Make me an instrument

Make me an instrument of your peace: 
Where there is hatred,let me bring love. 
Where there is injury,your pardon,Lord, 
and where ther's doubt,true faith in you. 


Where there's discouragement,let me bring hope. 
Where there is darkness let me bring your light, 
and where there's sadness,let me bring joy 


It is in pardoning that we are pardoned. 
It is in giving that we do receive, 
and it's in dying that we're born to life.

St. Thevenent-Blue house song

Around the flag unite,

Stand brave,stand true.

Under the blue and white,

A flag for me and you.

Proudly through light we shall go forth,

Honor without renown we bear,

Firm as a cross our heart shall be,

Faith will be the crown that we will wear.

Duty and truth, shall be stars,

Jewels both radiant and rare.

Good deeds shall play upon life's harp,

Music ever fair...Music ever fair...Music ever fair...

Pics to Share.......By Priamvada Viswanathan

Our Class 6 class photo.. with Mrs Mehta

At one of our Socials... dancing to 'popcorn'.Haripriya,Vandana, Vijaylakshmi,Rashmi and moi

Anjali, Vijaylakshmi and me -- First time we wore Sarees..

Me as the muse of lyrical poetry -Class 10th Mrs Khanna's Class

St. Joseph's House Song

In winters in summers in sunshine and in rain,

St. Joseph's girls are happy again,

Gathered around the bright banner of gold,

Carried by students of oo....old,

Work and pray is our motto bold.

We' ll help each other through the day....aa,

With merry laughter and voices gay,

Through bright and stormy weather,

We' ll find are way together.

In winters in summers in sunshine and in rain,

St. Joseph's girls are happy again,

Gathered around the white banner of gold,

Carried by students of oo--old,

Work and pray is our motto bold.

Isha Chopra, 2004 Batch

St Francis House Song

"let all the Franciscans now join in the song.
.vi va la company.... 
success to each other n pass it along vi va la company...
uphold ur motto whatever u say..
honour n service will carry the day..
carry the day honour the day..
vi va..laa company.... 
a friend on ur left and a friend on ur right..
vi va la company..
in love n friendship let all of us unite vi va la company.......
Uphold your motto whatever you do ,
honour and service we credit to you,
credit to you , honour to you, viva la companie"

‎OUR SCHOOL SONG

Hold High the Torch and keep it burning
To light your way at every turning,
For in life's path a labyrinthine way
Is there to lead our steps astray.
So keep your torch a-burning bright
And never let its brilliant light
Be snuffed by a careless hand.
Dear C.J.M our school we love you,
Dear nuns and teachers, we love you too.
'Tis you who give to us life's torch to bear,
To spread its light in this world everywhere.
So keep your torch a-burning bright
And never let its brilliant light
Be snuffed by a careless hand.
Hold High the Torch,Hold High the Torch
And keep it burning..........

"A Beautiful Valley"

A valley so beautiful,
So serene and peaceful.
Nestled in the foothills of Himalayas,
It has it's reference even in the Vedas and Purana s.
The valley, referred to as the Gateway to Mussoorie,
Yes I am talking about our beautiful Dehradun, nicknamed as the ' Doon Valley'.
Famous for it's scenic beauty,
Once visited, no one can forget this radiant city.
Dehradun was derived from deraa n doon,
Which means camping in the valley- doon.
It is renowned for it's natural resources,
educational institutes n publishing services.
FRI,IMA,Malsi deer park, laxman sidh n tapkeshwar,
Guchhupani, lachiwala, sahastradhara are some of the attractions you will find there.
Blessed with all the four seasons,
Doon is loved by all,for endless reasons.
Winters come with frozen hands and red cheeks,
Chattering teeth make it difficult, for us to speak.
Mornings are glistened with the dew drops,
and evenings are spent at the bunntikki stall.
Mango trees during the summer,
invite parrots from all over.
Lichis so delicious and red,
make us lurk as bees around them.
Although far from doon,
My heart always wishes to be there soon.
It's the love for the city,
Which will never fade.
Those auto, vikram n tonga rides to school,
Those smart school dresses n our attitude so cool;)
Evenings in doon are full of fun,
The cool breeze n the rains,
followed by tea with r favorite samosa n bun.
Those drives till the Rajpur diversion,
Then visiting the Sai Mandir gave our life a new vision.
No doonite can forget The Rajpur Road,
Many hearts melted, met n got connected there.
It adds beauty to a relation,
You will smile n forget your pain whatever may be the situation.
Great Value and Madhuban stand like pillars of pride,
Rajpur is the best place for the romantic long drives ;)
Who can forget the flowers from "charan das phool wala"
be it for valentines,friendship day or for a varr mala.
Rajpur ke pakodey,
Logon ko Batorey.
Pizza and chinese at the Countdown,
was one of the hep places of the town.
Pastries and cakes of Elloras and Grand,
made our B'day parties out-stand.
The round round Sunrise rusk,
was so delicious and mast.
My taste buds still crave for the Kwality toffees,
and the mouth watering variety at Kumar Sweets.
The Jhandewala chowk with the glittering shops n chaat stalls,
the camped market was more fun than any mall.
Our 'Ghantaa Ghar' with it's six clocks,
Is the city's beautiful red block.
It's the gateway to Paltan Bazaar,
Where you get everything- clothes, accessories, decors n even achaar..;)
After shopping you can enjoy the famous 'Kumar ki Kulfi'
It will rejuvenate your taste buds as it's so yummy.
After Holi comes the famous " Jhande ka Mela"
which attracts punjabis, who come there for their yearly feraa.
Viraasat at SJA,
had Doon invited at one place.
On one end of Doon you have "Daat Kali Mandir"
and on the other end the beautiful " Sai Mandir".
In Raipur is the peaceful Gurudwara- Nanaksar,
During Saavan no one misses their visit to Tapkeshwar.
Feels GREAT to have been born and brought up there,
the peace i get there..tried but have found no where.
In the laps of nature lies our small "valley of doon"
Craddled by nature,
with beauty so divine and pure.
Simrat
Aug 2011.

