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Thursday, September 29, 2016



The Postman

The Indian postman is a very familiar figure in cities and towns. In villages too the postman is a much sought after person. He is dressed in Khaki. He carries a leather bag on his shoulder. He is also seen on a bicycle. He moves from door to door and shop to shop. He I welcomed wherever he goes. He is greeted at every house door. People anxiously wait for the postman. They ask him about their letters and money orders. He is usually co-operative. Sometimes, he is angered by useless queries made by some people. He helps the illiterate women and men by reading their letters for them. He is very useful man. He knows the addresses of  the people living in his beat. He has a cheerful smile for those who greet him. He is frank and honest in this dealings. He carries both happy and sand news. He pauses on his way for a while to share joys and sorrows with the people he meets. He is otherwise calm, reserved and well-meaning. He is the key person of the postal department. He goes to deliver the mail in sun or shine. He is exposed to the rigours of weather. He gets a meagre salary. He finds it difficult to make both ends meet. Something must be done to better the lots of the Indian postman. The government must take steps to do something for him. He enjoys the sympathy of one and all.




An Ideal Student

An ideal student is the hope of the nation. He is not an idler who does nothing himself but expects other to help him. He lives up to his motto in life. He makes an all-round development of his personality. He starts his day on a cheerful and healthy note. He takes bath every day and devotes sometime daily to personal cleanliness. He is an early riser and tries to make the best of his time. He is the pride of his institution, the joy of his family and the wealth and future of his nation. He pays equal attention to all the subjects and does his home work daily. He does not shirk work. He bears a smiling face.he has pleasing manners. He shows regard for his class fellows. He holds his teachers in his teachers in high esteem. He is in the good books of his teachers. He has  real thirst for knowledge. He is popular with his class fellows. His teachers love him. He fights for truth and justice. He is punctual for his class and regular in his studies.he is a balanced personality with amiable ways and decent manners. He keeps himself abreast of the happenings that take place in the country and abroad. He has the courage of conviction. He is a true patriot and a citizen of the whole world. He brings good name to his institution and society. He is highly disciplined, truthful and honest in his dealing. In fact, he is an asset to the society he belongs to. On the whole, an ideal student is the shining star of his institution. 




An Ideal Citizen

An ideal citizen is the pride and wealth of the nation to which the belongs . He is, in fact, an asset to the nation. He is the true servant of his country. He obeys the rule of the law.he has in him the germs of a law abiding citizen. He does not live for himself alone. He has a sharp civic sense. He knows that rights and duties go hand in hand. He believes in the golden principle, “Live and let live.” He is broad-minded and is always prepared to help others. In a democracy, an ideal citizen is very hope of the country. He makes a proper use of his vote. He pays taxes and leads a peaceful life. He is a good neighbour and keeps a good well. He shares the joys and sorrows of his neighbours. He is loyal to his friends, community and country. He is out and out a patriot. He makes every effort to bring about unity and integrity in the country. He believes in international goodwill and world peace. He wants the good of humanity. He is a lover of humanity and the citizen of the world. He stand for justice and fair-play everywhere under the sun.he is always prepared to shed his blood for the sake of his society and his country. Free India wants such citizens as are ideal in every respect. Only then can Indian be proud of her people.




My Favourite Author

I have read the writings of many writers but I like the writings of Rabindranath Tagore the most. He had a deep insight into human nature. He left his soul behind in the form of his works. He wrote a number of novels, plays, short stories and poems. All his writing advocate the Indian culture in all aspects. He won the Nobel  prize for his collection of poems, the “Gijanjali”. It made hims famous throughout the world. His poems are full of beauty of nature, love of God and children. His song “Jan-Gan-Man” is our National Anthem. His novels “Gora” and “Wreck” are very famous. His short stories deal with touching human experiences. One cannot forget his stories like “The Human Coming”, “Cabuliwala”, “Subha” and “The Postmaster”. Tagore was a successful write in every field of writing. He is beyond appreciation, beyond comparison. He was a versatile genius. His best works have been translated in to many foreign languages. He was a symbol of the true culture of this country. His name will continue to shine in the annals of history. In short, hw was such a great writer as is born in a country only once in many centuries. Such writers prove to be beacon light to the reading public.



My Mother

“The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.”

