Write views on smoking in running busses...
what is excussion tour?
pleez add data interpretation and dialogue writing??..............vry importnt for boards
what is national integration
describe a furious mob in about 1000 words. with the help of following hints:
give a description of a polling station in 100 words. with the help of following hints:
1. what is national integration?
2. how does unity in diversity help in integration
3communal disharmony is a great challenge for the integration of a nation?
Sir, how to write a report writing?
(URGENT) Give a suitable moral of this story......
I was walking around in a Big Bazaar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy who couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''aunty, are you sure I don't have enough money?''I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.Finally, I walked towards him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to Gift for her BIRTHDAY.I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'''OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that Mommy could give It to my sister.He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.Then I remembered a local News paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from coma. Was this the family of the little boy?Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
write a speech on noise pollution in india in 500-550 words.
Use the following notes and write a paragraph in about 100 words
story of a poor boy selling newspapers and after struggling alot in his life he bacme the deputy commissioner of his own town
Please give me a sample diary entry on "Dusshera".
One of your friends Upasana is very gentle and polite to you. You regard her as your best friend. Describe her in about 100 words.
Read the following passage carefully :
(1) My grandmother‟s house is like a chambered sea shell ; it has many rooms, yet it is not a mansion. Its proportions are small and its design simple. It is a house that has grown organically, according to the needs of its inhabitants. To all of us in the family it is known as la casa de Mama. It is the place of our origin ; the stage for our memories and dreams of Island life.
(2) I remember how in my childhood it sat on stilts ; this was before it had a downstairs--it rested on its perch like a great blue bird-not a flying sort of bird, more like a nesting hen, but with spread wings. Grandfather had built it soon after their marriage. He was a painter and house builder by trade-a poet and meditative man by nature. As each of their eight children were born, new rooms were added. After a few years, the paint didn‟t exactly match, nor the materials, so that there was a chronology to it, like the rings of a tree, and Mama could tell you the history of each room in her casa, and thus the genealogy of the family along with it.
(3) Her own room is the heart of the house. Though I have seen it recently- and both woman and room have diminished in size, changed by the new perspective of my eyes, now capable of looking over countertops and tall beds-it is not this picture I carry in my memory of Mama‟s casa. Instead, I see her room as a queen‟s chamber where a small woman loomed large, a throne room with a massive four poster bed in its center, which stood taller than a child‟s head. It was on this bed, where her own children had beem born, that the smallest grandchildren were allowed to take naps in the afternoons ; here too was where Mama secluded herself to dispense private advice to her daughters, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at whoever sat on the rocker where generations of babies had been sung to sleep. To me she looked like a wise empress right out of the fairy tales I was addicted to reading.
(4) And there was the monstrous wardrobe she kept locked with a little golden key she did not hide. This was a test of her dominion over us ; though my cousins and I wanted a look inside that massive wardrobe more than anything, we never reached for that little key lying on top of her Bible on the dresser. This was also where she placed her earrings and rosary when she took them off at night. God‟s word was her security system. This wardrobe was the place where I imagined she kept jewels, satin slippers, and elegant silk, sequined gowns of heartbreaking fineness. I lusted after those imaginary costumes. I had heard that Mama had been a great beauty in her youth, and the belle of many balls. My cousins had ideas as to what she kept in that wooden vault : its secret could be money (Mama‟s did not hand cash to strangers, banks were out of the question, so there were stories that her mattress was stuffed with dollar bills, and that she buried coins in jars in her garden under rose-bushes, or kept them in her untouched wardrobe ; there might be that legendary gun salvaged from the Spanish American conflict over the Island. We went wild over suspected treasures that we made up simply because children have to fill locked trunks with something wonderful.
(1.1) On the basis of your reading of the passage complete the statements that follow:
(a) Memory helps people to stay connected to __________ .
(b) The changing structure of the house reflected -----------
(c) When the author says woman and room have diminished in size he means Mama and her room are ------------------
(d) The author‟s use of images such as “queen‟s chamber,”and “throne room, “ show that Mama -----------------.
(e) God‟s word was her security system because ----------------.
(1.2) Answer briefly the following questions :
(a) Why did Mama not keep the little golden key hidden ?
(b) What had the author heard of Mama as a young woman ?
(1.3) Find the words from the passage which mean the same as the following.
