Wednesday, September 21, 2016



A Visit To A Hospital

Thomas Hardy wrote: ‘Life is dim vast vale of tears. Happiness is only an occasional episode in this general drama of pain.’ I was once again reminded of these lines when I went to call on my sick friend, Mr. X last Sunday in the local Government Hospital. My friend was lying in bed with a multifractured leg. He was writhing in pain. Al around him I could see a host of patients. Many of them were tied up with tractions, with steel needles put across their bones, and in heavy plaster. It was a terrible sight. I came out and was just dumb-founded to see a half-burnt young bride being carried on a trolly to the emergency operation theatre. Her parents were giving out a wailful cry. The smartly dressed nurses, the perfectly neat and clean corridors, the imposing building and wards, all these were a great consolation. At least they were doing their best to fight out disease, suffering and pain. But who could fight death? A dead body wrapped in white was lying in front of the one of the wards. It made a shudder go down my spine. Sad and sullen, like a young philosopher meditating on the futility of things, I traced my slow and heavy steps back to my place. I could not have a sound sleep in the night.




A Visit To An Art Exhibition

Last Sunday, and exhibition of paintings by eminent painters was held in the Lions Club Hall in our town. I, along with my friend, Naresh, went to see it. All the walls of the Hall were covered with the paintings.  There was iron railing in front of the walls on every side. The spectators could see the paintings from a distance of ten feet. Some of the paintings exhibited were realistic while others were impressionistic. It was difficult to understand the abstract paintings. But the guides helped the spectators in understanding those paintings. In one huge painting, there was the face of a woman surrounded by hawks. It symbolized the  cruelty of the society towards the weaker sex. The painting of a row of camels in desert was very beautiful. There was a series of portraits and martyrs. The portrait of Shaheed Bhagat Singh was really marvelous. It seemed as if one were standing in front of the real figure in actual flesh and blood. The picture of a weak child sucking milk from the sunken breasts of his mothered was very touching. Some paintings belonging to a section on modern art were really difficult to understand. Everybody had his or her own interpretations of these paintings. This gave rise to a very lively and useful discussion on art. My visit to this exhibition was really memorable. 




A Visit To A Garden

A visit to a garden or a park is quite refreshing and educative. With the increase of population in towns and cities, open spaces are becoming very rare. Gardens, grounds and lawns are the lungs of a modern city. I like going to the garden and  spending some time in the beautiful company of nature. A garden is place of beauty. It presents a feast of joy before us.  There is a beautiful garden just in front of my house. Its shady trees seem to invite me during the summers and its green sunny lawns catch my eyes in the winter season. There are row of roses that attract the eyes of the beholder. I enjoy a stroll in the garden both in the morning and in the evening. At that time I forget all the worries of life. In the middle of the garden, there is a fountain and a small tank. The tank teems with colored fish of various kinds. Children flock to the tank and play with the fish. The garden also serves as a nest of singing birds. Many beautiful birds perch in the trees in the evening and pour out their melodious songs. In the morning the fragrance of the flowers lends a sweet charm to the whole atmosphere. On a moonlit night, the garden presents a beautiful scene. Many people visit the garden at different hours of the day. We have really a good time in the garden which is veritably a paradise on the earth.





A Visit To A Museum

A visit to a museum in interesting as well as educative. We can understand a lot about the history and culture of a country, its industry, arts, fashions etc. by visiting a museum. Last Sunday, I along with some of my intimate friends, went to a museum at Delhi. We bought tickets and entered the museum. The bug building was divided into a number of sections. On entering the building, we saw separate sections containing many idols of Hindu gods. They looked life-like and impressive. Then we found ourselves in a hall decorated with rare pictures and paintings. We then moved to the history section. We saw certain objects belonging to the various periods of history. We then went to a big room full of ancient weapons and amours, like heavy swords, lances and shields. We saw bows, arrows, guns, spears, statues, idols, manuscripts etc. In another section we saw Kashmiri shawls, Amritsari shawls, Amritsari carpets, Peshawari embroidered turbans and rugs and many other specimens from different parts of India. The art gallery impressed us the most. It had beautiful paintings of fruits, flowers and natural landscapes. We also saw beautiful ivory work, coins and jewellery kept in showcases in another section. Then we came to a section which displayed rare manuscripts. My eyes rested on a manuscript said to belong to the Gupta period of the Indian History. A gold coin coined during Vikramaditiya’s reign drew out attention. In this way a visit to a museum provided us with a rich feast of ideas. It left a deep imprint on my mind.