I am very fortunate in having a very kind and loving mother. She is very affectionate and considerate. She has a heart of gold in her. She gets up early in the morning, takes bath and says her prayers. Then she starts her daily work. She cooks food, washes clothes and does all other household work with her own hands. She does everything with a smile. She keeps the house in a tip-top condition. Our drawing room is the pride of our house. She has done all the interior decoration herself. She knows the art of pickling and preserving sauces, syrups and squashes. She teaches us table manners and social etiquette. She never puts on a wrinkle who our friends visit and re-visit us. She keeps the entire house in a proper trim. She is very economical manager of the house. She prepares the family budget very carefully. She is also good in the art of shopping. She is loving mother, a devoted wife and a dependable friend. She plays a great role in directing, guiding and controlling the entire household and the members of the family. Everyone of us carries a deep imprint of her personality. She is really a great character. May she live long to guide  and fondle us!


Wednesday, September 28, 2016



My Best Friend

God friends are very rare in these fast changing days. Old values have gone and new ones have not yet come. Still, one must have a friend one can confide in. I am lucky to have number of friends. I love cash one of them. Rahul is my best friend. I am really proud of him. He comes of a respectable family. His father is a landlord. We are class fellows. He is one of the best students of out class. He understand things quickly.  He is a bright and active. He is very punctual. He is obedient and respectful. He is soft-spoken and unassuming. He is good in studies. He is not a book-worm. He reads extra books and is not confined to his textbooks. He takes interest in current affairs and often discusses with me important issues of the day. His approach is direct but impartial. He is tolerant, broadminded and co-operative. He is fond of visiting restaurant and he takes his lunch outside on Sundays. He is also found of seeing movies in theatre. Sometimes, he compels me to accompany him even though I have seen that particular movie. In fact, nobody is absolutely free form shortcomings. I allows him to enjoy such liberties and he does not cross the limit. He is a good player of badminton but he has never played any university match. He has no stage- fright. He is always open to argument. He is a well-mannered boy. I am really proud of him.




Our Principal 

Mr. Rai is the principle of our college. He worked as lecturer in Economics at Govt. Collage, Sujanpur before he went to England for higher studies. He got his degree of Ph.D. and returned to India. He was promoted as principal as principle and posted at Govt. College, Amaravati. He is 52 years old. He is tall and handsome. He is active and smart. He is hard-working, painstaking and co-operative with the members of his staff. He teaches his subject well. He takes one period of M.A. Part II class and devotes the rest of his time to office work. He plans his work and keeps an eyes on accounts matters. He takes a round of the college almost daily in the morning. He believes that a teacher should be true to this or her duty. He has a rough exterior and a heart of gold. He is a fine speaker. He has written many books. His paper ‘ Macro Mining’ was published recently in a reputed journal. He has attended many seminars on education and his valuable suggestions have been put into practice. He has due regard for his colleagues. They hold him in high esteem. He is prince among persons. He knows his job well. He is the captain of his team, a leader of his group, a guide and guardian to his students. In fact, he is the pivot on which the entire institution revolves. We are proud of him. May he continue to guide the destiny of our college !




My Favourite Teacher

Mr. Kumar is my favourite teacher. There is something in person that makes you like him or her. The ideal ties that existed between the teacher and the taught in the good old days are nowhere to be found these days. There are many teachers by whom I have been taught from time to time. There are others with whom I have come into contact in my student life. I have always been in the good books of my teachers. Mr. Kumar is a teacher like other teachers. No one is free from shortcomings. After all, teachers, like other members of the society, are all flesh and blood. Besides other qualities a teacher possesses, I find in Mr. Kumar a keen sense of duty. He is witty and intelligent. He knows his subject thoroughly well. He takes pains to make his point clear in the class. He is always well-prepared when he comes to take his class. He makes his lecture very interesting. He never loses his temper and tries to control the class in his own way. His techniques are new and progressive. His style and approach are modern and his attitudes are pragmatic and rational. He is a regular visitor to the college library. He helps the students in finding out books on different subjects. He is a regular visitor to the college library. He helps the students in finding out books on different subjects. He is a good players of hokey. He encourages his students to read books and take part in games as well. He does not want his students to indulge in unfair means in the examinations. This has earned him unpopularity with certain sections of students but he holds on to his principles in life. I like him for his lively approach to life and its problems. May his tribe increase in the world !




