Thursday, 20 July 2017

PRIZE

                       Minnu's eyes were filled with tears. The results of the elocution was just then announced and her  name was missing. She had worked day and night for the competition and hoped to win a prize but to her bad luck she did not get even the consolation prize.
'' Don't worry dear. You had done your best. Might be they deserve it more than you. you can always try again ."Mother tried to comfort her.
 "But mummy . I deserve my fruits for the pains I had taken" said Minnu with teary eyes.
"Sure . But might be you  may have to wait a little longer. "Minnu looked definitely upset. She didnot feel like eating her lunch that day. Her father had got her a  new story book as a gift, her grand mother gave her a pretty sweater,knitted by her, her mother made her a delicious cake for her . But she was not happy. She was continuously  thinking of the defeat in the elocution the whole day and went to bed sadly.
''  Minnu  .... Minnu ...some one has come to see you. '' Minnu's  brother Bittu called her from the garden while she was getting ready to school.  Minnu uninterested went out to see who it was.  It was Chacha the school gardener. He had a  rose plant in his hand.
 '' Minnu your speech was very effective. you spoke very well on respecting and listening to parents. My son  never used to listen to me and always fought with  me. His mother was also always upset with him. In fact he wanted to send us to aged home. But yesterday after hearing your speech in our school he has changed . The way you spoke about parents sacrifices in bringing up the children has really melted him. Thank you.Minnu. Here is a small gift for your lovely speech. '' saying so he gave the rose plant to her. Minnu's eyes were filed with tears . Mamma I got my prize atlast. '' happily she ran to her mother.























































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Wednesday, 19 April 2017

                    Teen age ---  thirteen  to nineteen years of a child --- is a delicate period where a person  undergoes  both psychological and  physical changes.  His mind constantly gets attracted to new things, new people,  and new emotions. one such feeling he starts developing is --love.  He is neither an  adult or a child . He does like to be commanded or questioned,. If not dealt properly he may become a failure in his life. Parents and teachers should always keep in mind that thechildren in this age group should be dealt with utmost care.
                     Mr Raju hesitated for a second in front of the principal's room. He did not want to take any hasty decision. He knew that Vipul was a very good  student.  He stood first both in studies and activity everytime since he joined the school but now due to distraction he was going down slowly. Mr Raju had been trying to find the reason for a while and today he came to know about it. Vipul was attracted towards a newcomer in his class--- Sandhya   and unable to resist the liking for her he had given her a love letter.  His class teacher Miss Madhuri took this seriously and canned him in front the class. The children started whispering among themselves and avoiding him .  This made Vipul  ashamed, upset and sad and he did not feel like concentrating in anything.  Being a ninth class student he was neither kid nor adult  and could not digest the happenings.  Mr Raju ----though he was not the class teacher ---he liked Vipul very much and wanted to help him out.  He knew their principal Mr Yogi  was a child centered person and he would definitely come out with a solution .
                    He entered Mr Yogi's cabin and discussed in detail. Mr yogi thought for a while and decided what to do . Along with Mr Raju he called few other teachers in the staffroom. Among them were Mrs Anita, Mrs Meera, Ms Sharan , Mr Siddarth, Mr Dev .When he entered Vipul class Miss Madhavi was teaching  geomentry to the students and for a moment she felt little nervous seeing the principal. He started talking to the children  in general ,  cracked a few jokes and slowly came to the topic. He asked all the children to take out their rough note books . He went to the board and wrote
  '' I love geometry.
  '' I love to watch sun rise.
  '' I love  roses.
   ''I love India.
  '' I love to watch cricket
  He asked every one to write five sentences similarly.
               Next he wrote 'I love my parents.''
                                       '' I love my sister.''
                                        '' I love my students.''
                                         '' I love Mrs Meera.''
                                         '' I love  Mr Siddarth.''
and asked children to write similarly. He then asked  a few of them to read what they have written. He then started addressing the students.  '' Look children .Love is not a bad word. It  is indeed needed for healthy living.  This world looks beautiful when you see it with love. You can do wonders if you fill love in your heart. Without love everything is empty. Think of Mother Theresa, Gautam Buddha or Gandhi. They loved every body--good or bad, rich or poor, man or woman.  That is why they are remembered and praised  by everyone. you all should also live similarly. Shake hands with each and every one in your class and say I LOVE YOU. to each other and from now  think the word love is a  word  which expresses universal brotherhood.''
                  The children shoke hands with each other and Vipul felt happy that every one shoke hands with him and said I love you.  Mr Raju was happy that principal sir had  solved the problem in a smooth way. 

