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Today is a very good sun. He was very hard work farmer. Hindi is best subject in India. My best subject in India Hindi. I love India. 

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The poem talks of a fairly universal experience. This poem is a comment on the relationship in the modern world. In this poem a father is speaking. He and his son have lived in the same house for years. Yet, there is a kind gap between them. They speak like stronger. There is no sign of understanding between them. Although the son has grown up the way his father wanted, yet the father cannot share when his son loves. The son has grown and has his would return to his father is house instead of making a new world. If he returned to his father is house. He would forgive him and would revive the old love. The father and his son have to live on the same land. Yet they cannot share their thoughts. The father cannot understand why his grief after changes into anger. They put out their hands. But there are empty. Bath of them wish that there were something to forgive. But it is not there and so they continue to live their empty lives. 

In this poem,the poet wanders when he last his childhood. He wanders whether his childhood went when he crossed the age of eleven. Or did he lase his childhood when he gained wisdom and came to know that hell and Heaven are not real things. These cannot be found in Geography books. Then the past wanders whether he last his childhood innocence when he found the truth about the adult. He found that the adult were not as they appeared to be. They talked of love and preached of love. But did not act lovingly. The poet wanders whether he last his childhood when he realized that his mind was independent. He could produce his own thoughts and had no need to follow the thoughts of others. In the end, the poet wonders where his childhood went. He thinks that it has gone and hidden itself in same infant is face. It means that when he sees on infant is face. He remembers his own childhood. 

In this poem the poet sees the following shower and asks it who it is. Strangely it gives the answer. It tells the poet that it is the poem of the earth and the voice of the rain. The shower is eternal. It rises out of the land and deep sea. From there the shower goes upward. There it's outer form is totally changed. Yet it remains the same. Then the shower descends to the earth and to wash away the drought and the dust-layers of the earth. And the seeds in the earth would remain only seeds without the help of the shower. They would not take Birth. The shower says that night and day. It tries to gives life to the earth and make it pure and beautiful. The shower says that a song. After fulfillment, returns its Birth place with love. The shower is also like a song. It takes Birth from the land and then returns it it. 

The poet sees a Laburnum tree. In the afternoon of a September day. The top of this tree is silent. A few of its lovers are yellowing. Then the goldfinch bird comes and the silence of the tree is broken. It starts chirping. The goldfinch is thin and active like a lizard. As soon as it enters its branches of the tree, it becomes noisy. There are the young ones of the bird in the tree. Now there is the noise of chirping and the movement of wings. The whole tree trembles. The poet says that this noise is engine of the bird is family. She brings this engine to it's full full force. Them it flies out and sits at the end of a branch. After sometime, the goldfinch chirps. Lightly and flies away in the sky. As soon as she leaves the tree, it becomes silent again. It appears as if it were empty. 

In this poem,the poetess looks at a photograph of her mother and two cousins. The three stanzas of the poem depicts three phases. In the first stanza, the poetess was not even born. She looks at a photograph. It shows her two cousins, each one holding her mother is hands at the seashore. Her mother was also a girl of about twelve years at that time. The poetess uncle took that photograph. The poetess says that her mother is face in the photograph is very sweet. The three girls in the photograph are standing at the seashore and the sea water is washing their feet. The second phase describes a period about twenty or thirty years. The poetess mother looked at the photograph and told her about it. She said that the two girls in the photograph are Betty and Dally and they had specifically dressed for their sea beach holiday. The poetess saying that the sea beached holiday was her mother is post. Her mother is laughter is now the poetess post. It means that her mother is no more in this worl...

      Last Sunday we went out on a picnic. We went to Badkhal Lake. This lake is situated near Faridabad. This is a natural lake among rocks. It is very deep and wide. The Haryana Government has developed the lake and the area around it into a fine picnic spot. I went to the lake with my friends. There is facility of boating. We took three boats and did a lot of boating on the lake. One of my friends had a good camera with him. He took our snaps in various poses. There is a very good restaurant on the bank of this lake. This is run by the tourist department of Haryana.  In the afternoon we took our meals in the restaurant. Then we took rest on the lawns. A friend of mine sang songs. I sang a gazal. After sometime we took a walk around the lake. In the evening we came back. I will never forget that pleasant Sunday. 

Ambala  January 5, 20..... The Arts Club of Bank Colony Ambala Cantt. Organised a charity show to collect funds for the victims ' families of the kargil conflict. The Deputy Commissioner of Ambala inaugurated the show. Fancy dress competition, mono-acting and solo-dance were the main attractions of the show.  Secretary  Arts Club 

Birth Name: Chandra Shekhar Tiwari Date sh Birth: July 23,1906 Place of Birth: Bhavra village in Jhabua district of Madhya Pradesh  Parents: Pandit Sita Ram Tiwari (Father) and Jagrani Devi (Mother)  Education: Sanskrit Pathashala in Varanasi  Association: Hindustan Republican Association (HRA) later renamed Hindustan Socialist Republican Association (HSRA)  Movement: Indian Freedom Struggle  Religious views: Hinduism  Passed Away: February 27, 1931 Memorial: Chandra Shekhar Azad Memorial ( Shahid Smarak), Orchha, Tikamgarh, Madhya Pradesh  Chandra Shekhar Azad was the quintessential firebrand revolutionary who fiercely craved independence for his country. A contemporary of Bhagat Singh, Azad never quite received the same levels of adoration for his deeds, yet his actions were no less heroic. His life-long goal was to create as much problem for the British Government as he could. He was the master of disguises and evaded capture by the British police m...

