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| | <big>സഖി, കരുനാഗപ്പള്ളി ഗേൾസ് ഹൈസ്കൂളിലെ ലൈബ്രറി പ്രവർത്തകരായ കുട്ടികളുടെ കൂട്ടായ്മയായ അക്ഷര സേനയുടെ മുഖപത്രമാണ്. ഈ വിദ്യാലയത്തിലെ കുട്ടികളുടെ രചനകളാണ് ഇതിൽ ഉൾപ്പെടുത്തുന്നത്. വായന വളർത്തുന്നതിനൊപ്പം അവരുടെ രചനാപരമായ കഴിവുകളെ പരിപോഷിപ്പിക്കുകയാണ് ലക്ഷ്യം. സ്കൂൾ വിക്കി പേജിൽ ഇതര ഭാഷകൾ ഒഴിവാക്കി മലയാളം രചനകൾ മാത്രം ചേർക്കുന്നു.</big> |
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| <big>സഖി, കരുനാഗപ്പള്ളി ഗേൾസ് ഹൈസ്കൂളിലെ ലൈബ്രറി പ്രവർത്തകരായ കുട്ടികളുടെ കൂട്ടായ്മയായ അക്ഷര സേനയുടെ മുഖപത്രമാണ്. ഈ വിദ്യാലയത്തിലെ കുട്ടികളുടെ രചനകളാണ് ഇതിൽ ഉൾപ്പെടുത്തുന്നത്. വായന വളർത്തുന്നതിനൊപ്പം അവരുടെ രചനാപരമായ കഴിവുകളെ പരിപോഷിപ്പിക്കുകയാണ് ലക്ഷ്യം.</big> | |
| == മലയാളം ==
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| == കവിത == | | == കവിത == |
| <big>അമ്മ</big> | | |
| | === അമ്മ === |
| <big>എഴുതിയത് - മഹിമ. പി<br /> | | <big>എഴുതിയത് - മഹിമ. പി<br /> |
| പാരിൽ നിറെയും എൻ അമ്മ മഹത്വം.<br /> | | പാരിൽ നിറെയും എൻ അമ്മ മഹത്വം.<br /> |
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| അമ്മതൻ വാക്കിലും ഞാൻ വളരും.<br /> | | അമ്മതൻ വാക്കിലും ഞാൻ വളരും.<br /> |
| ഡി ടി പി .നിധില രാജ്</big> | | ഡി ടി പി .നിധില രാജ്</big> |
| | | === സൗഹൃദം === |
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| == '''പാവപ്പെട്ട ഒരു വൃദ്ധൻ''' == | |
| .ഫാത്തിമ.റ്റി
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| പ്റഭാതം പുലർന്നു.ഒരു യാത്റകഴിഞ്ഞ് വരുവഴി ഒരു വൃദ്ദനെ കണ്ടുമുട്ടിഅദ്ദേഹം വളരെയധികം അവശനായിരുന്നു. വേച് വേചാണ് അയാൾ നടക്കുന്നത്. രാവിലത്തെ പ്റാതലിനുള്ള കാശ് അദ്ദേഹം ഒാരോരുത്തരുടേയും കൈയിൽ നിന്നും ഇരന്ന് വാങ്ങുകയാണ്. ഞാൻ അദ്ദേഹത്തിന് പ്റാതലിനുള്ള കാശ് കൊടുത്തിട്ട് എൻെ്റ യാത്റ തുടർന്നു. ഇത് അങ്ങനെ സ്ഫിരവായി. എനിക്ക് അയാളോട് എന്തന്നില്ലത്ത സ്നേഹം തോന്നി. ഒരു ദിവസം ഞാൻ യാത്റകഴിഞ്ഞ് വരുന്ന വഴി ആ വൃദ്ദനെ അവിടെയെല്ലാം നോക്കി അദ്ധഹത്തിനെ എനിക്ക് കാണാൻ കഴിഞ്ഞില്ല. ഞാൻ വലരെയധികം ദുഖിച്ചു.അങ്ങനെ കുറേദൂരം കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ ഒരു വീടിന് മുൻന്നിൽ ആളുകളുടെ ബഹളം പോലെ തോന്നി. ഞാൻ അവിടേക്ക് ഒന്ന് തലചായ്ച്ചു. എനിക്ക് കാണാൻ കഴിഞ്ഞത് വളരെയധികം വേദനാജനകമായിരുന്നു. എന്താണെന്ന് വെച്ചാൽ പാചകപുരയിൽനിന്നു ആഹാരം മോട്ടിച്ചതിനാണ്. പിറ്റെന്ന് ഞാൻ വീണ്ടും അദ്ദേഹത്തെ തിരക്കി. ഞാൻ കണ്ടകാഴ്ച്ച വളരെയധികം ഭയാനകമായിരുന്നു. അദ്ദേഹം ഒരു മരത്തിൻ ചുവട്ടിൽഞ്ഞെരുങ്ങികിടക്കുന്നു. തണുപ്പുകോണ്ട് അദ്ദേഹം വിറയ്ക്കുന്നുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ഞാൻ അടുത്തുള്ള കടയിൽ കയറ്റി ഒരു പുതപ്പ് വാങ്ങി അദ്ദേഹത്തിനെ പുതപ്പിച്ച് പിന്നീട് അയാൾ പെട്ടെന്ന് ചാടി എണീറ്റു. ഞാൻ പോടിച്ചുപ്പോയി. അവിടെനിന്നും അദ്ദേഹം എന്നോട് ഒരു ചോദ്യം ഉന്നയിച്ചു. എന്തിനാണ് എന്നെ ശല്യപ്പെടുതുന്നത്? കുറച്ച് നേരം ഞാൻ മൂകയായിനിന്നു. ഇത്റയും പറഞ്ഞ് അയാൾ ദൂരത്തേക്ക് നീങ്ങി. അയാൾ വേച്ച് വേച്ച് നടന്നുമറയുന്നതവരെ ഞാൻ അയാളെ നിരീക് ഷിച്ച് അവിടെതന്നെ നിന്നു.
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| ആരാണെൻ പിറകെയും മുന്നെയും | | ആരാണെൻ പിറകെയും മുന്നെയും |
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| ഇരന്പി കലിതുളളും മനോഹര | | ഇരന്പി കലിതുളളും മനോഹര |
| സ്വപ്നങ്ങളാണെൻ | | സ്വപ്നങ്ങളാണെൻ |
| 'കൂട്ടുകാർ' | | ലിറ്റിൽ കൈറ്റ്സ് |
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| == ഇംഗ്ലീഷ് ==
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| == '''REALITY OF LIFE''' ==
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| == '''BUTTERFLY''' ==
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| The butterfly are sweet and
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| They are flying in the garden
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| They are playing with the children
