The World of Books

PLAY WITH WORDS

OCTOBER 24th, 2019
Fold them, and then let the paper boats float calmly in my puddles
of thoughts, while I stand on dry ground and admire my origami.
Sew them together, in a big piece of cloth and then hang it
somewhere- like a tapestry. A tapestry that tells my story. A
tapestry, sewn with delicacy in exquisite threads.
Tie them one to one and make a big string. And attach that string
to a kite as blue as the waters. Jump and throw it off to wander
anywhere in the whole colossal sky. So that it explores, learns and
understands.
Attach them, in a wonderful pretty looking dress-with white laces
and lilac ribbons and scarlet bows and crimson folds and silver
blue belts and a green corset.
Mix them with water and dip in a brush then. And move my hand
as it wants on the plane dull-white sheet. Let the colors dance with
my fingers and make a piece exotic and vibrant.
Paste them to chimes so that they rattle as the breeze blows. So
that they rejoice and celebrate even the winds. So that they click
with each other.
Put them around a light bulb- so that they glow and spread the
light and hope. And shower the world with the glow of happiness.
Dangle them in a string and wear them around my neck. Have
their feelings float exactly over my heart. Wear them, with pride.
Hide them, in between the pages of my favorite book. So that i
search for them  I keep rereading them when I find them.
Rhyme them in a song, in a tune. So I hum them when I am alone
or dance to them or just recite them, plain and simple. Maybe fill
them with beats of drums and notes of the piano and chords of the
guitar.
Leave them among the butterflies, in a field of dandelions. So that
they learn to fly and admire and appreciate. So that they learn to
blow away the whiskers of failure as the dandelions do.
Pin them to my hair and let them jump around and dance and
glide with me. Let them get soaked in the rain and face the
scorching sun.
Drop them in the river – its bed made from daggers and knives
and shields and armors and swords and arrows. So that they learn
about valor and bravery. And understand the meaning of
sacrifices as they taste the blood of the old and forgotten dissolves
in the water.
Hang them to the clouds. To let them play hide and seek with the
stars. To let them shine with them. To let them face the dark.
Throw them into the waterfalls. So that they become fierce, gain agility
and cut through rocks. To let them fall from heights in the river’s
lap. To let them learn to fight.
Let them stay in a desert, buried in the sands of time. So that they
learn how priceless it is. So that they learn to make their mark
upon it. So that they learn the significance of a whisper in the
wilderness, in the middle of nowhere.
Set them to lose in a labyrinth of darkness and light, hope and
despair, love and hate. So that they learn to choose, decide and
believe that their decision to turn left from the aisle and then right
is correct.
Carve them in rocks. So that they are remembered forever, even
by the posterity, even by the past.
-Khushi Jain

My Enid lands

SEPTEMBER 22, 2019

Enid Blyton has always been a children’s favorite, be it through her Bedtime stories or the Famous Five. There have rarely been people who haven’t come across the Noddy jingle and it will perhaps continue to be the case. Blyton has been the author who added emotions to our first personal friends, our very own toys. What follows is a small mold of my soul dedicated to one of the best children’s author.

The land of books had got me hooked
As I stepped up on the ladder
At the age of mere five, it felt so right
For I jumped into this cradle.
First knew no nooks of fancy books
And sulked on to the side
I sifted through the unclear shelf
Of elder’s black and white
Facts, Figures, and Fiction, so-closed-up tight!
Crimes, Innovations, Circus hah
Adding to my might.
Then a curly shadow
Look!
There’s something on the side
I saw a clown Noddying its head
Seemed like a happy sight!
I rushed back home in jump and bleh
Ran the pages- twice!
Suddenly my toys were a talking mystery
Then I visited the Famous Five
The Toyland roared, through Enchanted Woods
Hurrah-Hurrah! Said I
Creatures, Screechers, Summer preachers
None could try and spite.
Found the Missing Chair, I ran in Malory fair!
Had found a bedtime pal there after
Lulling through my hair.
She’s my Enid. Soul.
-Narita Bajaj

