An alumni meet of Kendriya Vidyalaya Pattom will be held on 14 July 2018 in the school auditorium. Students who had studied in the school from 1964 to 2015 can attend the meet. For details and online registration, visit https://kvpattom.nic.in or contact on mobile 9447699724.
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Alumni makes KV Pattom assembly ‘sound and perfect’
In Events, Uncategorized on January 19, 2018 at 4:21 pm
They came and presented an assembly on the same stage at KV Pattom after 20 years. It was a rare occasion where the alumni of 1997 batch tested the sound of their beloved school assembly auditorium after 20 years, on 19 January 2018.
The 1997 Batch Alumni of KV Pattom gifted a new set of public address system (with high quality speakers and microphones) to their alma mater to make the school auditorium more audible and perfect with good quality sound.
The inauguration was done by the alumni members by presenting a school assembly on 19 January 2019. The representatives also handed over the official documents to Shri S. Ajayakumar, Principal.
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As she walked by the shore…
In Poetry, Uncategorized on July 1, 2017 at 9:05 am
As she walked by the shore,
Her footprints on sand,
Met with unknown,
As the waves crashed each other,
Longing to touch her feet,
Only to take the sins away,
She looked at the sand castles made of dreams,
The seashells she collected now,
Will be bracelets then,
The wind whispering the tale of unknown,
And the clouds so deep,
For stories so new,
And as she looked back at the ocean,
She saw life and stories,
Hope and dreams,
And there she was,
Standing at the present,
Smiling at her mysterious future and the immortal past…
By Prarthana Manoj, XII D
The Girl by the Lamp Post
In Uncategorized on June 1, 2017 at 8:41 am
Darkness. It was pitch black all around. A man going for a late night stroll in Privet Street would be accompanied by nothing but the sound of crickets. A cool breeze was blowing. At the stroke of midnight, I heard a scream. A scream of complete agony…
Starting off like this, you would think mine is a ghost story which it is not. Hi! My name is Swapnika Priya. Sixteen years old. I was a very self- centered girl and unlike all the other music and love crazy idiots of my age, all I wanted at the moment was a gaming laptop. Mom had promised to get me one. She was not at home but had gone to Mumbai to visit my dad and would return the next day. Now resuming what I started with.
I was all alone in the Apartment. Except for my pet cat, it was just me and Pokémon Go. At midnight exactly, I did hear that scream. It was one of agony, fear. I felt myself getting paralyzed with fear. What was that? Surely, it was the scream of a girl. The feminist inside me asked me to go to her rescue. But the terrified, scaredy cat inside me urged me to get under my blanket. It was a debate between my ‘bold girl’ self and my ‘I’m so scared of cockroach’ self in which the bold girl won. I gathered up all my courage and went out of my apartment. I was quite pleased to see that the scream of the girl had disturbed the sleeps of my neighbors and they were all coming out of their apartments. Good, so I was not imagining things. I swiftly joined the small group of people going out to see where that voice came from.
As I came to the grounds, I noticed that there was a small crowd gathered around the lamp post. I pushed my way through the crowd and there, I saw this girl who taught me, or rather, made me realize so many things in just one night.
Sitting under the lamp post was a girl, pretty one, maybe of around my age. She was very pale. Anyone could say with just one look at her face that she was petrified with fear. A thousand questions popped into my head. But the self- centered, poor creature inside me prevented me from voicing them. Fortunately, Ravi uncle stepped forward. “Who are you girl? Came to steal or what? Huh?”
Oh dear wayfarer..
In Poetry, Uncategorized on March 24, 2017 at 8:46 am
Oh dear wayfarer.
Don’t you miss how my lips curve when I smile for photographs ?
Or my straight golden mane that traces my spine down my nape, splits at the small of my back.
I ask you, do you miss me ?
Do you miss me like
The saltiness of the sea in a desert;
The muskiness of winter in summer;
The fall of leaves in spring;
Do you miss the beginning to our end ?
Does the world miss the warmth of your steps when you lie by my side and chose love over love.
Oh wayfarer. I’ll be patient.
I’ll be patient while you find replacements .
I’ll be patient while you search for belongingness at home.
I’ll be patient while you weigh love to love, two sides of a balance.
I’ll be patient.
I’ll be patient because you know your answers.
I’ll be patient , for in patience there is hope.
And time.
By Rakshanya Shekar, XII C
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