets of London, where I was born,
There was a huge fight in town,
The streets were broken, the war balloons were bloated
And on my face, was a frown.
Something happened last night,
I was fast asleep,
The devil had unleashed his might.
The ground: grey.
The shops and streets too.
And I still can’t spot my warm, fuzzy ball…
“Oh Johnny! Where are you?”
I remember myself crying,
On my knees and surrounded by fleas
I remember myself going home
Hopeless, exhausted and pained, tucking myself in the
cold breeze
But it had now snapped in two
The bottom—from the top half—was detached.
It’s trunks were charred and black,
the great tree’s branches were now slack,
I wondered, “Who did this?”
The enemy had attacked.
I looked towards the Red Ice Cream Shop,
Where Johnny and I ate all day,
(It was chocolate or strawberry for me,
With five roasted almonds on top)
But it was no longer there!
The green was now a crisp brown
And the building above it had burned down
The glass was broken into huge, sharp pieces
And the metal pipes were blazing and torn out
And among those pipes, that glass and the rubble,
In the middle of that crisp, those burns, the char,
laid my Johnny, ball in his maw;
That blood-stained fur was no longer fair,
Those jumpy little paws had no more strides to gain,
But those pearl-like eyes looked at me in defiance,
“I found the ball, can we play again?”

College Fair @ Neev Academy


College Fair was organised on 19 November in which over 30 Universities and colleges
participated. The main purpose of this fair was to inform the parents and students about the acceptance of the IB Diploma programme by Universities across the globe. For this edition of the fair, we invited universities and colleges from India, Australia, Switzerland, Germany and Canada. The fair had a wide variety of institutions offering courses ranging from Engineering to Business to Liberal Arts and Hospitality. Another purpose of having a diverse range of colleges and universities was to help students better understand what type of college or university best meets their needs.

“What inspired me to write a book in Telugu”


My father tongue is Telugu. My nanamma (grandmother) and papa have spoken to me in Telugu since my childhood. My nanamma (grandmother) has brought me many colourful books in Telugu. The interesting books excited me to write and read in telugu. From the age of 5, I have been learning to read and write in telugu. The writer’s workshop in K2 inspired me to write a book in telugu. The first book that I finished writing is “ Ganapati lelalu” which means stories of lord Ganesha. This book has many stories of lord Ganesha
like how was he born, how he got an elephant’s head and many more.My nanamma helped me in writing the book. My book was displayed at the telugu stall during the language day. I am very happy that I can read and write in my mother and father tongue and would
like everyone to experience reading and writing in different languages too. I am now writing my second book in Telugu.



Lights. Sweets. Celebrations.

On Diwali, we celebrate by lighting diyas, bursting firecrackers. Diwali is the festival of lights and on Diwali we do pooja. Diwali is celebrated because Lord Rama came back to Ayodhya after 14 years from the forest. Diwali talks about letting the light into our houses and lives after darkness. Diwali is a no moon night called Amavasya. On Diwali, the sky gets polluted because of the fireworks
AMAY AGARWAL (G1- North Campus)

I think the language day was nice and fun. It was very similar to the translanguaging assembly we had in school yesterday. The different languages that performed were Hindi, Tamil, Kannada, Punjabi, Sindhi, Marathi and Urdu. My mother taught us Tamil dance. Many parent experts had come to school to talk about different languages. Sharang’s father talked to us about Ramanujan- the famous mathematician and showed us an ancient
Tamil game to play. Siddharta and Eka’s mother told us a story in Kannada. During our lunch break one day there were many stalls set up like Mehendi, some kheer, photobooth and in the art studio, we did artwork too. The Kannada stall had tic tac toe and a matching game and we took pictures in a golden area. We danced in the Neev Yemalur School and it was fun.

