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== '''KNOWLEDGE FOR GOOD NOT FOR BAD''' == | |||
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. | |||
Written By ; Ruksana H | |||
Typed By ; Malavika vs | |||
== '''MY LOVELY BROTHERS''' == | |||
My brothers are my gift | |||
They are my sweetest and lonely | |||
They are my life | |||
They are my heart | |||
My brothers are my gift of god | |||
They are my little angels | |||
They are my all | |||
They are my best friends | |||
Without them I won't be in the world | |||
They are my boon....... | |||
We are one........ | |||
Written:Akshara | |||
Typed:Adheena | |||
== '''READ AND | |||
READ''' == | |||
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. | |||
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...... | |||
Written:Noora | |||
Typed:Adheena | |||
== '''STAGE FRIGHT''' == | |||
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 . | |||
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” | |||
Written – Helena .V. Ahamed | |||
Typed-Mahima.P | |||
== '''STEP MOTHER''' == | |||
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 . | |||
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. | |||
I called my dad but my step mother attended the call. | |||
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. | |||
Written by Helena.V.Ahamed | |||
typed by – Mahima.P and Anakha | |||
== '''THE FARMER''' == | |||
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. | |||
The farmer's friend saw that .he ran to the farmer and said,what happened? Then the farmer ran behind them. | |||
The farmer said to them that if you don't give ass back , I will do what my father did . | |||
Then the thieves became afraid and gave back the ass. | |||
With a great anxiety ,they asked the farmer that what did his father did. | |||
By laughing the farmer replied:My father bought a new ass. That ass is this. | |||
Typed by, | |||
Lekshmi | |||
written by, | |||
Aliya and Aisha | |||
== '''PROBLEMS OF PLASTIC USE''' == | |||
My heart is a simplest soft flute | |||
Made of blood and flesh | |||
Some holes here and there | |||
through which melodies | |||
of universal brotherhood flow out | |||
gently and smoothly | |||
I don't know | |||
Whether your ears are capable or not | |||
to hear these songs | |||
perhaps owing to the facility function | |||
of my flute in all health | |||
It is nothing but sincerely | |||
I am sure | |||
These melodies intangible | |||
To your fingers..... | |||
Invisible to your eyes.... | |||
See my flute is an open one | |||
Nothing hidden in the fathoms of it | |||
written by | |||
Lekshmi | |||
Typed by | |||
Adithya.p | |||