In the Solar System-2

written and illustrated by Shreeya Sharma

The story so far (see In the Solar System-1): Long, long ago, all the planets in the Solar System lived in friendship and harmony. And then the Creator, Brahma ji, decided to send life on Earth. At first human beings respected Earth and Nature, but as time went by, they started misusing and harming Nature in a blind race for material progress. All the planets got very angry. One asteroid set out on a collision course with Earth, in order to punish the humans, but Jupiter stopped him because he had faith in humans…

Chapter 2: Farewell to Pluto

Humans continued their progress in the field of science and technology. They were still criticized by each and every object in the solar system. As I have told you, Jupiter hoped that humans would realize their mistake and improve themselves, so he never criticized the humans.

The solar system was unaware of what these scientists were planning to do to their dearest friend and the last planet, Pluto.

Scientists observed that Pluto was much too small to be classified as a planet!!

On the Earth the scientists were trapped in a big web. They could not decide what to do about Pluto.

In the solar system, a river of bad words against the humans was flowing continuously. But of course, the humans had no knowledge of all this.

The clever Sun had appointed a cloud to give them information about what was happening on Earth.   Once the cloud messenger came to the Sun looking very worried. Sun asked, “Dear cloud, what has happened? Why are you so worried? What is happening on Earth? Is every thing all right?”

“No …….no Your Majesty, the humans ……have made an announcement……… that ……….. that…..our Pluto………………… no longer a………..a………. planet!!” The cloud said in tears.

The solar system was dumbfounded! Jupiter cried out: “I am really sorry friends, that I said humans are good. I was wrong. They are worse than anyone could have imagined!……….”

Poor Pluto was as quiet as if he were really dead!

To be continued …

Shreeya Sharma is 11 years old. She is a student of class VII at Bal Bharti Public School, Pusa Road, New Delhi, India. She loves to play tennis and badminton, reading, net surfing, dancing, singing, writing and art. She is a struggling blogger and dreams of becoming a dancer, a singer, a writer, a scientist and an artist.

The Fateful Science Project

by Akshdeep Singh

People say I’m a clumsy klutz, and after some incidents in my life, I believe them. The most bizzare of these is as follows:
It was winter time …
Hell I’ve got to submit my science project today, or I’m a goner. Needless to say, I’m already a goner. The chill wind agrees with me.
“Hi!” said Ranja , as I climbed up the stairs. “Having a good day?”
I scowled. “I expect my days to be dark and gloomy from now … my science project isn’t very good.”
Which was true–I knew very well that my hurriedly assembled soil structure project would need heavy doses of fixes and truckloads of makeover to make it pass muster.
The silly project consisted of the awe-inspiring cardboard box whose interiors were buried in sand and dust. In fact, I later heard a rumour that it was a sandbox for the nursery section!
Even though I was absorbed in my own thoughts, I noticed Ranja ‘s project–a chart that he was clutching in his hand as if it was made of gold! I racked my brain (I always do that!) to remember what Ranja had been working on, but in vain!
“What’s your project about, Ranja?”
“About.. about what?”
“Uhh, about your project?”
“Well, what about it?”
“Don’t act the dunce … what is your project about?”
“Ah, yes! It’s about ‘the uses of trees’ of course”.
“Ah, yes, yes. Mind if I look at it?”
“Of course not, but wait till we reach the classroom”.
Once inside the classroom, he showed me his project rather proudly. And it was really nice. He got full marks for it (good for him!)–and needless to say, I failed!I winced when our science teacher announced this!
I had tucked it away safely inside the cubbyhole of my desk like a shameful secret, but Akshit’s hand moved in and out before I could say “Stop!”, and there was my project, on his lap!
“Wow, look at the future of science projects!” he smirked sarcastically.
“GIVE IT BACK!” I was losing my temper. Already sore about failing, I was smouldering on a short fuse as it was, and Akshit’s jeers did nothing to help!
“No way–let me see it properly!”
I tried to get it back; he tried to pull it towards him. Together, we proved Newton’s Third Law of Motion. My ill-fated project had its supreme moment, as it got ripped to shreds!
I was looking daggers (swords, rather) at Akshit. He was glaring back at me, and there followed an exchange of unprintable remarks.
The class was in fits of laughter all around us!
The teacher, meanwhile, had stepped outside the class, and so, had missed the entire drama. I opened my mouth and raised my voice to complain:
“Rampal, stop screaming in class! And incidentally, please get some notebooks from 8-B”. She crisply ordered, casting a damper over my anger.
“Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!” screeched the shrill notes of the bell–if it were any shriller, only bats would be able to hear it!
And so, ended my fateful science project, in an avalanche of mud and sand, all over the classroom floor, the desks, Akshit and me!
Akshdeep Singh is 14 years old and a student of class IX at Guru Harkrishan Public School, Loni Road. His hobbies and interests include Science, reading and writing.

Akshdeep wishes to thank his friend, 14 year-old Rajkumar from Europe for collaboration and editorial support.

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