The Invisible Competition
“So what are you good at?”
There’s a particular silence that follows when you don’t have a quick answer. Not because you’re not good at anything — because nothing about you feels impressive enough to say out loud. But nobody ever told you that you had to be. There was no starting whistle, no finish line, no medal waiting. And yet, from a young age, most of us find ourselves running in a race nobody asked us to enter. Who started it? Maybe nobody did. Maybe we did.
Where It Comes From
Improvement is healthy — until it quietly turns into comparison. Instead of “I did better than last time,” we think “Did I do better than them?” Someone else’s success becomes the ruler we use to measure our own worth.
School teaches this early — a topper in every class, someone always ranked and pointed out — until we get so good at celebrating the finishers that we forget the people still running. At home, it sounds gentler but sounds the same: “Why can’t you be more like them?” Hearing enough times, it changes a question inside us, from “How can I improve?” to “Why am I not as good as them?” The first gives you somewhere to go. The second convinces you you’re already behind. And then there’s social media, showing us everyone’s medals, everyone’s best Tuesday — while we forget that we’re comparing our ordinary moments to someone else’s highlight reel. Was that ever a fair fight?
What We’re Actually Afraid Of
Underneath it all isn’t really about grades or followers. It’s smaller, and far more human: Will anyone notice me if I’m not the best? Failing is a moment. Being forgettable feels permanent. Somewhere along the way, “being noticed” got confused with “being the best.” They were never the same thing.
And even if you win, the finish line keeps moving — become the topper, someone else scores higher elsewhere; win the competition, there’s always another one. There is no final victory. There is only the next person to catch up to.
The Person You Don’t See
The person you’re comparing yourself to is probably comparing themselves to someone else too. The confident one might be secretly terrified. Someone, right now, might be looking at your ordinary life wishing they had exactly what you’ve stopped noticing you have. Everyone believes everyone else is ahead. Nobody’s really winning — they’re just better at hiding how far behind they feel too.
Ambition isn’t the enemy; the question was never whether to try, it’s why. Growing because you want to, and growing to prove you’re better than someone else, look identical from outside but feel nothing alike from inside. So instead of “Am I better than them?” — try “Am I better than I was yesterday?” Think of the people you actually admire. Rarely the best at everything. Usually just steady, the ones who kept showing up on days nobody was clapping. That was never ordinary. It just never came with a trophy.
The Race We Actually Need to Run
There will always be someone faster, sharper, more visible than you. That’s not a failure. Maybe the real danger was never losing this invisible race — maybe it was spending your one life looking sideways, forgetting where you were actually going. Next time someone achieves something remarkable, admire them without shrinking. Next time you fail, learn without calling yourself a failure. And next time you ask “Am I better than them?” — pause, and ask instead:
“Am I becoming better than the person I was yesterday?”
There was never a whistle. There was never a finish line. Maybe there was never a race to win in the first place.
Article by Aaravi More 7A
Independence Day
India celebrates its Independence Day annually on 15th August to commemorate the nation’s liberation from British colonial rule in 1947. This monumental day marks the transition of legislative sovereignty to the Indian Constituent Assembly, nearly ending two centuries of British Governance.
Independence Day is observed as a national holiday across India, marked by immense patriotic fervor. The day connects citizens through shared cultural roots and civic pride.
- The Red Fort Ceremony: The sitting Prime Minister unfurls the national flag, receives a 21-salute gun, and addresses the nation from the ramparts of Red Fort.
- Local Festivities: Schools, offices, and residential societies hold flag hosting ceremonies, sing the national anthem, and organize vibrant cultural programs.
- Skyline of the Tricolors: Millions of households drape their premises in the tricolor, and the tradition of flying kites fills the skies with festive energy.
- Decades into its independence, the celebration has evolved from a historical tribute into a futuristic milestone. Contemporary focus has shifted heavily toward building self-reliance and technological leadership.
By- Name: Prem Salunke
Class: 7B
The Little Light
Master of the crown:
*”The Thread That Binds Me”* – Anushree Ingole 8A
In moments bright and shadows deep,
I’ve walked with hearts I vowed to keep.
Not born of blood, but chosen true,
My soul found home in friends like you.
When storms would rise and hopes would fade,
You stood by me, unafraid.
A silent glance, a steady hand,
No need for words to understand.
Through time and trials, near or far,
You’re in my sky, my northern star.
We walked as one, though feet were two—
The world felt less when walked with you.
In you, I find a sacred trust,
A bond that doesn’t fade or rust.
No matter where our roads may bend,
I carry you, my dearest friend.
So if you ask what friendship means,
It’s you in all my in-betweens.
In every breath, in every part—
You are the echo in my heart.
Unbound and Free – — Genesia Severance,8A
In morning light, where laughter fills the air,
I walk the path of joy, unbound and free,
With every step, I shed my weight of care,
In simple moments, there’s a sweet decree.
The blooms of life, in vibrant colors cast,
Remind me daily to embrace my soul,
With every doubt and fear I leave in past,
I dance to rhythms that make my heart whole.
To love myself, a truth I now embrace,
No lies to shadow, no more masks to wear,
With cheerful heart, I find my rightful place,
In nature’s grace, I conquer every scare. May I experience pure and genuine happiness in all its shades,
In this life, the greatest gift you give is your own.
Echoes In The Silence – — Genesia Severance,8A
In shadows where our laughter used to dwell,
A silence hangs, the echoes lost in time.
What once was bright now casts a hollow shell,
A broken bond that once was sweet as rhyme.
I walked the path where friendship’s roots took hold,
Yet now alone, I find my heart at sea.
Each memory a weight, each story told,
Reminds me of the friend you used to be.
But now I rise, though winds of sorrow blow,
With quiet steps, I seek a brighter day.
Though loneliness may touch my heart with woe,
I learn to dance beneath my own array.
For healing comes when solitude’s embraced,
In finding joy, my spirit’s free, unchased.
SILENCE – Dhanayush Giri , Grade VIII,
There is a silent room,
Where walls don’t echo, and time stands still.
I sit alone—but not truly alone—
For silence wraps around me like a second skin.
It hums without sound,
It stares without eyes,
It breathes in the spaces
Where no voice dares to rise.
It lingers like a shadow,
Unseen, yet always near.
It watches with the patience
Of something we can feel—but never hear.
Silence is not empty.
It is full of thoughts unspoken,
Dreams unraveling in the dark,
And truths we fear to awaken.
Its best friend is darkness—
Together, they walk
Through hallways of our mind
When we leave the lights off.
Art by – Harsh Majji Grade 10A

Essay by – Riddhi Sinha Grade 10A

Vedant Rajan Pol from Grade 9-B