An Ode to the Fairies of Fairytales

September 22, 2019

“Then the fairy waved her wand
And showered silver magic
Making blessings and miracles
Of all that had been tragic”
And now that I look back
On the days of childhood gales
I find it was the fairies
Who were the heroines of the tales
Because they taught me more
More than Cinderella and Snow White
And Ariel and Belle and Rapunzel
In her tower of height
They taught me to never lose faith
In the powers of my dreams
For they can turn pumpkins into carriages
Unbelievable though it may seem
They taught me to fight for my rights
Stand up to the ones who wrong me
And stand strong and stand-alone
Even if no one’s beside me
They taught me to be strong,
Rebellious and smart and clever
And take the reins in my hands
For all of my endeavors
They taught me to not wait for a prince
The poor fellow might be stuck in some tree
They taught me I was enough
And will always be enough for me
They taught me that I don’t need to be saved
I have a throne and I am a queen
I am resilient and tenacious
And stronger than I seem
But most importantly they taught me
That if I ever see another girl down
I should offer my hand, lift her up
And quietly help her fix her crown

– Khushi Jain


MY INTRODUCTION TO THE CRAZY WORLD OF BOOKS

September 13, 2019

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It was a regular library period in 6th grade when I picked up this book with this very interesting cover; a girl sitting on a big pile of books.
“Matilda” by Roald Dahl it said. I sat and began to read it. It was fascinating for a 6th-grade student to read about this small world of a girl who loves to read and is brilliant and possibly had even superpowers??
Every night before sleeping I would sit for an hour and read that book. And soon enough and quite unknowingly that one hour became the most exciting part of my day. I was blown by the way the book was written. What made this book so interesting for me were all the supposedly funny and weird sounding words. The story of this outrageous little girl who was so smart that her mind simply couldn’t contain it. And it’s so fascinating to read about how she felt as if the entire world was against her except for her teacher Miss Honey. She is the only one who didn’t just understand but relate to her. All her excessive reading was something which started to make me want to read more and more.
“The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives. She went on olden-day sailing ships with Joseph Conrad. She went to Africa with Ernest Hemingway and to India with Rudyard Kipling. She traveled all over the world while sitting in her little room in an English village”
 ~ Matilda
It was after three weeks of reading for one hour every day that I had finally finished my very first book. I was in love with the feeling of delving into a story which soon became almost too real for me. It wasn’t a long time before I started to hunt for more Roald Dahl’s works, and for the next two years, I read every single book by him that I could find. The best part was the rough sketches of these very accurate illustrations in the books which made the experience so much more fun for the little me. Even today when I go back to reading Dahl’s books, it brings back all the memories of my very innocent, happy yet a very joyful childhood. There is a certain sense of innocence and simplicity in what he writes and the way he writes it; his out-of-the-box vocabulary is what stands out the most. There is not quite anything that can take away the simple pleasure of reading his books, again and again, Matilda being at the top of my list.
“You seemed so far away”, Miss Honey whispered, awestruck.
“Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings”, Matilda said.
“It was wonderful.”
~ Matilda, Roald Dahl 
-Shreeyam Kedia

WONDERLAND

September 1, 2019
That beautiful summer morning
Choosing childhood over warnings
I followed the girl in the blue frock
And the white rabbit with the running clock
And entered a topsy-turvy world
With each chapter which unfurled
A world where possibilities were banned
It was in a true sense a Wonderland
An unforgettable tryst with a feline
With a heavily unsettling smile
Words soft as whispering bells
And a propensity for disappearing spells
The little hand then turned south
It was time to put the cup to mouth
And Mad Hatter’s Tea Party began
And then it all went against the plan
For someone had slyly dared to chart
A course to irritate the Queen of Hearts
With her pie chewed, they were very well fed
While she kept chanting ‘Off with your head’
Suddenly then the dream did pass
Oh, what a wonder it had been alas
Not to fret the ephemeral stages
I’ll revisit them through the pages
But that’s not all that there is to see
A mirrored world also waits for me
With a chance to chat with Humpty Dumpty
And play around with Tweedledee
So, let not age be a barrier
But a wonderful dream carrier
Because trust me it’s absolutely serene
To be reading Caroll’s Alice at nineteen
– Khushi Jain


