Archives November 2012

It is not easy to be the Principal of a school. The task of a Principal is very onerous. If I were the Principal of my school, my first duty would be the select a team of best teachers. For maintaining a high quality of education, it is essential that the teachers are of high standard. The other important task before me would be the maintenance of discipline of a very high order. Punctuality would be another important task before me. The school will be the laid on out-door games. Some cultural activities would also form a part of the school programme. On the whole, it would be my endeavour to make my school an ideal institution.  

My mother accompanied me to school on the first day. Other parents accompanied their children as well. We all waited in front of the school office. Soon a teacher came and led us to some classrooms. There we were put into four separate classes. This was when some children began to cry as the parents were not allowed into the classrooms. I did not cry because I had been to kindergarten before. Actually my mother went home soon after for she knew I would be all right. It was an enjoyable time for me as I got to know my new classmates. The teacher was very busy writing down our particulars so we had plenty of time to ourselves. Meantime some children continued to sob while their parents looked in anxiously through the windows. Soon recess came. Some of us headed for the tuck-shop while the rest headed for their more...

Mohan Lal is the peon of our school. He is about fortyone-year-old. He wears a khaki uniform when on duty. He is always happy. He lives in a small quarter within the school compound. Mohan Lal is a strong and healthy man. He rings the first bell half an hour before school time. He opens the door and windows of class rooms. He opens the principal's office. He also cleans the table and chairs. After that he rings the second bell. The classes are held after the second bell. Mohan Lal does not forget his duties. He gives pieces of chalk and duster to each teacher. He rings the bell according to the time-table. He sits on a stool in front of the principal's office. When the principal rings the call bell, Mohan Lal at once enters his room to listen to him. We like our school peon. He helps more...

I read in a big well known Modern Public School. It has 20 large rooms. One room is meant for each section of each class. I am lucky that my class-room is situated in the far side such that the noises of the road and market are not audible there. The teacher sits in the chair while taking the roll-call or when she gives a test to the students or when she is not writing on the blackboard. She places the Attendance Register, the chalk-box and the duster on the table. The room is large enough to accommodate about fifty students in a comfortable sitting. There are, however, forty students in our class. Two students sit at each desk. There are four windows—two in either side of the walls. There are three ceiling fans in the room—two over the students and one over the teacher. On the walls, there are more...

India became a republic on 26th January, 1950. Since then, this day is celebrated with great pomp and show every year. The President takes salutes of the armed forces at Raj path in New Delhi. The procession starts from Vijay Chowk. Jhankies, colourful dances, parades, arms and ammunitions are displayed in public. The whole show is telecast live on all the channels. This day is also celebrated in all the States and Union Territories of India.

Life is full of ambitions. A man without ambition is useless. Every one wants to do something different from others. Ambition has the top priority in the life of every man. I want to serve my country. That is my only ambition. Therefore, I want to become a teacher.. Teacher is a person who builds the nation. I will teach the poor children without any charge. I would teach them the subjects with real and deep information. I am a student of the fifth grade. But my ambition is to be a teacher. I would give my students the real education. I would try to make them the good citizens. If my ambition is fulfilled, I shall do my best as a teacher. I am working hard so that I may get the best grades. It would help me in getting admission in a good University. I would always be more...

Street beggars are a common sight in big cities. Clad in rags, shivering in cold they could be seen everywhere begging in the name of God. One obvious reason for this evil is illiteracy, poverty and unemployment. Many evil practices have come into existence because of it. Kids are kidnapped and sold to be trained and used for begging. At times they are brutally crippled, made lame, blind etc. Broadly speaking beggars are of two types- able bodied and disabled. The able-bodied can work and earn their livelihood but at the earlier stages they did not get work and now they do not want to work. They find begging easier and more profitable. The disabled, some due to natural causes and others due to their mentors—have no option. Beggars are a great nuisance. It is our moral duty to help the weak, the hungry and the suffering people. But by more...

Fiona is my neighbor. She turned twelve recently and her parents held a birthday party for her. I was one of those invited. The party began at about three in the afternoon. There were about twenty of us children gathered in Fiona's house. We were all dressed in our best clothes. Everyone, especially Fiona, wore a happy smile. We gave our presents to Fiona and she happily opened them. It must really be exciting to receive all those presents. After that Fiona's mother served us soft drinks and delicious sweets. We then played some games like "Musical Chairs" and "Treasure Hunt". The winners were given prizes. At about four-thirty Fiona's mother brought out the birthday cake. It was beautifully decorated with pink and white icing. Twelve colorful candles sat in the middle of the cake. We all sang "Happy Birthday" to Fiona after which she blew out the candles and more...

It was around Diwali. We wanted to buy clothes, Diwali lights and many other items. Chandni Chowk is famous for such items. My mother and I went to Chandni Chowk. It is near the Red Fort in Old Delhi. There was lot of crowd. Everyone was pushing each other. There were traffic jams and the vehicles were blowing their horns. Street vendors were selling various items which were very cheap. Many customers were bargaining with the shopkeepers. Some poor beggars were asking for food and money. We went to a shop, where my mother bought a saree and a suit for me. She bought some artificial jewelry for me. We also bought some sweets from the famous shop of Ghantewala, From the Electrical Market we bought Diwali lights and a electriciron. We were all tired after shopping. We took a cold drink to refresh ourselves. There after we returned home. more...

It is true that excessive love for money which is called lust for money has caused innumerable maladies. Many relationships which are otherwise considered sacred and inviolable are broken or spoiled due to some dispute regarding money. In modern times, money is everything. If a man has money, he can have as many friends as he likes. He can buy and enjoy any luxuries which his heart may demand or cherish. A man who has money can earn more money without much work. Many politicians use money and muscle power to buy votes. Money matters in international relations. So, money is all powerful in the modern world.