The H.T Scholarship 2018

Every year our school selects 10 shining students from every division who appear for the H.T. Scholarship.

I was privileged to be among the 60 students who won the Hindustan Times Scholarship ( Mumbai ) for the year 2018. Here is the essay I wrote on the topic:

Are we addicted to our mobile phones and computer technology? if so, how can we reduce the addiction?

             ESCAPING THE ‘CELL’

“Cellphones are so convenient that they are an inconvenience”

– Haruki Murakami


The greatest puzzles answered using Google, grocery ordered on Big Basket, food delivered with a swipe of a finger using Swiggy, all the while assisted by Alexa. The smart technology of the 21st century has surely made our lives convenient. However, for this ease, we have traded our souls, with 44% of Indian adolescents suffering from mobile addiction and 66% of adults suffer from nomophobia, the fear of being away from our mobile phones. They are holding us prisoners, no wonder they are called cell phones!!

The computer and mobile technology do offer immense benefits, but we have to be watchful of falling prey to their obsessive craving. Overuse of these tools can lead not just to eye strain and neck problems but also sleep disturbances, depression and anxiety.

The time has come to disconnect to connect. I am taking a pledge to be a conscious, mindful and disciplined user of cell phone and computer technology, promising myself to use the phone only for emergencies. Promising myself to open a book instead of my browser and writing a birthday card instead of a group message.  Most importantly, cherishing myself for who I truly am, not the likes my pictures get or the number of followers I have.

Do join me as I take this pledge for now is the moment to open the windows of our hearts and hear the real twitter of birds, now is the moment for #realme!!

                                                                                   -By Lavanya Gupta


A single smile,

enough to make my day.

A single word,

enough to erase my sorrow.

You are the reason,

I am here,

and who I am today…

You are my hope,



You are more than my friend,

You are my salvation.

                                                                                        -By Lavanya Gupta


I remember,

here in the glen,

a young girl used to sit,

on a little piece of wood; a swing.

To and fro,

higher and higher,

Until she could reach the clouds……..

Long golden hair,

shining in the sunshine,

tied back with a red ribbon,

Maple coloured eyes,

lit with childish energy,

A smile,

dancing on her lips.

Her youth was captured forever there,

Among periwinkles and honeysuckles.


Eighty years later,

as I sit on my rickety swing,

I remember the girl I once was –

Vivacious, light-hearted, funny, jovial;

and here I am now,

Weak and frail.

As I took in all the beauty around me for the last time,

my glance fell on a red ribbon,

lying in the mud,

and I was drowning in a sea of memories….

-By Lavanya Gupta




Amidst the dark, ominous clouds,

Hidden, a rainbow.

In that pool of stones,

Hidden, is a diamond.

Among the flocks of smiling faces,

Hidden, is a crying one.

Far in those teary eyes,

Hidden, is love.

In that life of sorrow,

Hidden, is a driving hope.

Behind those hastily tied plaits,

Hidden, a life of conflict.

Somewhere in  that shaky voice,

Hidden, a warrior; somewhere.

And the little girl went to school,

more than what everyone saw;

You see she was a Jew,

in Nazi Germany.

                                                                                        -By Lavanya Gupta



I’m sorry,

for being your friend.

I’m sorry,

for not being your friend.

I’m sorry,

for telling you stuff I should not have,

it’s all my fault.

I’m sorry,

for not telling you stuff I should have,

friends don’t keep secrets right..

I’m sorry,

for not being there when I should have,

I’m sorry,

for being there when I should not have been….

I’m sorry,

for making you unhappy,

those tears were all my fault.

I’m sorry,

for  making you smile…

sometimes you just have to let go.

Mostly I am sorry that you ever had to get to know me……..

                                                                                            -By Lavanya Gupta


As her fingers danced

on the faded yellowed keys,

a piece of wood began to sing.

Black and white keys,

meaning nothing to someone else,

were that girl’s lifeline.

Her comfort

when life’s dark clouds,

threatened to wipe out her smile;

When her burden,

seemed too heavy to carry;

When sorrow lay hidden,

behind every strained smile;

When the love and comfort,

of home, seemed too far from her grasp….

The piano was more than just an instrument for her,

It was a home,

A  hope,

A family…..

It was far from merely a piece of wood,

It was dreams, aspirations, fantasy,

And faith in a beautiful future……

                                                                         -By Lavanya Gupta

Gone Forever…

At first you’re there,

and then you’re gone.

You’re like the stars fading away,

or a dream that never came true.

You are my love and sorrow,

and hope for tomorrow,

all packed into one.

Your smile,

enough to make the clouds disappear.

Your soul and heart,

a part of me,

now gone forever.

As I gazed into your now stone cold eyes,

as you were lowered into the earth;

I knew, truly then,

that you were gone forever…

-By Lavanya Gupta

Turning Tables

What is a friend?

Someone who cares,

Someone who holds your hand through thick and thin,

Who sees you for who you truly are

Who puts a smile on your face,

and is the first to wipe your tears.

You were my friend once…

What is an enemy?

Someone who dislikes you,

Someone who inflicts pain or crushing defeat on you,

Who sees you as a pawn or a threat

Who doesn’t help when you fall down;

but stands laughing in the sidelines.

You and I- we’re enemies now…

                                                                                            – By Lavanya Gupta


So, you’re really going now,

I guess I should have seen this coming.

Yet here I stand,

fumbling in the darkness,

now that my light has gone.

And you’ve actually disappeared now,

yet here I am grasping in the shadows,

and my hands reach nothing.

Now you’re nothing more than  a mere memory,

a prayer or a dream.

And I’m still here;

stumbling in the gloom…………

– By Lavanya Gupta

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