An Air Crash

An air crash is so terrible a thing that it leaves behind nothing but wreckage. What is left of human bodies is nothing but charcoal and cinder. Travelling by air is, no doubt, easy and swift but it leads to disastrous consequences in the case of a crash. Everything finishes off in the air. The death toll is heavier when the number of passengers on board the plane is big. The death of a pilot or a wing commander on a routine fight is touching indeed but our heart comes into out mouth when we hear of an air crash which leaves behind hundreds of dead bodies, all mutilated and unidentified. A French airliner that crashed over Golar Hills a few weeks ago ripped open the hearts of those who read the news in the papers. The plane was carrying on board as many as 360 passengers. It took off all right at De Faus airport and flew at a height of 6,000 feet above the sea-level. Everything went right and the crew signalled no complaint in the engine. As the plane came over the Golar Hills, it developed some snag in the engine and lost contact with the radar. In no time the plane carrying on board 360 passengers crashed on the slopes of Mt. Alpha. All the passengers travelling by the ill-fated plane were killed. Massive operations were launched to trace the dead bodies and the wreckage. More than half of the dead bodies remained undiscovered. Later, the black box revealed that the plane broke into two in the air because of an explosion. Such accidents must be avoided at all costs.




An Accident

Life is a vale of tears. It is a drama of pain. In this age of high speed vehicles, accidents are very common. It is the mad craze for speed which is generally responsible for all the accidents. Only last week, I saw a very serious accident on the Ludhiana-Chandigarh road. I was scootering down from Chandigarh.  As I was nearing Mohali. I saw bus going at a high speed. A car was following it. The car driver wanted to overtake the bus as he tried to do so, the vehicle collided against another car coming from the opposite direction. Both the cars turned turtle. Four of the occupants of the car were killed on the spot while another three were badly injured. People working in the nearby fields rushed to the scene of the crash. A few passengers of the bus were also seriously injured as it had struck against a tree. I could not see the mutilated and blood-stained bodies. I rushed to a telephone booth and rang up the police and the hospital authorities. Medical rescue party and the police reached the spot in a short time. Some of the injured were provided first aid on the spot while others were sent to the PGI at Chandigarh. The relatives of the dead were informed. It was a heart-rending spectacle. There were tears in every eye. Such accidents can certainly be avoided if the drivers observe the rules of the road. Speed, no doubt thrills, but it also kills. The golden rule to avoid accident is: ‘Safety first, speed afterwards.’




A Journey By Train


A journey by train undertaken in a pleasant mood reads like a lively chapter of life. More so, when one is placed in a good company, it leaves long echo behind. Last September, we had to attend the marriage of my cousin. My uncle had arranged the party in the Ashoka Hotel. The bridegroom, a mechanical engineer from Tata Nagar had expressed his desire for a brief but elegant party. We had to reach Delhi in the morning. We chose to travel by train. We reached the railway station about half an hour before the arrival of the Janata Express. We bought the rickets and came at the platform. As the train arrived, passengers waiting at the platform started boarding it. There was a great rush in the compartment chosen by us. It was with the help of the coolie we had hired for the luggage that we got seats in the compartment. Luckily, I got a seat near a window. When the train started, the confusion and noise seemed to end. Soon it started gathering speed and I began looking outside. After some time, I started reading a book. My sister started dozing while our presents kept talking. It was a pleasure to see the trees,  houses, electric poles, bridges, etc. rushing backwards. The train stopped at small stations for a while and so it left behind one station after the other. At Ambala railway station, the stoppage was a longer one. We came to the platform and took tea. Suddenly, my eyes fell on my old friend, Suraj who was returning from Delhi after attending a week-long yoga camp at Okhla (Delhi). We talked a lot over a cup of tea and parted. At last, we reached Delhi in good cheer. I enjoyed myself throughout the journey.




A Journey By Bus

A journey by bus is an interesting study of men and manners. It is a thrilling experience. Once I got a chance to travel by bus from Kalka to Shimla. Each passenger was an interesting study. The passengers were going to Shimla for holidays. They were in high spirits. They cracked many jokes. We had a hearty laugh. The passengers were in a mood to enjoy life to the lees. Some were eating. Some of them were busy in friendly chat. Some of them impressed me while others annoyed me with their odd habits. The road was zig-zag. There were many sharp bends on the way. Outside, the scenery was quite beautiful. The tall pine trees seemed to travel with us. The deep valleys below looked charming inside, the atmosphere became lively all of a sudden. An old man, in tight-fitting trousers and a gaudy shirt, was the centre of attraction for all eyes. Soon he started entertaining the passengers with his jokes. The journey became interesting and enjoyable. Our driver was careful in driving. We enjoyed the wayside scenes full of natural beauty. It was a real treat to life through these scenes. At last, out bus reached Shimla. I continue to cherish the memories of this interesting journey.