A Visit To A Fair

A visit to a fair is very interesting and entertaining. A village fair presents a colorful and lively spectacle. The Baisakhi fair occupies a unique place in the almanac of Indian festivals. It is held on the first day of the month of Baisakhi every year. The harvesting season is over. It marks the advent of summer. The farmers have stored enough grain. They are full on new hopes and new joys. Their granary is full. Even the small farmers have stored enough wheat. Every heart is happy at such a time. The fair is generally held outside the village or town. It is held near some temple or tank. Small shopkeepers and vendors set up their stalls and hand carts. People from neighboring villages throng the place. Young and old, men women and children in colorful clothes come to see the fair. Hawkers, sweet-meat sellers and balloon-sellers cry their wares at the top of their voice. Somewhere a juggler is seen showing his tricks to the people. Sadhus wearing saffron clothes and beggars carrying bowls in their hands are seen at the fair. Farmers come on foot, in carts and on camel back. Many people go round the fair. The Red Cross stall draws a big rush. The mike announcements about some child lost of found distract the attention of the people. Children enjoy swings and merry-go-rounds. Outside the arena, wrestling tournaments are held in the afternoon. Races and Bhangra dance attract the attention of the people. Everybody seems to be in a merry mood. The Baisakhi fair leaves a long echo behind.




A Visit To A Historical Place

Travelling is always source of joy and education. A visit to a historical place is very interesting and informative. Indian is a land of monuments and memorials. The Golden Temple at Amritsar has religious importance. The paintings of Ajanta and Elllora paint the life of the primitive man in pictures. The Taj at Agra is one of the seven wonders of the world. Last year, we, a group of twenty students, went to see this work of art. It is one of the finest buildings in the world. It was a moonlit night. We reached this wonderful place late in the evening. A great many people had left the scene and many more were pouring in. Our guide told us all about the history of the Taj. It is made of white marble. It is a token of his unique love. The Taj has a beautiful gate built of red stone. The river Jamuna flows on one side. There are beautiful gardens and lawns on the other three sides. There are rows of palm and cypress trees. There are fountains playing in the garden. The Taj stands on a raised platform. Both the main building and the perform are made of white marble. There is a large hall room in the centre of the main building. The tomb lies below. It is decked with precious stone. The Taj is a fine specimen of Indian architecture. It is a dream cast in marble. Its beauty beggars description. It Attracts tourists from all over the world.




A Visit To A Circus

Last month, the Apollo Circus Company visited our city. They pitched their tents at an open place outside the city. Soon, the circus became the talk of the city. One evening I, along with my friend, Rakesh, went to see the circus show. There was a great rush at the booking window. We managed to get seats in the gallery. A group of players was entertaining the spectators with light music. As the show began, all the artists and circus animals came forward and introduced themselves to the audience in their own way. An elephant stood on his hind legs and greeted everyone. Other animals also came forward to greet us in different ways. As they left, swings of ropes became the object of interest. It was nice display of fun and trick. At once, the lights were switched off. The artist jumped from one swing to another, changed side and performed a number of tricks. Now came in the arena a group of elephants. They performed the Ganesh Pooja before they climbed a wooden staircase one by one. Now some dogs came and played football. Their feat was lost in the noise of children. Next came a group of cyclists who displayed a wonderful control in their vehicles. A girl cycled over a taut rope. Then came the horses, monkeys and bears. They played wonderful tricks. Next, the lions and tigers put up a good show. We saw the lions jump through ring of  fire. At long last, we saw a motorcyclist racing round the Dome of Death. As he went up and down in a big iron cage, our hearts came in to our mouths. After each item, two jokers came forward and amused the audience with their tricks. The circus clowns made the spectators laugh every now and then. Our visit to the circus was very delightful.


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