(a) authority/control (para 4)
(b) a string of beads to count prayers (para 4)
Write views on smoking in running busses...
what is excussion tour?
pleez add data interpretation and dialogue writing??..............vry importnt for boards
what is national integration
describe a furious mob in about 1000 words. with the help of following hints:
give a description of a polling station in 100 words. with the help of following hints:
1. what is national integration?
2. how does unity in diversity help in integration
3communal disharmony is a great challenge for the integration of a nation?
Sir, how to write a report writing?
(URGENT) Give a suitable moral of this story......
A touching Story…….
I was walking around in a Big Bazaar store making shopping, when I saw a Cashier talking to a boy who couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll. Then the little boy turned to me and asked: ''aunty, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
I counted his cash and replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy the doll, my dear.'' The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked towards him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much. I wanted to Gift for her BIRTHDAY.
I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so my sister won’t forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that Mommy could give It to my sister.
He heard me!'' 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses.'
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local News paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from coma. Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.
The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
write a speech on noise pollution in india in 500-550 words.
Use the following notes and write a paragraph in about 100 words
story of a poor boy selling newspapers and after struggling alot in his life he bacme the deputy commissioner of his own town
Please give me a sample diary entry on "Dusshera".
One of your friends Upasana is very gentle and polite to you. You regard her as your best friend. Describe her in about 100 words.
Read the following passage carefully :
(1) My grandmother‟s house is like a chambered sea shell ; it has many rooms, yet it is not a mansion. Its proportions are small and its design simple. It is a house that has grown organically, according to the needs of its inhabitants. To all of us in the family it is known as la casa de Mama. It is the place of our origin ; the stage for our memories and dreams of Island life.
(2) I remember how in my childhood it sat on stilts ; this was before it had a downstairs--it rested on its perch like a great blue bird-not a flying sort of bird, more like a nesting hen, but with spread wings. Grandfather had built it soon after their marriage. He was a painter and house builder by trade-a poet and meditative man by nature. As each of their eight children were born, new rooms were added. After a few years, the paint didn‟t exactly match, nor the materials, so that there was a chronology to it, like the rings of a tree, and Mama could tell you the history of each room in her casa, and thus the genealogy of the family along with it.
(3) Her own room is the heart of the house. Though I have seen it recently- and both woman and room have diminished in size, changed by the new perspective of my eyes, now capable of looking over countertops and tall beds-it is not this picture I carry in my memory of Mama‟s casa. Instead, I see her room as a queen‟s chamber where a small woman loomed large, a throne room with a massive four poster bed in its center, which stood taller than a child‟s head. It was on this bed, where her own children had beem born, that the smallest grandchildren were allowed to take naps in the afternoons ; here too was where Mama secluded herself to dispense private advice to her daughters, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at whoever sat on the rocker where generations of babies had been sung to sleep. To me she looked like a wise empress right out of the fairy tales I was addicted to reading.
(4) And there was the monstrous wardrobe she kept locked with a little golden key she did not hide. This was a test of her dominion over us ; though my cousins and I wanted a look inside that massive wardrobe more than anything, we never reached for that little key lying on top of her Bible on the dresser. This was also where she placed her earrings and rosary when she took them off at night. God‟s word was her security system. This wardrobe was the place where I imagined she kept jewels, satin slippers, and elegant silk, sequined gowns of heartbreaking fineness. I lusted after those imaginary costumes. I had heard that Mama had been a great beauty in her youth, and the belle of many balls. My cousins had ideas as to what she kept in that wooden vault : its secret could be money (Mama‟s did not hand cash to strangers, banks were out of the question, so there were stories that her mattress was stuffed with dollar bills, and that she buried coins in jars in her garden under rose-bushes, or kept them in her untouched wardrobe ; there might be that legendary gun salvaged from the Spanish American conflict over the Island. We went wild over suspected treasures that we made up simply because children have to fill locked trunks with something wonderful.
(1.1) On the basis of your reading of the passage complete the statements that follow:
(a) Memory helps people to stay connected to __________ .
(b) The changing structure of the house reflected -----------
(c) When the author says woman and room have diminished in size he means Mama and her room are ------------------
(d) The author‟s use of images such as “queen‟s chamber,”and “throne room, “ show that Mama -----------------.
(e) God‟s word was her security system because ----------------.
(1.2) Answer briefly the following questions :
(a) Why did Mama not keep the little golden key hidden ?
(b) What had the author heard of Mama as a young woman ?
(1.3) Find the words from the passage which mean the same as the following.
(a) authority/control (para 4)
(b) a string of beads to count prayers (para 4)