A Sleepless Summer Night

One works during the day and sleeps at night. One night I could not have a wink of sleep. It was the night of June 21 last. It was very close during the day. I could not enjoy my afternoon nap as I was busy. I was tired. So I went to bed early at night. Suddenly, it became very hot. I lay tossing about in the bed in the open courtyard. I was disturbed and could not sleep. No wind was blowing. The table fan seemed to work but it gave no wind. My tongue was parched. I got up and went to take water at the municipal tap. The water was boiling. I began moving to and fro. The night became hotter and hotter. I heard voices of people In the street. They were all complaining against the weather getting hotter and hotter. I became restless as I had not slept during the day. I took my cot on the roof of the house. The wind was not where to be found. The sky looked to be a burning sheet. I lay in the bed. I tried to sleep but in vain. I brought a bucket of water and sprinkled water on the bed. It gave me some relief but sleep was out of question. I began looking at the stars above. Time passed heavily. I began marking time. Half of the night had already gone. At last, I heard the cattle pass by. The wall clock struck five in the morning. I left the bed and went out for my morning walk. I took my bath outside at a well. I came back home rather spent out. It had been a horrible summer night whose memory still torments me.




How You Spent Your Last Sunday

Life today is very fast mechanical. At times, it is dull and monotonous. One is caught in the coil of routine. All work without rest or respite deadens the spirits. One craves for a change, variety and diversion from the soul-killing work. A picnic or an excursion provides the much desired change from the market and started on bicycles. We were a group of ten boys. Many picnic-goers on bicycles and motor-cycles passed by us. We went singing and enjoying ourselves. We reached the canal bank in about half an hour. We chose a shady corner and spread a carpet over a piece of land. We sat in a semi-circle and started playing at cards. One of our friends in a T.V. artist. He delighted us with his melodious songs. Another fellow in the jolly company showed us some of this magic tricks. Then we took off our clothes and jumped into canal for a swim. We felt fresh after the swim. As we felt hungry and tired, we ate to our fill. We then had the afternoon nap. Suddenly, there came a man with a guitar in his hand. He was playing a fine tune on his instrument. We were all shaken out of slumber. We requested the fellow to play some dance tune. Next moment, we were on our heels. It was a fine show. All of a sudden, there appeared clouds in the sky. We packed our things and came back home. It was really a day of joy.  An outing with friends after a busy spell of work is most welcome.




A Cultural Function In Your College

Life is at times monotonous and dull. One finds oneself chained to a very dull and dreary routine. One craves for change, for a variety, for a diversion from the soul-killing books, classroom lectures, home work and examinations. A cultural function provides this much desired change. A cultural function adds to the flavor and taste of life and makes it worth-living. That is why, every student looks forward to it with keen interest. I remember every minute of the cultural function in which I participated last year. The Governor of the State inaugurated the function. There was thrilling sequence of solo songs, group songs, dances, one act plays and humorous skits. The Hindi one act play entitled “Shaheed ” was a real thrill. The scene of Bhagat Singh and his associates being escorted to the scaffolds brought tears in every eye. I played the role of Bhagat Singh. The solo songs, group songs and one-act plays regale the audience. The humorous skits evoked roars of laughter. In the presidential speech, the Governor appreciated the young artists and had a special word of praise for me. He announced a prize of rupees five hundred each to the young artists and had a special word of praise for me. He announced a prize of rupees five hundred each to the young artists. The principal thanked to Governor and the audience and declared a holiday in honor of the Governor’s first visit to the college. We came back home happy and gay. It was really a gala day for us.


Sunday, September 25, 2016



A Rainy Day

India is a land of varying seasons. Summer, winter, spring and autumn, all fill the circle of the weather in India. Summer is extremely hot in this tropical country. Rains, however, bring the much desired relief. A rainy day in summer is really sought after by one and all. The sun shines too bright in the month of June. Hot winds keep blowing throughout the day. Thick layers of dust remain suspended in the sky for days. Men, animals and birds look towards the sky for days together. The 21st of June last was perhaps the hottest day of the season. It was very hot in the afternoon. The sky above burnt like silver. All of sudden, the clouds gathered in the sky. A cool wind began to blow. At first, it started drizzling. It was followed by a heavy downpour. The thirsty earth began to absorb rain water. Children came out of their houses and they exposed their sun-baked bodies to welcome shower. Soon, it began raining in torrents. All the streets, lanes and by-lanes were flooded with water. People could be seen wading through knee-deep water. Rickshaw pullers made money even for a short ride. It rained for full one hour. At last, it stopped raining. The water started receding. The weather became cool and pleasant. Plants and trees wore a new look. The sky resounded with the chorus of warbling birds. A rainbow in the sky added extra charm to the pleasant weather. People went out to enjoy the fine weather. It was thus a good riddance from the scorching heat of the sun. a rainy day in summer is blessing.