Sail

i could feel my heart leaving,

i leapt and kept it safe in its place,

thank god it was functional

though very mechanical.

when i left it on its own it rushed to one pole.

my mind was very helpful,

it gave correct and practical instructions,

the logic was correct, meaning was crystal clear,

but what to tell my heart- it was like an untamed colt

every feeling that persisted was so true and pure.

trapped i stood between both the truths,

which one to follow confused me more.

time is the greatest healer i came t know,

scars so deep within are yet to go.

i hold no grudges as may be i was destined for it,

all these situations taught me lot more,

i am glad god chose me to be part of all this,

i can feel so deeply is now that i know.

earlier my attention was drawn twords what i was loosing,

till that one smile i brought made me feel as the world belongs to me.

today i lie calm and composed waiting for what is yet to come.

than k you god for blessing me with such lovely family and friends,

they helped me sail with the sinking ship .



riddhi
2 aug 2011

zindagi

bahut koshish ki maine ki sambhal kar chalun,


sahare na lekar main khud se hi chalon,


hui khadi jab kadam badaya,


thokar hi khani padi hai,


jagah tumahari jab zindagi batati hai,


har achchyi bhi zeher si lagti hai.


ummeed ka daman chod ne ki bahut koshish kari, chot lagne par takleef bhi bahut sahi,


najane kahan se ye aas bandh jati hai, na chahte hue bhi ye mera daman nahi chodti hai,


himmat nahi hai muj main fir bhi ye kadam aage badh jate hain,


thokar khakar ladkhadate hain,


fir bhi na jane ye hausla kahan se ata hai,


bikharne k baad bhi ye samay chalata hai,


sahara milta nahi khud ka sahara banna padta hai,


zindagi ki iss reet se kabhi kabhi mann bhar jata hai.


by: Riddhi.

Secret of CJMites

CJM is a bed full of red roses,
to live perfectly, here we get the best doses.
We go there for studying but...
it is done at last.
As we do such activities,
which are nothing less than a blast.

Library which is meant for reading books,
makes us sleepy by its looks.
The room so cool, big and airy,
becomes the resting lap of a fairy.

Infirmary, the room for the sick,
is one of the places, we love to sit.
We all make excuses to sit there and chat,
Seeing 'Sr.Hilary' we all are flat.

When one enters the school gate late,
she is in a horrible state.
Tries hard to be excused at any rate,
Although 'Mr.Ganguly' is there to decide her fate.
For hiding we use the needle-work room,
if not caught, like flowers we bloom.

When 'Bahadur Bhaiya' enters our class,
we feel like offering him a water filled glass.
We all wait for him every morning,
for us he is a blessing.
He informs us about the absent teachers,
which makes yell as mad creatures.

For chatting and enjoying we go...behind the red block,
we are never tired , for we have never ending stock.
In our free periods, we climb the newly bulit stony wall,
we use our chairs to climb, as we are not so tall.
There we march, enjoy and dance together,
holding hands, supporting each other.

Tiffins are finished before the interval,
we fight to eat, although it looks so evil.
In the interval we beg for money,
because we all have never filling tummies.

This all, we did throughout,
and I have disclosed them before leaving out.
We enjoyed our days in every weather,
lovingly living as a family together.

Finally, the time has come to depart,
we look at each other with tear filled heart(s).
THANK YOU CJM for your deep love,
which will stay with us...
for all times to come.

Simrat 
FEB 2002