C-Form- Siddhant Gupta
b) Holiday Homework
Amritesh Rai felt that the amount of holiday homework should be decreased so as to allow students to complete projects. The Chairman reminded the Council that holiday homework had been stopped last year so that boys could do their projects, so he did not understand the need for this proposal.
c) Frequency of Socials
Amritesh Rai requested an increase in the frequency of socials to four times a term from the present two times a term. The Chairman said that the scheduling was difficult and that Welham Girls’ School had indicated that this did not suit them.
d) New Mugs for Chhota Hazri
PBR wanted feedback on the new chhota hazri mugs. He also said that the Mess Committee was looking into different quality plates. He mentioned that the quality of plates and glasses in Welham Girls’ School was much better.

The Meeting was adjourned and scheduled to meet next on August 17, 2006.

History Class - The Rising
Vishnukant Pitty

    The stale smell of rotting bodies filled my lungs as I made my way up the mountain. Demons and asurs were all around, lunging at me. I kept parrying their blows as I searched for higher ground. Somehow, I managed to reach the mountain-top. The asurs were not far behind. A tall, hefty one, apparently their leader, came charging at me, his sword raised. In a trice, I severed his head, and, just for extra effect, buried my sword to the hilt in his stomach. The rest of the asurs were inflamed! Looking at the charging mob, I pulled out my bloody sword from the slain demon’s corpse and started backing away. As I took a step backwards, I stumbled on something. Cursing, I looked down and found another sword stuck fast into the ground. Smiling, I pulled it out. Then, turning towards the demons, I bent forwards in full battle position, waving both my swords high above my head.
    The asurs were taken aback. They looked first at me, then at the swords. As soon as their eyes fell on them, they started retreating, mouths gaping and eyes staring. Suddenly, without warning, the ground began to quake. I was thrown off my feet. The tremor grew vigorous. I struggled to get up. There was no sign of the demons anywhere. I had fallen away from the mountain-top. I reached for my scabbard, but my sword wasn’t there! I tried to recollect what had happened to my trusty weapon. I looked all around. It was then that I spotted it, lying beneath some rocks. I ran over to it and picked it up. The other sword was lying beside it. As I bent to pick it up and touched it, to my shock, it crumbled to dust. I looked around, hoping to nab the culprit behind this witchcraft.
    As my eyes scanned the area, my gaze fell on top of the mountain. A few feet above the summit, an orb was hovering about. As I looked on, it started emitting strange, hissing noises as if letting out steam. And indeed, the next moment, it started spouting dense, dark smoke. My legs started quivering. My instincts told me to leave; my heart told me to stay. I stood. The smoke billowed and curled, growing in size. The hissing sound slowly transformed into a slow, deep breathing. It sounded as if something was attempting to take in more than just the smell from its surroundings. The smoke then started swirling around and became denser till all that was left was a dark shadow. Two red eyes appeared out of nowhere and fixed their gaze on me. I looked at these eyes and my blood ran cold. I saw pure hatred there. Hatred for all. In those eyes, I saw death. I tried to run away, but I found that I couldn’t tear myself away from its gaze. I was getting consumed by its power.
    All my fear, all my foreboding, all my unhappiness had been pulled out from the deep, dark corners of my mind and was now swirling before my eyes. I fell down on my knees. My thoughts were overpowering me. I sensed the dark shadow, the creature with the eyes, moving towards me, but I stood rooted to the spot, helplessly.
    Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my body. I reached out and unsheathed my sword. My eyes were blurred with pain. I made out the red eyes and slashed at them. As I did so, I received a hard blow on the head and fell back, sprawling on the ground. I looked up. My sword had been knocked out of my hand. The creature came running at me. I saw it leap towards me, brandishing what looked like a long, black blade. I tried to spring away, but my body did not respond. Instead, I fell heavily on my already injured leg. Helplessly, I looked back at the creature. I could barely glimpse the concentration in those blood-shot eyes, when its sword came tearing at me and lodged itself deep into my chest…
    I fell back, back, back, until I had almost fallen off my chair. I came to my senses. My history teacher along with half the class, was glaring at me. “Perhaps you would like to stand up from your seat,” he said, a smile spreading on his face. “Hopefully, that will keep you awake for the rest of the class.”

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