        Once there was a lion in the jungle. He was sleeping. A mouse lived nearby. It come out of its hole. It began to jump over the lion. The lion woke up. He caught the mouse. The mouse begged for mercy. The lion took pity on it go.          One day a hunter came into the jungle. He cast his net. The same lion was caught in it  He began to roar. He mouse heard his roar. It came out. It cut the net. The lion was free. He thanked the mouse.         Moral: Do good, have good. 

        Once there was a bee. It felt thirsty. It went to the river. It fell into the river. It has about to die. A dove saw it. She plucked a leaf. She threw the leaf into the water. The bee got on to it. Its life was saved. It flew away.         Same days passed. A hunter came. He saw the dove. He aimed at the dove. The bee saw all this. It stung the hunter. His gun fell down. The dove flew away. She thanked the bee.       Moral: Do good, have good.

        I live in a small town. But last month I visited Delhi. It is the capital of India. It is a very big city. I was wonder-struck to see the life in this big city. There is big rush in Delhi. People are rushing from here to there all the day. The rush and traffic increase at about 9 A.M. When people go to offices, schools and colleges. There is again a great rush at about six in the evening when people came home from officers. I saw big buildings in Delhi. The railway station and the bus stand are big crowded. There are a number of cinema houses in Delhi. While loitering on the road, I felt thirsty. I looked for a tap or a hand pump but I  found none. I was surprised to find that even drinking water is sold there. I visited the Parliament House, the Zoo, the Red Fort and the Birla Mandir. I heaved a sigh of relief when I returned to the calm and peaceful atmosphere of my small town. 

        Last year, I visited Mussourie. I and two of ma friends went together. Mussourie is a beautiful hill station. It is surrounded by tall and majestic hills. From Dehradun, Mussourie is only one hour away by bus. The way to Mussourie from Dehradun is very steep. At night one can see the beautiful and shining city of Mussourie from Dehradun. In the same way, from Mussourie one can see below the lights of Dehradun at night. There is no number of beauty spots in and around Mussourie. Thousands of tourists visit this hill station from India and the other countries. We stayed at Mussourie for a week. We went to see the Kempti Falls. We had a beautiful glimpse of our Himalayas from Lal Tibba hill. We enjoyed a ride in the rope-way trollies at gunhill. We visited Dhanllti also.  He lake at Mussourie is small but beautiful. We did some shopping at the Chinese market. The memory of my visit to Mussourie will always remain fresh in my mind. 

      Once there was a fox. He was very hungry. He went here and there in search of food. But he did not get food anywhere. At last he reached a garden. There he saw a Crow in the tree. The Crow had a piece of cheese in his beak.       The fox was very clever. He began to praise the Crow. He said,"Dear Crow ! You are very beautiful. Your voice is very sweet. Please sing me a song." The Crow was taken in. He opened the beak to sing. The piece of cheese fell down. The fox ate it up and went away.  Moral: Beware of flatterers. 

Once there was a poor woodcutter. One day he was cutting a tree on the bank of a river. His axe fell into the water. He was sad. God Mercury appeared. He asked the woodcutter why he was sad. The woodcutter said that his axe had fallen into the water. God Mercury dived. He brought out a golden axe. But the woodcutter said,"This is not mine."The God dived again. He brought out a silver axe. But the woodcutter said again, "This is not mine.               At last the God brought an iron axe. The woodcutter was happy. He said, "This axe is mine."The God was Pleased at his Honesty. He gave him all the three axes.  Moral: Honesty is the best policy. 

UNITED IS STRENGTH  There was a farmer. He had four sons. They always quarrelled with one another. The farmer was very sad. He advised them now to quarrel. But in vain.  One day the farmer fell ill. He knew that his end was near. He called his sons. He gave them a bundle of sticks. He asked them to break it. But they failed to do so. Then the bundle was untied.  The farmer asked his sons to break the sticks one by one.  Each son broke the sticks.  The father said, " Be united like the bundle.  If you are UNITED, none will harm you. "The sons learnt a lesson. They never quarrelled again.  Moral: Union is STRENGTH.

Ambala Cantt  June 15,20...... The N.C.C. troop of our school attended an N.C.C. camp at Shimla from 5th June to 14th June 40 cadets of our school troop took part in this camp with our N.C.C. officer Sh. R.C. Bansal. Our troop cadet Ranjit Singh was selected as the best cadet.