A school without library is unthinkable these days. It must have books on various subjects, newspapers, journals and magazines. Students, especially those who want to add to their knowledge, go to the library in their vacant periods and study. They gain in general knowledge as well.

My school also has a big library. It is housed in a big hall. There are many almirah in it. Each almirah has books on one subject only. Books are arranged serial wise.

Every student is given a card so that the librarian could issue books against the card. No student can keep a book for more than fourteen days. Defaulters are fined at the rate of Rs.1 per day.

On one side of the library hall there are long tables and benches. Students sit there and read newspapers journals and magazines. Some take down notes. Nobody is permitted to talk to disturb others.

Every class has one library period once a week. Students are supposed to go to the library in the period and study. The library also has reference and text books. They are to be studied in the library itself. The calm and quiet atmosphere of the library helps students to read attentively.

The school librarian is a trained and qualified person and experienced. He gives advice to students on the choice of books. He carries his duty well and is of great help to students. We find him busy all the time. He advises students not to spoil books by scribing on or tearing off the pages

Books add a lot to our knowledge. They are our best friend. Our school library is very important to us.

RECESS PERIOD: Essay Writing


 There is no greater relief than hearing the bell heralding the recess period. All the students rush out of their class rooms shouting and laughing. Once out in the compound, everybody is busy playing and eating. Students run here and there. They do not observe any discipline then. They refresh themselves and feel relaxed after the continuous work in three-four periods.

Students play games and forget about their books. But some students make use of the time to copy home work from other’s note book. Such students do not work at home. Some students sit in different corners of the ground and discuss their favourite topics. Small disputes and exchanges of hot words are not very uncommon.

In the recess period the school canteen is full of life. There are long queues to get eatables like samosas, bread pakoras, sandwitches and pattys. Students prefer to sit in the canteen and have tea and cold drinks. Teachers sit in the staff room, eating and talking. They also relax and prepare themselves for the remaining periods. The moment the bell rings, once again periods start and calm returns to corridors.

Essay Topics on PICNIC


Last Monday our principal granted us a holiday because our class had shown brilliant results in the annual examination. The day was cloudy and a pleasant breeze was blowing. Raju, Rahul, Jyoti, Alpna, Sweety and I were thinking of visiting the zoo in the afternoon. When I suggested that we should have a picnic on the bank of a river, all of them welcomed the idea.

We set off on our bicycles in high spirits, each carrying a basket. We took the main road. The green fields of wheat and others crops, waving in the breeze, stretched on the either side greeted us. Some farmers were seen cutting grass and binding them into sheves.  How delightful it was to get away from the noisy, streets and in the open fresh air!

At last, we reached the river. The water flowed quietly. We came upon a grassy spot under a large banyan tree. We disembarked our baskets and kettles. We were now tired and hungry. Joyti lit fire and placed the kettle on it for preparing for tea for all of us. Raju opened the baskets. O, what a delicious tea it was! I had never tasted one like that before. We opened our lunch boxes and had a hearty lunch of pastry, cakes, bananas, biscuits, oranges and ‘pooris’. We made merry for hours. We sang, danced, told stories and played cards.

In the afternoon we hired a boat, and started rowing downstream. Sweety and I took the oars. Rahul was in a jolly mood. He began to sing songs. All of a sudden, he fell into the water rolling over the side of the boat. Next minute, we were all in water, struggling for our lives. Raju and I could swim. But Rahul was nowhere to be seen! We all wondered where he had gone. But just then, we saw his head rise above the surface of the water. I swam up to him, caught hold of his clothes before he could go down again and pulled him out to the bank.

So it all ended well. Though frightened, we were tired. So we took rest for some time. We returned home late in the evening. We were all thankful to God that the picnic had ended on happy note.

Essay Writing on PATRIOTISM


Patriotism in its simplest term means love for one’s country. It is a natural instinct in us. In the early days families clung together to save themselves from wild animals. Thus many families joined together to make a tribe. Tribe made the nation. We show our love t our country in many ways. We wave our national flag on special occasions. We cheer the speeches of our national leaders.

True patriotism is more than just raising slogan. It is to identify ourselves with nation. People everywhere have done great things for their country. Joan of Arc liberated France from the British. Bhagat Singh, Chandra Shekhar and Sudhash Chandra Bose made supreme sacrifices for the sake of their country. Such men can never be forgotten. In Africa Mandela fought against ‘racism’ for years and ultimately won. He is a great leader for his country.

Genuine patriotism is a sentiment of which we can always be proud. But there is another kind of patriotism also. It is actually self-interest under the guise of national love. It is this sentiments leads to the black-marketers to give money to the National Relief Fund. They make money by foul means to gain a name and then donate a little of it.

True patriotism is great virtue. We must develop it in us. But we should not hate other nations for the sake of our own. That is not patriotism. True patriotism does not tell us to hate others.

Essay about MYSELF


I am a boy. I am twelve year old. My name is Deepak. Deepak means a little lamp which gave us light in dark and it shows the way at night. I am proud of my name. My grandmother gave me this name.

We live in Delhi. It is a beautiful city. It is the capital of India. My mother is a house wife and my father is a service man. My parents are very kind. I have a brother and a sister. My brother is younger to me by eight years, by my sister, preethi, is older to me. My brother’s name is Alok.

We live in our own house. It is beautiful with big lawn and a small garden. There are swings and slides for plants and trees. I love gardening. I have got green fingers since my childhood. My parents also help men in gardening.

I go to school in bus. It is about 9kms away from my house. My brother and sister also study in the same school. It is a govt. model school. I learn many things in the school. We also play games.

I have many friends. But Garima is my best friend. She is my class-fellow. She is pretty and intelligent. Some time she comes to my house. I also visit her house on holidays. Her mother is a teacher. Her father is an officer in a big company.

When I grow up I want to become a teacher. This is my first and last wish to teach the students.