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| They want to drink the nectar
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| They are flying far...and far....
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| Children love butterflies
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| They are a beautiful gift of nature.......
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| Written : Nandana
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| Typed : Adheena
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| == '''FRIENDSHIP''' ==
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| My friend is always with me
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| I can trust her without doubt
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| She is with me in joy and sorrow.
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| And makes shining, my coming tomorrow ;we play , sing and even dance ; staying separate ? There's no chance ! We talk to each other, So you can say,
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| We are always in touch
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| She is always ready to help me,
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| Our friendship is firm and strong.............
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| Written:Lekshmi fathima
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| Typed; Sreerenjini.J
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| == '''HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY''' ==
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| Once upon a time there lived a milkman. He had to cross a river on a boat to reach the village where he sells the milk. He mixes the milk with the water from the river and sell it to the poor people of the village.
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| One day he went to the village for collect the money of milk he sold. On the way from the village on the boat,that boat fell in to the river. All his money had lost. He became very sad . On that time,a sound heard from the river - “Dont't worry ...the money which lost is not your's .....it is the money you earned from cheating the poor peoples by mixing the milk with the water from the river...”
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| Milkman understood his mistake.He requested to pardom him for his mistake to the god...............
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| == '''THE WAY GOD HELPS.''' ==
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| There was a small village near a river .Everyone lived happily and offered regular prayers at the village temple. Once during the monsoon season ,it rained heavily . The river started overflowing and flood entered the village . Every one started to evaluate their houses and set out to go out to the safe place.
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| One man ran to temple . He quickly went to priest room and told him '' The flood water has entered into our homes and it is rising quickly and water also started to enter the temple . We must have the village as in not time it will sink under the water ! Everyone has set out to go to the safer places and you must come alone ''. The priest told that the man ,'' I am not like you all and I have full faith in god . I trust the god that he will come to save me . I will not leave the temple ; you may'' ! So the man left .
