Noise is SOiL

In the heart of a bustling classroom, a commanding voice shattered the jovial cacophony with a single word: "QUIET." Instantly, laughter ceased, and chatter faded into a reverent hush that hung in the air like a heavy fog. But what seemed like the absence of sound was, in truth, the birth of something profound – SOiL.

Picture yourself transported back to that classroom scene. The students, wide-eyed and spellbound, turned their attention to the figure standing before them – their teacher. With a simple gesture and a whispered "Sssshhhhhhh," she wielded a power that commanded their silence. And then came the question that would shape their fate: "Do you want to go out and play, or shall I cancel the PT period?"

(The wiggle & Giggle of inner child that is Killed starts with a Sssshhhh)

A palpable tension filled the room as the children, each with a finger pressed to their lips, contemplated their response. In unison, they nodded, their silent assent hanging heavy in the air. And so, under the watchful eye of their teacher, they formed a line – a silent procession to the playground, where the absence of noise spoke volumes.

Years passed, and the silence lingered like a shadow, morphing from a gesture of obedience to a symbol of rebellion. Two fingers pressed against lips became a clandestine signal, shared among a circle of students huddled in the corner of the PLAYground, passing cigarettes.

Eventually, those same students found themselves thrust into the corporate world, where they learned to wait quietly for the weekend, seeking solace in the haze of smoke and the clink of glasses at the PARTYground. But amidst the silence, a cacophony of inner turmoil raged, leaving many to end their lives in quiet desperation, their final words echoing louder than any scream.

Yet, amidst the silence, a whisper of hope remained – the faint echo of a child's laughter, buried beneath layers of societal expectation and quiet desperation. For within the silence lies the seeds of creativity, waiting to be nurtured in the fertile soil of the "School of Innovative Lifestyle" (SOiL).

With a smile, I pose a question to the teacher, meeting her gaze with unwavering determination. If you were absent from school, would your children rejoice in your absence or mourn your departure? For in that simple question lies the key to unlocking a love story that transcends the boundaries of time and space.

So let us nurture the SOiL within our classrooms, cultivating a tree of life that bears fruit for generations to come.

NOISE IS SOiL !!!!!!

Where we care for one another ,Laugh & cry, Fight & Forgive.

The world is a happy home if there is NOISE in classroom

Until next,

MAD-EYE