An article and a story written by Saanya as featured in the Blog have been selected to be featured in “Mensa Junior & Teen SIG ISSUE 16APRIL 2017” – “A New Experience” and “Dominoes”.
A happy moment….
Well done Saanya for the Triple Wins and being awarded in the School “Cups & Colours Assembly”.
Keep it up!
Winner of the “Ancient Roman Mythology Story Writing Competition” (enjoy your book award)
Certificate for the “UK Intermediate Maths Challenge” – “Best in Year”
Certificate for being part of the winning Team of 4 in the Team Maths Challenge in the Regional Finals at UKMT”.
As a featured member in British Mensa
A New Experience –
Visit to Parliament & Meeting Mr Sharma the honourable Member of Parliament
As said by Albert Einstein, “The only source of knowledge is experience”; and this experience was brimming with it. A couple of weeks back my family and I were invited to go to the Houses of Parliament by Mr Virendra Sharma, a Labour MP who I met previously at a TV interview and who I hold in high esteem. The date was set for the 19th December and soon enough it arrived. We came in the tube all the way to Portcullis House (one of the entrances to the Parliament), Central London. There, we were greeted by the Senior Parliamentary assistant who then toured us all around the place.
Needless to say, it was extremely interesting and he was incredibly knowledgeable. He showed us various rooms, all with their own historical importance, including: Westminster Hall (which is the only original part of the Westminster palace that didn’t burn down in 1834. St Stephen’s Chapel (a beautiful chamber lined with paintings and the very place that Charles 1st had burst in, demanding to arrest 5 of the MPs).
Now, after this, he took us down to the large room between the House of Lords and the House of Commons. It was quite the revelation to know that the Prime Minister herself was speaking in the room right next to us (although this did mean that we couldn’t enter the House of Commons due to the long queue). We did, on the other hand, get the opportunity to enter the House of Lords. While in the House of Commons, everything including the seats was green, in the House of Lords everything was red. It was quite fascinating to see how everything worked. A couple of speakers proposed their motion while a couple opposed it. There was a lord speaker who chaired the business there, a leader of the House of Lords who had several roles including giving advice at times, and a clerk of the Parliaments who again had several jobs, which included announcing business.
After some time, we left the chamber and were led to meet Mr Sharma. We first bid goodbye to our tour guide and acquaintance and then went to a café (one which was inside the Parliament). We settled down, took off our coats, and had a cup of tea. While we did so, we also held some very interesting conversations ranging from my future prospects and possibilities to Mr Sharma’s inspirational 40 years of Parliamentary work. Finally, we waved goodbye to him and our day came to an end at last.
The experience was probably one of the best that I have undergone thus far. In fact, now I look back, it was the perfect timing for our visit, as the parliament will be closing soon for refurbishment. From the whole visit, I learnt many a thing, however not only was it enlightening but also inspirational. I did pick up a lot of historical and political facts, but I was also filled with determination to be like Mr Sharma, and fight through all the hardships. And this, I will make sure to do.
60 seconds in a minute. 60 minutes in an hour. 24 hours in a day. Just 1 day of 24 hours to go. Just another 86,400 seconds left and then, our days of comfort would be over. And we would be thrown out into a whole new world.
For 9 months (I think that’s what the familiar voice said), we had been in here; our safe haven, where all I had to worry about was not kicking too much, or my friend would get hurt. I hadn’t ever seen them but I could feel them. Their heart beating against mine. To be honest, I didn’t like them very much at first. They would always steal my food and they would take up my space. I couldn’t trust them either, they promised me once that they would move over but instead they just kicked me! Eventually however they grew on me. Literally. They grew on top of me. I felt the little buds on either side of their body grow into long skinny appendages, nudging into me, and the ball balanced on the top of them, grow 4 times as large. And as I grew with them, our friendship did too.
These changes concerned me at first. We were getting too big for our home and I feared we would eventually have to be evicted. One day as I wondered of what fate awaited us, a strange smell wafted towards me. I couldn’t place it but one thing was for sure; it was horrible. Confused, I tried listening out to what the people outside were saying, and they mentioned something like “meconium aspiration”, which didn’t help ease me very much. So, I turned to my friend and started to ask them, when I heard… choking? But that couldn’t be right. I tried speaking to them but they didn’t reply. Were they playing with me? I told them it wasn’t funny but they still said nothing.
So it had to be true. My friend, they wouldn’t lie to me like this. And that meant, they were choking. No, they were dying. And what was worse, I couldn’t do a thing. I felt something running down my cheeks. Something cold; the first cold I had felt. And I hated it. I tried to cry out… but all I could do was gurgle. I cried louder, but, yet another gurgle. I was running out of options, and fast. I felt like I was drowning in the very fluid that gave me life. My head was reeling, my eyes were saturated with that cold, icy liquid. I kicked out, unable to understand what was going on. I kicked out as hard as I could, begging for someone, anyone to help. I didn’t care if I hurt someone, I just had to help them. I had to help the one friend who had been with me since I first came into existence. But the truth was clear.
A warm embrace and a kiss on the head;
A single tear rolling;
A tiny laugh escaping the mouth;
A squeeze of the hand consoling.
From the tough to the luxury;
From the streets to a manor;
From nothing to everything;
Such is love’s banner.
And so comes the 14th February;
Valentine’s day as it’s called;
The day when the gift of love is rejoiced;
And the day when old stories are told.
And on this day peace reigns;
And flies forward the dove;
And distributed are chocolates and cards;
But most of all, distributed is love.