On Diwali, I went to my Friend’s house. Her name is Lakshmi. We had rice and poori. Her house was decorated very beautifully and there were diyas in front of the God room door. The flowers around her house were decorated in the colours of Diwali like red and yellow. I was wearing a blue frock with bumps and designs at the top and bottom and I had let my hair loose with small braids in the side. Lakshmi was dressed in pretty white and pink pants and top which had frills. At the porch, we burst lot of crackers like the flower pots and
bhumi chakras. We both were very excited to celebrate Diwali together.
EKA SIVARAMAN (G1 – North Campus)



Let’s get it started


It has become common practice for me to begin the day of competition with songs much like “Let’s get it started” by the Black Eyed Peas. For some reason, I have started believing that this practice will help me perform better in a tournament or meet and on this particular occasion it seemed to work. The TISB Athletics Meet held on the 6th of October 2019 was the first interschool athletics meet of the year and I viewed this meet as a sort of testing ground for grasping exactly where I lay in comparison to other competitors. Honestly, my performance surprised me immensely. It has been nearly 3 years since I began running and ever since my goal has been to catch that person in front of me, and for the very first time I was the one ahead. While the experience was extremely rewarding for me as well as our whole athletics team which managed to win enough points for the overall championship, I now know that that one competitor will now work doubly hard to best the rest of the competition. Second place may be first the next time. Expect greater things from the Neev team soon.


Better luck next time!

On 17th October, I went to Candor International School to play a football
tournament. Candor International School is a very big school with lots of
facilities and even a hostel. We started from Neev at six in the morning because
Candor is very far away. It took us 2 hours to reach there.
It took us time to adapt on the field and by the time we were ready to play our
first match, we were put up against the strongest team coming to the Sports
Fest, Greenwood High School. When the team was set, I was playing defense.
We scored the first goal and after a while, Greenwood scored a goal. The game
ended with a tie. Then we were supposed to play against Vibgyor, Marathahalli.
But they did not come and we had to play against Greenwood again. When the
match started, the players scored a goal with ease. With that goal, we lost our
calm and started conceding goals. By the time we knew, we had lost the match.
Our faces fell but we will keep our spirits high for the next time!

Does the price paid make the success worth it?


Finding and nurturing sporting talent at the grassroot level is very important to a
country’s future success. While countries like India entirely fail to give importance to this,
China is at the other end of the spectrum.
China has been a superpower at the Olympics since their first appearance at the games
in 1952 with a haul of over 600 medals which ranks them 7th in the all-time medal
standings. With this kind of success, it’s easy for viewers to disregard the cost that must
be paid to achieve it. Chinese sports schools begin training students as early as the age
of six and are put through gruelling regimes that push them to the limits of their physical
capability. The number of people that have to fail for one to succeed is so high, that we
have to question whether the price that is paid for the small chance of finding sporting
success is worth it. For instance, Chinese gymnast Zhang Shangwu, was a specialist in
the rings but injured his Achilles tendon and now sells bracelets in the Beijing
subway.The ideology that it is impossible to go down two paths– in this case sports and
education, without dedicating adequate time to each one is archaic that exists in Indian
and Chinese societies along with many others. This is a way of thinking that I feel must
be replaced with focusing on finding the ideal balance between sports and the
classroom. A famous athlete to be inspired by is NFL Safety Troy Polamalu who achieved
a degree in history while he was still in the league; proving that it is very possible to reach
the highest level of sports and still have an education to fall back on.




The Neev Friendship Sports League (NFSL) Inter School Athletics event 2019 took place on 15th November. Eight schools including Neev participated in this meet. All events were highly competitive giving an opportunity for our students to test their skills with the best talent in Bangalore. The following schools participated:

  • Greenwood High International School
  • The International School Bangalore
  • Silver Oaks International School
  • Canadian International School
  • GJR International School
  • Baldwin Boys School
  • Sharanya Narayani International School
  • Neev Academy

All the participating schools played well with TISB securing the position of the second runners-up with 47 points, Greenwood High International School securing the second position with 71 points and finally, our very own Neev Academy leading the tournament with 246 points!
It was truly a tournament that fostered the spirit of friendship and sportsmanship, creating a fraternity of atheletic excellence.

