To have responsibility thrust on

Your shoulders is to pledge

Your solemn concern and care.

Patriotism isn’t just green and saffron

Stains on your cheek.

We have gained independence but

We aren’t free!

Oh, the irony!


We say we have freedom

But I see fear in a woman’s eyes

When she’s out, late at night.

I see children, younger than me

Still working in places

With smoke, bricks and chemicals.

I see people being ostracised

For loving who they want.


And intolerances.

“My religion is greater than yours.”

“I won’t consider your sex unless you’re male or female.”

“My language is more fluent

And significant than yours.”

It’s like our blood thirsty ancestors gave

Birth to us, who get offended

With people of different opinions

And make the comment section on

Facebook and YouTube a kid’s play.


While cricket fans search for MSD

Kids illegally are doing LSD

A bunch of greedy people

Who wouldn’t give to charity

But slide pink notes under tables

To turn justice into injustice.


Where is our freedom?

I see no earnest responsibility

Having flags in our pockets chanting

“Bharat Mata Ki Jai”

But forcing abortion,

Because you thought about the weight of

Her marriage, even before she was born.


We aren’t bothered when

Men start wars against each other,

But lose our minds when

They fall in love with each other.

Prejudices run in our veins.

Give birth to a girl,

And the mother is blamed.

Give birth to a boy

And the whole family takes credit.


We’ve normalized abortion,

But stigmatized adoption.

Funny you killing your own blood,

But choosing to not father a child,

Unless he has your genes.

And we still have the audacity

To speak of unconditional love?

It’s all hypocrisy, simply hypocrisy,

Entering the very marrow of our bones.


I see what we’re doing.

We want freedom,

But don’t want to strive for it.

Responsibilities have become

Too hard a word

For us to fathom.

Responsibilities have become

A burden

Than the ultimate sense of freedom.


So before we put a show of patriotism,

Let us stop and think for a moment

About the weight of the word

And the meaning it carries.

You can’t tell me you love your country

If you still choose to litter publicly.

Or tell me you’re okay to see

Stains of acid on a woman’s skin.


And let us know to draw

A line between patriotism and chauvinism,

Because we don’t want those over patriotic fools

Who kill in the name of loyalty.

But let us grow in tolerance

Where we live in diversity,

To have the freedom to express

And the freedom to be.


Let us be intolerant

towards intolerances;

And give justice where it needs.

Say goodbye to corruption,

Prejudice and hypocrisy.

Welcome love, life and diversity;

Let Bharat Mata raise her head

For once with pride.

Let Mother India see

Her children in harmony.


Finally, let us not just talk about it,

Like I am right now,

But let us live responsibly,

Just as easily as

We breathe the air,

Because if actions can speak

Louder than words,

Our responsibilities can certainly

Speak a million times more

Than this poem ever will.


By Sharon Mary Eapen

Class 12


Dear me,

I remember the first time when I was thirteen and a good-for-nothing guy had broken my heart.

I remember how I had cribbed for a phone just because my “best-friend” had one; the one who always degraded me.

I remember how I use to cry for every little thing.

From teacher’s scoldings to low marks.

From fights among friends to breakups.

From the smallest thing that bothered me to the largest.

All I want to say is that I’m sorry.

I’m sorry for hurting you; physically and mentally.

I’m sorry for all those fights, for all those low self-esteem talks.

I’ve realized that we grow each day.

When I see myself a week (not even a month) back, I realize how much I’ve grown.

How much I’ve grown as a person is what surprises me.

When I look back in time, I realize how stupid I was to let those petty things affect me.

But no more!

You need to have thick skin.

Yes, I see you smiling. Smiling as bright as you can. I see how happy you are.

I love how you’re leaving people who bother you.

Obviously, you can’t murder the ones you dislike but you can surely be happy and ignore the people who hate you.

Just remember that happiness is the key to success. The happier you are, the more successful you become.

Life is full of hurdles. But the adventurous part is how you cross them and win the trophy.

Dear me, I’m sorry and I promise that from now on, I’m not going to let absurd, rather useless things or people affect you.

Dear me, you have a lovely smile, please show it off?

Yours lovingly,


By Arusha Abbani

Class 12


Founder’s Day, celebrated on August 3rd, commemorates the birthday of the Founder of St. Andrews School, Mr. Louis William Emanuel, who believed in ‘Education For All’. This day marks the Investiture Ceremony of the newly elected Student Cabinet.

  • The First Student Cabinet

  • Snippets from the Past

  • 2002 – Saucy Sweethearts

  • 2003 – Calypso Calling

  • 2004 – Traveling the Globe

  • 2005 – Dances from around the World

  • 2006 – The Rainbow Dance

  • 2007 – Fiddler on the Roof

  • 2008 – Sound of Music

  • 2009 – Elements

  • 2010 – Moving Forward (25th Year)

  • 2011 – Jungle Book

  • 2012 – Unite

  • 2013 – Freewheeling

  • 2014 – Step Up

  • 2015 – Celebrations 30

  • 2016 – Excelsior

  • 2017 – Pangaea