Sunday, 19 March 2017

THE PEACOCK FEATHERS

                                   Sitting in the balcony with my favorite drink,  I began to make sketch of my future  moves. I knew that tomorrow as sun rises I had to face a lot of problems. My son had been asking for school fees for the past two days. I had to pay the hospital charges and bring my mother home. In addition to this my brother has been requesting me  for a considerable amount for his job.  The worst thing I did not have a penny in my pocket.  "So what have you decided?" asked my wife as she sat in front of me sipping her cup of coffee.  " Yet to decide.  Not thought of any plans . what do you suggest.? " I said nonchalantly .  My wife was very good at planning  and she always had  realistic ideas. "I can convince people in tomorrow's kitty party and arrange for Chandu's fees. Rest you have to think. " She said confidently. " Bringing home mother is important.  I have to pay atleast a few thousands to get her discharged. '' I know but you can always apply for a mediclaim. you have got that facility.''   '' I know but I thought I will use the mediclaim for Radhe's eye surgery. She needs her sight to be corrected before going for higher studies.''  ''But that can always wait. She can manage with her glasses for another year.  you should try to convince her.'' my wife Vidhya  said.
   '' Why don't you ask your elder sister for some help. They are in a well to do position. They can always come to our rescue.'' 
   '' But that will make them think that I am inefficient in managing my family.'' I replied going through  my son Chandu's note book avoiding her looks . She knew that I never liked getting help from relatives for any purpose. 
    Ok your wish. give that book I have to keep it in Chandu's bag or else he will forget to take it to school tomorrow. ''she said . As I was handing the book , a peacock feather fell down.
   '' why does he collect such useless things ?  I asked irritated..
   ''What is wrong in it ?  Even I used to have it in my maths notebook when I was small..  I strongly believe that I passed my maths exams because of having it in my notebooks.  Seeing it often brings good luck.'' Vidhya replied. 
   ''You too believe in superstitions. I  said disbelievingly.
   '' Faith and belief always works wonders .  you know one thing.   The same peacock feather is considered a bad omen in Europe. But in our country Lord Krishna wears it on his crown . So people believe that it will bring good luck. Keep it with you and might be it proves lucky.'' suggested my wife.. ''I donot believe in superstitions''I replied. She went into the house to complete her work ignoring my comments.
    I kept quiet for I knew that sometimes a deed which benefits some may become harmful for other.  Every  deed has two faces like the two sides of a coin. After a few seconds a small desire crept into my mind. Might be it is really lucky. why not give it a try?  I took the fallen peacock feather  and placed it in my office bag hoping it will pull me out from my troubles.  The next moment I laughed at myself wondering what a big fool I am.
      The night passed peacefully The next day started brightly with my mother coming home happily from hospital cured completely. I need not had to pay her hospital charges as she was widow of a freedom fighter and that particular day the hospital announced free treatment for spouses of freedom fighters.  My son Chandu got a merit scholarship  and my brother bagged a decent job in sports quota. He was a good sprinter it helped him to get a job in railways. My worries had melted like ice instead of mounting to ice mountains.  '' See you believed in what I told  and your problems are solved ''my wife said to me that night while going to sleep
''Was it because of keeping peacock feather in my bag or because good times have started for me. Might be --- peacock feathers are really lucky but I am not going to believe in it.  You know why? For believing and spreading such a superstition may lead to death of many peacocks for their feathers.  Long live peacocks!!!''I said.
''  My dear foolish husband   peacocks are never killed for their feathers because they  shed their feathers annually after breeding season.  These feathers are collected and used. they represent purity of soul, good luck and are also loved for their beauty. So you need not worry about their deaths.''my wife said lovingly. I looked sheepishly.  I knew I was beaten She indeed was more informative than me. but I wanted to say the last word. so I said.  ''why should I go for those feathers when I have you a pure soul --  very beautiful--one who brings good luck to me always . You are my peacock feather dear.
        

