It was a Saturday…

It was a Saturday , Sreehitha and I saw a poster for REPORTERS (a club at school). We decided to take part and chose WEATHER as our topic. We talked to our teachers about the weather and Sudesh sir advised us to check the weather data from the Automatic Weather Station (AWS) which is installed outside Kaveri. This Automatic Weather Station is owned by the IMD. IMD is an organization for monitoring weather in India. IMD’s full form is Indian Meteorological Department. Sudesh sir taught us how to collect the data from the weather station. It was very fascinating for us when Sudesh sir was teaching us because it was the first time we had seen how it works. We were very thankful because we had got an opportunity to learn how to collect data from an AWS. After 2-3 days, when we got used to it, Sudesh sir gave us the key and told us that we could come everyday to collect data. This was a very big responsibility for us because if we lost the key, we would be in big trouble. We went to the AWS to collect data everyday by ourselves and Arun sir used to accompany us sometimes when he was free.

This is some of the data we collected:

3rd July

Temperature: 22.8


Humidity: 92.2%

4th July

Temperature – 23.7

Rainfall -0.00 mm

Humidity -93.0%

8th July



Rainfall 1hr-0.5mm

10th July


Rainfall -22.0mm

Rainfall 1hr -0.0mm

Humidity -99.2%

We were planning to display the data everyday for the whole school to see but the WEATHER STATION did not collect data sometimes. We brought this up with Shirali sir and came up with the idea of setting up a manual weather station for our school. A weather station is a set of instruments which helps in measuring the rainfall ,wind direction and speed, temperature etc., We also came to know that the AWS was supposed to automatically send data to IMD but it did not do this because when we checked on the IMD website there was no data from our school’s AWS. It looks like our AWS needs to be fixed. We would like to continue collecting data when our school gets its own weather station. It was a very memorable experience and we also had a lot of fun.


Ananya Sondhi


How many wildflowers,
White, violet, indigo
Can you crush under your feet 
At a go?
No, don’t stop to count,
Flowers arise even before they are about to drop dead.

I hold on to Faiz tightly as I stroll past sunkissed streams,
He hums hanswadhwani all along.

I falter and fall,
Truth is we have all forgotten love .



Crumpled paper, scribbled on
tossed aside; all the marrow
sucked out. The ember- feeble,
You question the turning of your cogs.
What makes you tick?
Or the more pressing one,
Why should you?
For the regal River,
Running deep, dark and magnificent?
Or faces, equally so?
With eyes that glisten
With the meaning of life
a secret, that must never be told-
its a mere fantasy. Lulled into
oblivion by a single prick
of Reality (If one exists)
Or is it, a whiff of petrichor
or some other sensuous smell
One of many the earth has to offer.
Or is it, the heady musk of
yellowed pages, beckoning?
These have seen many a fingers
slip through doors, to places unknown
Or biting, stinging, impetuous winds
Sending leaves of gold
Cascading down turbulent waters
Or opening windows to blue velvet,
Scattered bits of soul
Burning holes through it,
This is all there is and much more.

But truth is stranger than fiction
Falsity, an old companion
Truth be told- this patchwork
of white lies is
That there is no substance to life
shall soon be revealed.
To live is to lie.
(Mostly to oneself)
How long till you divine
from bare threads of
a once comforting quilt of lies
The only meaning is, perhaps
in non-existence.


Hear the voice of the Bard!

Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future sees
Whose ears have heard,
The Holy Word, 
That walk’d among the ancient trees.
Calling the lapsed Soul
And weeping in the evening dew:
That might controll,
The starry pole;
And fallen fallen light renew!

O Earth O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.

Turn away no more:
Why wilt thou turn away
The starry floor
The watry shore
Is giv’n thee till the break of day. ”

– William Blake


About this blog

This blog – as its name will tell you – is about current happenings in Sahyadri School. We wish to share with all parents of the school, and all our former students, news concerning events that are taking place in the term: News about assemblies and plays put up; about workshops that have been offered; about activities in the arts and crafts section, the Origami section and the tinker shed; about nature walks and the tantalising discoveries often made during these walks; about talks given by teachers and visitors; about the weekend films screened; and many more things besides. It is our way of reaching out to all those who are connected with us. We hope that it will give you a peek into the life at Sahyadri, into the fun things that are happening on campus and also the many challenges we face. Do please write back to us telling us what you feel about the blog!

– Shailesh Shirali