Short Essay Writing on A WEEKLY MARKET DAY

Jose John December 7, 2013 No Comments
A WEEKLY MARKET DAY Don’t rush. Drive slow. See the baby crossing the road, cried my sister. The driver slowed down the jeep. We were on the highway from Ranchi to Raigarh. But now at Patratoli the highway was overflowing with human beings of all ages- men, women, old and young –little children running on the road as if it was the courtyard of their house; and little babies trying to jump out of the laps of their mothers. I had seen weekly markets at different places. But the one at Patratoli- about half a kilometer long –as is a big regular market had come down to the roadside to be at the reach of the Vanvasis. Toys and toys and toys- all indigenous toys of wood, paper machine bamboo and even of stones. A three-wheel walkie for the kid to learn walking-a bird that would whirl in the atmosphere on a string- small wood toys- a whole platoon of soldiers with guns, a complete bands for the occasion of the marriage of your doll. The whole transport system- buses, trains, jeeps, cars, aeroplanes, ships and boats all are there to suit everyone’s pocket. At a little distance you will find an enthusiastic young man exhibiting some mechanized toys...
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A VISIT TO A HISTORICAL MONUMENT- THE TAJ

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A VISIT TO A HISTORICAL MONUMENT- THE TAJ One has to attune one’s mind while passing from spiritual faith to mortal love. Holy Haridwar and Rhishikesh, the abodes of Saints were left miles and miles behind. I was sailing on the clouds of fancy. My soul was pining to see the monument that has immortalized the love between Shajahan and Mumtaz Beghum. My impatience changed into curiosity when I came across the board ‘Taj View’. On the other side of the Jamuna the ‘Dream in Marble’ appeared at a distance and was gone in a minute. An hour and we would be face to face with this seventeenth century monument. Entering the huge red stone gate you reach a platform, and the whole panorama of Taj complex is before you. A few stairs down-the canal leads you to the glamorous building. It is flanked by Cyprus trees. There are fountains in the middle. But they do no sprout as those of the Vrindavan Gardens do. They are the serene symbols of a tomb. The Taj stands on a raised platform. The octagonal shining white building has a perfect symmetry. In the big hall Shajahan enjoys eternal sleep with his wife Mumtaz. The two graves are surrounded with a beautiful...
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Short Essay on A MORNING SCENE IN MY TOWN

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A MORNING SCENE IN MY TOWN The soul of William Wordsworth experiences bliss when he looks at London from the West minister Bridge. His lips brimming with joy move in the appreciation of The beauty of the morning: silent, bare,        Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie        Open unto the fields’ and to the sky All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. That is what the city was to the great bard of nature on September 3, 1802. The industrial revolution had not yet made the city dirty. The poet still saw the glimpses of the nature in the flow of father Tames when at the end of the sonnet he says. The river glided at his own sweet will: Dear God! The very houses seem asleep; And all that mighty heart is lying still! That is what I too feel when from the roof of my house I look at the houses in the lanes and bye lanes – all leading to the roads. Peace and tranquility reigns supreme. The lanes look like small streams flowing to meet the river of the main road. The roads lead to the high way- they are not yet awake, the eye lids have yet to open. The...
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Essay Writing on THE GUJARAT EARTHQUAKE

Jose John December 7, 2013 No Comments
A GREAT NATURAL CALAMITY ‘THE GUJARAT EARTHQUAKE’ “Saare jahan se accha” was silenced within a moment. There was no hue and cry – just a rumbling – the earth shook violently devouring 400 girls and boys who were marching towards the Town Hall in Anjar at 8.46 to celebrate the Republic Day on 26th January 2001 – The first Republic Day of the millennium. It was a festive occasion. There was fun, enjoyment, a general sense of well being and patriotism in the town. Students led the rally with teachers from various schools happily following them. Old men, young men, women and traders waved at the rally. Within a second all perished –three generations were under the huge debris. Three storied houses fell like nine pins. There was none to save the young ones – the blooming flowers of the nation. Nature offered them a mass grave- buried them with parents of many. The whole town of anjar 50 kms from Bhuj having a population of 65,000 known for its vegetable dyes and knives was now a mass grave. No house was served from the fury of nature. The death toll was estimated not less than 25,000.Even after the fifth day at least 1,000 people lay buried under the...
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New Speech Topics on A DAY WHEN EVERYTHING WENT WRONG

Jose John December 6, 2013 No Comments
A DAY WHEN EVERYTHING WENT WRONG It was a Sunday morning and I wanted to have a little more rest. But the dogs won’t stop barking. My room being by the side of the street it was I who had to face the gauntlet. I had only three hours’ sleep by five in the morning when the barking started. What throat the nature had provided this little canine with. They had no business to invade my dream land. But they did. The green lush sea shore, the distant boats dancing on sea waves, the coconut trees inviting the travelers to have a drink from the green fruit, I just enjoyed nature at her best- the scene changed. With a prince’s robe I entered the palace in the forest where the princess was asleep for the last hundred years in her golden surroundings just waiting for me to transform her with a touch. Lo! She was awake – the whole palace was full of activities. The sleeping beauty was just to embrace me when the evil dog barked full throatily. The princess disappeared-no trees-no sea-no dancing boat. I was there in the corner of my room. Let curse fall on the small canine that spoiled my morning. Mother won’t give...
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