Swanthana – The other name of compassion


On October 19th we, the DP students, went to Swanthana, an orphanage, which is home to almost 50 girls with disabilities. We went there to spend time with the children, and engage in activities like drawing and colouring. All the girls there could not walk and some were bedridden, but out of the few kids we did spend time with, we had an interesting experience. It was a very different experience for us, and it was ‘service’ with a very different and new approach. I found that the kids there were very sweet and kind. Some of them even went as far as to call out to us to sit with them.
Most of the service work we did revolved around collecting materials and foods they needed, including adult diapers, Bournvita, sunflower oil, rice, and other food and cleaning supplies.
We also planned many activities and colouring was the main activity, where we each printed out two to three colouring sheets and coloured with the kids there. After the children left for lunch, which we sponsored, we assembled in a circle to discuss the activity, and the idea of institutions like this, and the ethical implications. We discussed whether it was ethical to have places like this to take care of children in need, who might have different needs than the general public. Although they provide care for the girls there, we wondered if they would have been happier under different circumstances where they would be allowed to leave. A lot of us felt strange about the centre and wondered about their intentions. I felt that this was important to recognize.










How do you make compost at home?

Step 1: Buy a brick of Coco Peat which contains microbes
Step 2: Place the brick in a bucket filled with 1 litre of water and let it absorb it.
Step 3: Place a 1-2 inch layer of the powdered Coco peat in a well-holed bucket
Step 4: Place the wet waste on top of the Coco Peat and Repeat!
(Ensure the last layer is Coco Peat.)
Step 5: Place the filled bucket aside for 30-45 days and then use the home-made compost!

You are, therefore we are!


OKAY! You do drive us crazy.
But what’s the fun if we don’t have the perfect dose of craziness in our daily schedules? All of you need to speak at the same go…
But, we know, how important it is to share your opinion right there, right then. Timeline is something that doesn’t exist in the dictionary, or for that matter, Google…
But, if you submit on time, the challenge is somewhat gone… (Please don’t get inspired!) ‘Shoes, shorts, notebooks, pencils, worksheets – these were meant to decorate the floors. But it provides us our daily quota of fitness regime – toe touching and full arch… “Forgotten”, “You have not given”, “You are SOOOO mean” – phrases keep flying in the class

But, one threat of “consequences” is the magic wand in our hands…

Well, you see… our lives are just the right mix of sour, bitter and spicy, a mix that you bring in to the daily palette with your tantrums, excuses and complaints. Thank you for the variety.

WAIT! Did I forget the sweet? No, I just mentioned them when I mentioned YOU… the daily dose of sweetness that only our students can add, with a smile, a hug, a ‘GOOD MORNING MISS’ or even just the presence.

Children are, therefore we find a meaning to what we have set out to do.




Expectations VS. Reality


We are expected to walk into a classroom where chairs are vacant and the people meant to occupy them are crowding here and there, and keep our cool.

We are expected to understand your love for yourself and make our peace with it.

We are expected to make a note of your mood swings and not only accommodate them but act accordingly.

We are expected to hear your choice of the word for the day, when all we want to listen to is the sound of silence.

We are expected to hear about the release of a new music video, by an artist we didn’t know existed, but manage to sound excited about it.
We are expected to witness your drama and respond like that was the most real thing in life. We are expected to applaud you when you do something well.
We are expected to give you feedback so that you may improve further.

We are expected to look out for fussy eaters and food haters and insist that they eat something, when all we would like to do was fill our own plates and find a corner and down it our throats, to survive.

But…Who is taking care of our expectations? We would like to come to a class that has a teacher’s desk which doesn’t resemble a dumping ground. We would like to come to a class where the side platform doesn’t look like a railway platform. And once in a while we would like to insist that our expectations be met

We don’t mind doing this every now and then. Do you?

Wednesday afternoon Blues!


1,2 and a 1,2,3,4! The 8th-grade music assembly was energetic and full of enthusiasm, to say the least. Our students performed ‘Blues’ music that they composed themselves. These pieces spoke about important social issues or topics that they were passionate about. Blues was invented by African-American slaves in the late 19th century hence the main point of the songs was to emphasize hope, and the good days yet to come. These qualities were clearly seen in the music assembly with one group even going as far as to compare grief to the onion by speaking about the layers peeling away through time.
The students also performed renderings of Elvis Presley’s Jailhouse Rock and Rock And Roll by Led Zeppelin. These performances were full of energy and showcased the versatile ability of the students.
The assembly fully accomplished its goal as it showcased the investment that each student had with their work. It is usually quite jarring when one’s heartbeat and the sound of a speaker are one in the same. However, in this case, it gave us a wonderfully presented reminder of the importance of music in our lives.

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