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| Soon the water level started to rise and reached waist height . The priest climbed on the desk. After a few minutes; a man with the boat a came to rescue the priest . But the priest again refused to leave giving him the same reason. So the boatman left.
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| He kept praying to god to save him as the water kept rising . The priest climbed to the top of the temple , soon the helicopter came . They dropped the rope ladder for the priest to rescue him. But the priest refused to leave by giving him the reason .
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| At the last when temple submerged under the water . The priest kept his head up and started complaining ;'' Oh lord ! I worshipped you for all my life and kept my faith in you ! Why didn't you came to save me'' ? The god appeared in front of him with a smile . He said , ''Oh mad man , I came to save you three times ! I came running to you to ask you to leave forward the safest place with the other villages ; I came with a boat , I came with helicopter ! What is my fault ? If you didn't recognize me ? The priest realized his mistake and ask forgiveness . He got his chance to go the safe place one more time which he accepted...........
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| == '''STUB BORN''' ==
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| I met Siya when I was in tenth grade. I was talkative and carefree one and she was an overprotective mature one . I late to admit it but she was the studious one while I barely manage to pass . But there is one thing that I hate about her . It is her stub borness.
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| Once in the last day of school we were standing at the terrace of our school two-storied building .I noticed some oil spilled on the high platform of the terrace . Just then Siya decided to stand in the platform .I stopped her but she took the stub born expression and jumped into the platform . Suddenly she slipped , lost her lost her balance and she fell down . She broke her hand and leg . When she reached her home after she had taken discharge from hospital I told her “Stub born never pays ”........
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| One man ran to temple . He quickly went to priest room and told him '' The flood water has entered into our homes and it is rising quickly and water also started to enter the temple . We must have the village as in not time it will sink under the water ! Everyone has set out to go to the safer places and you must come alone ''. The priest told that the man ,'' I am not like you all and I have full faith in god . I trust the god that he will come to save me . I will not leave the temple ; you may'' ! So the man left .
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| Soon the water level started to rise and reached waist height . The priest climbed on the desk. After a few minutes; a man with the boat a came to rescue the priest . But the priest again refused to leave giving him the same reason. So the boatman left.
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| He kept praying to god to save him as the water kept rising . The priest climbed to the top of the temple , soon the helicopter came . They dropped the rope ladder for the priest to rescue him. But the priest refused to leave by giving him the reason .
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| At the last when temple submerged under the water . The priest kept his head up and started complaining ;'' Oh lord ! I worshipped you for all my life and kept my faith in you ! Why didn't you came to save me'' ? The god appeared in front of him with a smile . He said , ''Oh mad man , I came to save you three times ! I came running to you to ask you to leave forward the safest place with the other villages ; I came with a boat , I came with helicopter ! What is my fault ? If you didn't recognize me ? The priest realized his mistake and ask forgiveness . He got his chance to go the safe place one more time which he accepted...........
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| == '''Poisonous plants''' == | |
| Poisonous plants containing substance that taken into the body of human or animals in small or moderate amounts provoke a harmful reaction resulting in illness or death . Possibly as may one out of each hundred species of plants in poisonous but not all here been recognized as such dangerous plants are widely distributed in woods , fields and dry ranges, roadsides. Many ornamental plants as oleander , lilly of the valley are poisonous.
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| Botanist have no set rules to determine accurately whether any germ plant is poisonous . The poisonous compounds may be distributed through out all part of the plant or it may accumulated in one part of the plant more than any other such as the root.
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| Some active principles cause skin Irritation directly others bring about an reaction most poisonous however must into the body before they acts is in almost all cases this happen when they one eaten
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| == '''NIGHT FAIRY''' ==
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| In the winter night
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| It was supposed to ride on you ,
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| to shower on grasses sparkling' DEW'
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| How shall I now drop this dew? back I want to ride on you.....
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| I want to paint in every dream,
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| Lovely flowers and beautiful stream
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| Where fear keeps out and so does screams
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| Wait , I have to paint every 'DREAMS.'......
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| == '''BEHOLD THE CITY''' ==
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| Memories left to be traced by time
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| bricks on the broken walls line
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| And moment pass to days and years
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| And still waits to face the fears
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| Those walls that have fallen
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| Have fails in them
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| whispers of night that disguised the foe
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| of falling blood and head bowed,
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| The city has dead as bricks and bones
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| And left for history are papers and stones
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| == '''PEACE''' ==
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| peace an everlasting flower
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| That should blow on every heart,
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| Powering joy to every mind
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| Removing gloom from every soul ,
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| Peace , a twinkling star,
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| That should shine forever
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| In the life of each on earth
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| Giving smile to every lip,
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| '' Peace ,an unavoidable thing
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| strengthening every mind
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| And comforting every soul .''