The Magic Room 

 October 23, 2018

You would know it to be a magic room,
But it’s not a tale of fantasy.
We create magic here!
The students cast spells, with wands that sparkle blues and blacks.
We take them to the world of dragons, princesses, castles, and fairies,
And their gleaming eyes wait restlessly,
To know and explore the chambers of secrets.
They are the young wizards away from the gloomy darkness,
They are the young bright souls who can overpower the monsters taking over the world,
And no, they won’t need a flying carpet or magic broom to fly,
For their bright minds will have them succeed and reach the top of the sky.

(The Magic Room i.e. the Jahangirpuri center, with efforts of Wordsworth volunteers & Teach for India Fellowship interns has completed 4 years of successful classes.)


The Enigma Of Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory

October 14, 2018

And one of them asked
“How can the factory be sooo big and made of chocolate”?
While the other one says
“Even I want to go to Willy Wonka’s factory”

Riya curiously asks “Can I be the 6th child, please?”

And the story flows from several questions and curiosity, they experience everything from Chocolate Factory to Charlie’s poverty.
Then the class ends but the story is still incomplete, they go on requesting me to take half an hour extra as the curiosity is still there as to what happens in the Chocolate Factory.
With a broken heart, they go and in the next class, they are the first ones to come.

“Everything in this room is edible.
Even I’m edible.
But, that would be called cannibalism.
It is looked down upon in most societies.”

And again the journey begins, Charlie Bucket lives with his parents and his grandparents. They depend on his father’s income but then he lost his job.
Hearing this they asked intriguing “Why is he poor?”
“How will he go to the factory?”
When they comprehend that he finally finds the golden tickets, they are the happiest and somehow also start believing in miracles.
Anger surrounded them when they found out about the other 4 spoiled brats who will go to the factory. Their teasing made them more furious.
But happiness overcame the anger and they become excited again.
“Now we will know what is in the factory,” says Nitin
And the journey starts. Labels in the factory say;

EATABLE MARSHMALLOW PILLOWS
LICKABLE WALLPAPER FOR NURSERIES
HOT ICE CREAMS FOR COLD DAYS
COWS THAT GIVE CHOCOLATE MILK
FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS
SQUARE SWEETS THAT LOOK ROUND

Happy as they were, not caring about anyone they just enjoyed the journey.
Nisha asked, “Can we forget the story anyhow and we listen to it again?”
Satisfied and happy they went home, giving me homework to find a story similar to Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.

– Kajal


Roald Dahl and the World of Stories

January 11, 2017

Ever since I can remember, Roald Dahl has always been a part of my life and my reading experiences. His work always touches your heart and forms a smile on your face. Over the years, kids all around the world have grown up reading Roald Dahl books and feeling inspired by the imagery created by his work.

I remember sitting in a corner in my room reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, totally engrossed in the world of chocolate. It was one of my early reading experiences and I am still a big fan of that book.

Apart from this, the other book by Roald Dahl that is very close to me is The Roald Dahl Treasury. I remember picking an old copy of that book from my school library. It is a vast collection of stories, poems, essays and even letters highlighting all kinds of fascinating fictional characters that we all fall in love with.

Roald Dahl has been one of the finest, creative and inspiring children writers of all times. And we at The WordsWorth Project truly embrace his work and want to introduce the world of Roald Dahl to our kids.

Fantastic Mr. Fox is a book by Roald Dahl that revolves around a clever fox named Mr. Fox who lives underground beside a tree with his wife and four children. In order to provide for his family, he makes nightly visits to farms owned by three wicked and cruel farmers. The story highlights his smart and creative ideas to feed his family. This book has been a favourite among the kids and The WordsWorth Project is trying to collect copies of this book to provide them for the kids.

Therefore, we have started a collection drive for copies of Fantastic Mr. Fox. Help us get Fantastic Mr. Fox and let us spread smiles and stories for the children who would love reading it!

“I guess you think you know this story. You don’t. The real one’s much gorier.” – Roald Dahl


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