Thursday, 28 April 2016

Balcony friends

              Meera went to the balcony to remove the dried clothes from the hangline.  Her eyes automatically searched the balcony of the adjoining building.   For the second day  Sundaram sir was not to be seen anywhere in the house. She waited for few seconds but in vain. What has happened to sir?  Has he gone anywhere? But he doesn't have anyone to meet.". different thoughts ran in her mind.  She knew that  he was a lonely man with no one to look after.  He had a daughter whom he had given in marriage to  a NRI  and she lives in US. After his wife's death he was living alone in that flat. His balcony faced the balcony of Meera's house and whenever Meera came to feed the birds or dry clothes,she used to see him sitting there in the balcony reading books. A huge branch of a big neem tree ran into his balcony  it give a wonderful picture.   A female dog was always seen lying in the shade of the tree. Sundaram Sir used to feed the dog with bread or biscuits regularly. As. Meera was also a animal lover she was fascinated with the kindness of. Sundaram Sir.  Once or twice she smiled at him and he replied the same gesture.
                               One fine day she made some kheer and sent it to him through her son .  He thanked her for her kindness and requested her to spend some time with him. Their friendship grew from then and Meera started treating Sundaram Sir as her father .  She  helped him in his daily chores and a strong bond developed between them .  Now he was not to be seen for the past two days This very thought disturbed her.  The sound of the calling bell brought her back to the present world.  She opened the door and saw a lady standing there. "Can I talk to Meera madam ". "Yes I am Meera May I know who you are". she asked. I am Vimla. Sundaram Sirs daughter. I have come from. U. S   I wanted to take my father along with me to states but he is refusing.  He says he has found a daughter here called Meera . He seems to be happy staying here instead of coming with me.. I hope you appreciate his feelings and do not think him as burden. "   Not at all. I am happy to look after him .   You can leave to US  happily" Meera replied.
                          Days became weeks and then  into months and everything looked fine till one day. Sundaram Sir fell ill.  Meera took him to different doctors but there was little improvement.  His health started deteriorating and one night he died.  Meera cried a lot   She passed this message to. Vimla     Every time she came to the balcony   she was reminded of him . A few weeks passed by.  "Meera be quick  we are already late. The show will start." Called  Raju. Meera's husband. He had planned for a movie to change. Meera's mood. "    I am ready I will close  the balcony door and come " so saying she went to close the door. As she closing the door her  eyes saw a beautiful scene.  A newly born puppy was lying on the easy chair where   Sundaram Sir used to sit.  A book was lying beside it.  Meera told to herself " Uncle is reborn"

Tuesday, 29 March 2016

SUM-- [MER-- RY]- TIME

EXAMS ARE OVER AND HOLIDAYS HAVE BEGUN
HIP HIP HURRAY  LET'S HAVE SOME FUN
NO BOOKS ,NO TESTS, NO HOMEWORKS GIVEN
NO MARKS, NO REPORTS NO PROJECTS TO BE DONE

LET'S SWIM , LET'S PLAY, LET'S DANCE ALL  THE WAY
 LET'S STAND ON A SEA SHORE AND ENJOY SUN'S RAY
LOTS OF SWEETS,  ICECREAMS, CAKES AND PASTRIES
LET'S  HAVE  LOTS  OF  BIRTHDAY  PARTIES.