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| peace , a precious gift
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| May it not be fade away
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| And brightens forever .................
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| == '''KNOWLEDGE FOR GOOD NOT FOR BAD''' ==
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| Once there lived three friend's . They were studying in gurukulam. They were very found of knowledge .At last day in the gurukulam they decided to go back to home. They have to go their house through a deep forest . They decided to found who among them have greatest knowledge .They saw a skeleton of a lion . One of them told decided to give the skeleton flesh .The second one decided to give it blood and skin and the third one decided to give life .Two of them forced him to not do that .But he give it's life The lion roared and jump in front of them .They were afraid and close there eyes .Suddenly they heard the sound of a goat .They open there eyes and saw a goat in front of them .They didn't understood anything , how the lion changed to goat .Suddenly they saw there guru in front of them .The guru said '' You should use your knowledge for good thing s not for bad things.
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| == '''MY LOVELY BROTHERS''' ==
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| My brothers are my gift
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| They are my sweetest and lonely
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| They are my life
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| They are my heart
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| My brothers are my gift of god
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| They are my little angels
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| They are my all
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| They are my best friends
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| Without them I won't be in the world
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| They are my boon.......
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| We are one........
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| Typed:Adheena
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| == '''READ AND READ''' ==
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| The best food for the mind is reading. It has a joy of its own, which nothing else can give. The pleasure one derive from reading is recreation. Reading gives us joy and we forget the sorrows of life. In addition to that it becomes a constant source of inspiration and enriches the human soul.
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| We should be very careful in choosing books. If bad books come into the hands of the young, their minds will be infected with those evils. Many youths have been ruined because of bad books. Good books on the other hand are purifying. They enlarge, enrich their minds and mould their character. The habit of reading is a sign of culture. It is a great source of enjoyment and the best means of utilising leisure......
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| == '''STAGE FRIGHT''' ==
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| In our life or at least once in life we have experienced stage fright . What exactly is stage fright? Is it the fright we experience when we are asked to perform on a stage in front of millions ? No. It is just a thought in our mind .I have experienced this so called fright .I am trying to overcome it. It is the lack of confidence that leads to stage fright. It is our body's reaction towards an uncomfortable situation .Usually when stage fright occurs our palms become wet, we feel dizzy ,we feel like darkness entering our eyes and we feel nausea . All these occur because we are not comfortable with the situation .
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| You can easily overcome this by just confronting the situation .Tell your mind that you are comfortable .Take deep breath to control your heart beat .In my life I have come across many situations in which I had to speak in front of a great dice .I used to stammer and hold on to the mike without speaking anything . Slowly this began to change but I still have wet palms and shivering hands . Just think that it is all in the game and never quit saying I can't do it “Its all in the game”
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| Written – Helena .V. Ahamed
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| == '''STEP MOTHER''' ==