The Saddest Day Of My Life

Life is strange mixture of joys and sorrows. Some days are so sad that they take away all joy and peace from the life of man. I cannot forget the day that was the saddest day in my life. It was the 25th of June in the year 2002. The night had been sleepless because of scorching heat, attack of mosquitoes and frequent failure of electricity. Early in the morning as I was dozing off to sleep, a postman woke me up. It was a sad news. My elder brother who had gone to Pune to attend a seminar on education died there in a road accident. Hardly had my parents left for Pune by car when a police party reached out place. I lost ground under my feet. They had warrant for my arrest in connection with a student agitation in our college. They did not listen to my entreaties and took me to the police station. I rang up my lawyer friend but he was out of station. It was only in the evening that I was bailed out. As I reached home, I found my younger sister crying bitterly. She told me that my nephew had been admitted to the hospital because of severe pain the stomach.  I rushed to the hospital in a rickshaw. On the way I broke my leg and had to keep my leg in plaster for over three weeks. It is rightly said that misfortunes do not come alone. Even today when I remember that day of untold miseries, my heart comes into my mouth. It was really the saddest day of my life.




An Extremely Cold Day In Winter

India is a land of extreme climates. In summer, It is very hot. In winter, it is biting cold. It was a bitterly cold day. The morning was icy cold and the sun was simply peeping out. It appeared that the warm rays of the sun would soon spread from everywhere to everywhere. But a saying goes that morning shows the day. The icy wind was getting every minute the better of the warmth of the sun. it cut one deep into the very marrow. Outside, the low sky began to drizzle. People were hurrying about with cheeks red, hands almost frozen. A few fortunate rich sitting at home drew closer to the room heater. Those out of doors cursed the weather. All of a sudden, there was hailstorm. It made things worse. The sun peeped out but was soon covered with mist and fog. Everybody longed for a sunny day. People tried to keep within doors. A poor homeless beggar looked almost frozen in the cold weather outside. An old man in the locality was reported dead. Afternoon came with all the more intensity of cold. The fury of the cold evening was unabated. There was no relief from the stinging wind that passed by. At night, people tried to feel the cosiness of the quilt. It was an extremely cold day in winter for years to come. 




A Hot Day In Summer

India is a land of extreme climates. In summer, it is extremely hot in the plains. I remember one summer day that was really very hot. It was a sultry day in summer. It was very close and stuffy in the morning. Not a leaf stirred anywhere. It seemed as if the wind had conspired not to blow. Thick layers of dust were suspended in space. At noon, the sun peeped through the yellow layers of dust. There was no relief. The electric fans gave no air though they seemed to be moving. Birds flew for shelter and looked for water. The tap water was boiling. The tarcoal spread on the road melted at places. The ball of fire seemed to be hung in the sky. Sleep was out of question in such an intense hot weather. Everybody complained of the scorching heat. Ice was in great demand. Time hung heavy on all. What a terrible time it was ! I can never forget that day. It was late in the afternoon that there appeared a small patch of clouds in the sky. Soon, the clouds gathered in the sky. One could hear a strong wind whistling. A thunder storm was approaching. People came out of their houses and looked towards the sky. Birds could be seen flying about. Suddenly, it became dark. Nothing could be seen or heard. The black rain began to spatter down. It was a heavy downpour. The thirsty earth seemed to absorb rain water. It became cool and pleasant. It rained for full two hours. Everybody heaved a sigh of relief. Children came out and began enjoying the rain. In this way, the hot afternoon soon changed into a cool and refreshing evening.




The Independence Day

Independence is hundred times better than slavery. India won freedom on 15th August, 1947. It is a red letter day in our history.  The Independence Day is celebrated every year throughout India. This year, we celebrated this day with great pomp and show. Great preparations were made a day before the function. The program was chalked out in advance. Portraits of our great leaders were hung on the walls of the hall. Their famous sayings were displayed in the college library. We went to college at 7 a.m. on the Independence Day. We stood in circular rows in the playground. Our Principle unfurled the flag.  He made a speech. In his speech he told us about the importance of the Independence Day. He reminded us of our duties and rights. He also told us that a great number of people had laid down their lives for the sake of freedom. The students sang patriotic songs.  A one –act play was also staged. It was a patriotic play. Then a volleyball match was played between the staff and the students. The students won the match. In the end, prizes were given away to the winners. We were full of high hopes. We vowed to lead our country on to the path of progress. True independence means service of the country. The need of the hour is to preserve this hard-won freedom.


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