LET OUR LITTLE FINGERS TRY TO PAINT OR  KNIT
MAKE OR MEDDLE WITH THE ELECTRONIC KIT
LET OUR LITTLE FINGERS MAKE PRETTY DOLLS
 FROM WASTE MATERIALS OR MODELLING CLAY BALLS


LET US VISIT PLACES AND ENJOY NATURE
MEET DIFFERENT PEOPLE TO KNOW WHAT THEY NURTURE
MAKE NEW FRIENDS AND LEARN NEW GAMES
KNOW ABOUT ANIMALS AND BIRDS  WILD OR TAME

THOUGH WE HATE THE HOLIDAYS TO BE OVER
 THEY WILL COME TO AN END SOME DAY OR OTHER
BUT BY THEN LET'S BE RICH AND  BETTER
 IN BODY AND MIND TO FACE THE  FUTURE



Wednesday, 17 February 2016

A CHILD CONFUSION

A CHILD ASKS ???
TWO PARTIES EXCHANGE HEATED WORDS
THERE IS TENSION AND OUR SCHOOL IS CLOSED
TWO RIVAL FACTIONS KILL EACH OTHER
THERE IS CURFEW AND OUR SCHOOL IS CLOSED
ELECTED MEMBERS FIGHT WITH CHAIRS AND MIKES
THERE IS PROTEST AND OUR SCHOOL IS CLOSED
RAIL ROKOS , AUTO STRIKES , BANDHS OR RALLIES
ROADS ARE BLOCKED AND OUR SCHOOL IS CLOSED

BUT WHO CARES OUR PROBLEMS ?

WHEN WORLD CRICKET MATCHES ARE PLAYED
IT IS EXAM TIME AND WE HAVE SCHOOL
WHEN STAR HERO'S FILM IS RELEASED
IT IS PRACTICALS AND WE HAVE SCHOOL
WHEN AFTER TEST WE FEEL LIKE REST
ITS SPECIAL CLASSES AND WE HAVE SCHOOL
WHEN RELATIVES COME FOR A PARTY OR FUNCTION
REVISION CLASSES AND WE HAVE SCHOOL

WHO REALLY CARES OUR PROBLEM???????

FRIEND OR FOE

WHY TO LEARN MATHS I ASK ?
FOR SOLVING SUMS IS NOT AN EASY TASK.
I CANNOT PUT A SMILING MASK
FOR IT IS A NOT A SWEET CASK

TEACHERS SAY TO ADD AND TO BORROW
ALSO TELL, BORROWING MONEY LEADS TO SORROW
MANY TIMES I CHECK MY ANSWERS THOROUGH
BUT CHANCES OF THEM BEING CORRECT----- NARROW

MYSTERIOUS  X'S AND  UNKNOWN Y'S
TRY TO CONFUSE ME I KNOW NOT WHY?
TIME AND DISTANCES,  MANY TIMES I TRY
BUT NOT SUCCESSFUL THAT MAKES ME CRY

THOSE TRIANGLES, TEASE ME, IN CONSTRUCTION
AND ALGEBRAIC EQUATIONS PUT ME IN TENSION
HEAD ACHES FILLS MY BRAIN VOLUME IN MENSURATION
AND COMPOUND INTEREST COMPOUNDS TO MENTION

ALL LIKE PROFIT AND NONE LIKE TO LOSE
AND WHY TO DO LOSS I MUSE?
CONVERTING LOSS TO PROFIT IN DAILY USE
IF TEACHERS TEACH , IT MIGHT BE A NEWS

 EVERY THING SEEMS STUPID WITH NO GAIN
DOING MATHS GIVES ME ONLY PAIN 
BUT ALL AROUND  ASK ME TO TRAIN
TO DO BETTER MATHS WITH MY STUPID  BRAIN.!