| | പ്റഭാതം പുലർന്നു.ഒരു യാത്റകഴിഞ്ഞ് വരുവഴി ഒരു വൃദ്ദനെ കണ്ടുമുട്ടിഅദ്ദേഹം വളരെയധികം അവശനായിരുന്നു. വേച് വേചാണ് അയാൾ നടക്കുന്നത്. രാവിലത്തെ പ്റാതലിനുള്ള കാശ് അദ്ദേഹം ഒാരോരുത്തരുടേയും കൈയിൽ നിന്നും ഇരന്ന് വാങ്ങുകയാണ്. ഞാൻ അദ്ദേഹത്തിന് പ്റാതലിനുള്ള കാശ് കൊടുത്തിട്ട് എൻെ്റ യാത്റ തുടർന്നു. ഇത് അങ്ങനെ സ്ഫിരവായി. എനിക്ക് അയാളോട് എന്തന്നില്ലത്ത സ്നേഹം തോന്നി. ഒരു ദിവസം ഞാൻ യാത്റകഴിഞ്ഞ് വരുന്ന വഴി ആ വൃദ്ദനെ അവിടെയെല്ലാം നോക്കി അദ്ധഹത്തിനെ എനിക്ക് കാണാൻ കഴിഞ്ഞില്ല. ഞാൻ വലരെയധികം ദുഖിച്ചു.അങ്ങനെ കുറേദൂരം കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോൾ ഒരു വീടിന് മുൻന്നിൽ ആളുകളുടെ ബഹളം പോലെ തോന്നി. ഞാൻ അവിടേക്ക് ഒന്ന് തലചായ്ച്ചു. എനിക്ക് കാണാൻ കഴിഞ്ഞത് വളരെയധികം വേദനാജനകമായിരുന്നു. എന്താണെന്ന് വെച്ചാൽ പാചകപുരയിൽനിന്നു ആഹാരം മോട്ടിച്ചതിനാണ്. പിറ്റെന്ന് ഞാൻ വീണ്ടും അദ്ദേഹത്തെ തിരക്കി. ഞാൻ കണ്ടകാഴ്ച്ച വളരെയധികം ഭയാനകമായിരുന്നു. അദ്ദേഹം ഒരു മരത്തിൻ ചുവട്ടിൽഞ്ഞെരുങ്ങികിടക്കുന്നു. തണുപ്പുകോണ്ട് അദ്ദേഹം വിറയ്ക്കുന്നുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ഞാൻ അടുത്തുള്ള കടയിൽ കയറ്റി ഒരു പുതപ്പ് വാങ്ങി അദ്ദേഹത്തിനെ പുതപ്പിച്ച് പിന്നീട് അയാൾ പെട്ടെന്ന് ചാടി എണീറ്റു. ഞാൻ പോടിച്ചുപ്പോയി. അവിടെനിന്നും അദ്ദേഹം എന്നോട് ഒരു ചോദ്യം ഉന്നയിച്ചു. എന്തിനാണ് എന്നെ ശല്യപ്പെടുതുന്നത്? കുറച്ച് നേരം ഞാൻ മൂകയായിനിന്നു. ഇത്റയും പറഞ്ഞ് അയാൾ ദൂരത്തേക്ക് നീങ്ങി. അയാൾ വേച്ച് വേച്ച് നടന്നുമറയുന്നതവരെ ഞാൻ അയാളെ നിരീക് ഷിച്ച് അവിടെതന്നെ നിന്നു. |
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| I was still in my teens when my mother met with an accident and died. My father ,who wasn't very fond of my mother ,remarried an eighteen year old girl . I was very annoyed with this decision but could do nothing but accept it .
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| My step mother was an unruly teenager . Just because she is a little older than me she forces her rules on me. Firstly she took away all my make up and accessories that my gave me. I got really angry and charged at her when my dad came and slapped me for the first time . She was happy to see my dad slapping me. That night I decided to escape from my house . I took all my necessary things including a sum of 1,00000 rupees from my dad's suitcase and went to the railway station .On my way an auto driver chased me to a forest. I was left all alone and couldn't grab my bearings.
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| I called my dad but my step mother attended the call.
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| She sounded worried .I told her were I was and to come soon .Within five minutes she reached there and picked me up .She said that she was really sorry for what she had done and I also added my apology .She said that she had got so worried and didn't tell my dad as she thought that he would slap her again .From that day we realised each other's mistakes and led a happy life.
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| Written by Helena.V.Ahamed
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| typed by – Mahima.P and Anakha
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| == '''THE FARMER''' ==
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| Once there lived a farmer. He had an ass .Some thieves were trying to steal it. One day when the ass was staying alone , the thieves stole it.
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| The farmer's friend saw that .he ran to the farmer and said,what happened? Then the farmer ran behind them.
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| The farmer said to them that if you don't give ass back , I will do what my father did .
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| Then the thieves became afraid and gave back the ass.
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| With a great anxiety ,they asked the farmer that what did his father did.
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| By laughing the farmer replied:My father bought a new ass. That ass is this.
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| == '''PROBLEMS OF PLASTIC USE''' ==
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| My heart is a simplest soft flute
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| Made of blood and flesh
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| of universal brotherhood flow out
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| gently and smoothly
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| I don't know
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| perhaps owing to the facility function
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| of my flute in all health
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| It is nothing but sincerely
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| I am sure
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| These melodies intangible
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| To your fingers.....
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| Invisible to your eyes....
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| See my flute is an open one
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| Nothing hidden in the fathoms of it
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| Lekshmi
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| Typed by
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| Adithya.p
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