THE GAME OF CRICKET

Cricket is a famous game of most of the people. It is the national game of England. It is  the game for the summer amusement of all the people irrespective of age. There is cricket club in every village and town.

The introduction of the cricket into India is remarkable evidence of its fascination Cricket began flourishing in India. The cricket trains the skill and intellect of the cricket player the long time which the team takes to finish a well contested cricket match affords excellent training
in endurance and unfaltering determination. They prove that success ca n be achieved through smart playing . It creates team spirit, leadership quality and creates motivation: Positive thinkers can be winners. One cricketer excels as a balls man, mother as a bowler, third may be good at catch- skills and fourth may be clever at throwing ball in twisting style. The institution of  the umpire inspires an orderly spirit among the players.

The cricket is a valuable game. The strength of cricket fans grow day by day. Everyone has flair to know about the cricket game. Cricket creates national spirit.

It is a game of entertainment for anybody else who wants to spend time at leisure. Sachin Tendulkar. Kavaskar, Viswanath. Patel are said to
be role-models of the modern cricket fans. They are source of inspiration for the youngsters who aspire to become the best cricket players in India.

THE GRAFTS MUSEUM

India is unique country which has rich variety of crafts. Il has a long tradition and wide range of handicrafts There include textile. pottery. Papier  mache, toys, jewellery, woodwork, sculpture. Paintings, metal work, lather-work, etc.

The Crafts Museum in Delhi provides a panorama of the tradition crafts from various parts of the country.

The crafts museum is situated on Mathura Road in Pragati Maidan. It exhibits the styles of houses, of various regions of India.

It has a gallery which display the beautiful craftsmen, working at the Museum, who make beautiful items. One can see the wearing of
colourful. It is amazing to see magical hands, carving a stone on a wooden sculpture, Village women from Bihar make attractive Madhubani
painting.

The artists from Orissa, West Bangal Rajasthan, Gujarat, Andhra Pradesh Tamilnadu and other states demonstrate their talents and
skills in handicrafts and various other arts One can have a glimpse of a miniature India at the crafts Museum. I felt very proud of
my country after I visited this Museum.

THE HUMAN RIGHT

The human rights such as life, health, freedom, justice and protection against exploitation arc inherent with every person on equal basis. However, these rights are violated not only by individuals but also by government.

In view of this United Nation on 10th December 1948 adopted the universal Declaration of human right, by which the right to free speech, freedom of movement, judicial right, right of governance of their country, right to equality, right to live with dignity, right to rest
and recreation, right to equal payment for equal work.

The standard and enforcement of these rights differ from country to country. In some countries these rights are not statutory and obligatory.

They are under constant pursuance to adopt these rights. Media can play an important role..To check the violation of these rights, it is essential to bring in light the suppressing a discriminating actions and to raise voice against them.

THE NEW WOMEN – Essay writing

The 20th century has seen many changes in economic, scientific, social and many other fields across the globe. In India noteworthy strides in all spheres of life have been made. Among other things the lot of women has shown a marked
improvement. They have been given equal opportunities to compete with man and between themselves. In the last century and the early 20th century women were mostly confined to the home and left to fend for themselves.
Yes, their only duty was to raise a family and warm the hearth Hut the 20th century has witnessed a great political change. Many countries became independent and more were given autonomy. Women have been equal partners in the fight against colonialism and oppression”.
They had demanded for equality in education and there lies the secret of their success. Education and the awareness that comes with it has enabled women to fight for their cause. They have come out of their cause. They have come out of their kitchens and taken their places along with men in becoming supplementary bread winners. This has lead to more work for them. Nov. they are the “Managers” of their homes and family as well as part of the work force.
They have penetrated into almost all spheres of activity and figure prominently in all walks of life be it education, health, politics silence, social work or law Today’s women joint partners in the management of world affairs.
Indian women have now joined the Police Army, Navy and Air Force hitherto unheard-of -the Modem India. India has always accorded utmost respect to women, as can be seen in history. Perhaps We have had some great women such as Ram Lakshmibai of Jhansi, Mecrabai, Indira Gandhi etc.
The 20th century has seen many changes in economic, scientific, social and many other fields across the globe. In India noteworthy strides in all spheres of life have been made. Among other things the lot of women has shown a markedimprovement. They have been given equal opportunities to compete with man and between themselves. In the last century and the early 20th century women were mostly confined to the home and left to fend for themselves.

Yes, their only duty was to raise a family and warm the hearth Hut the 20th century has witnessed a great political change. Many countries became independent and more were given autonomy. Women have been equal partners in the fight against colonialism and oppression”.
They had demanded for equality in education and there lies the secret of their success. Education and the awareness that comes with it has enabled women to fight for their cause. They have come out of their cause. They have come out of their kitchens and taken their places along with men in becoming supplementary bread winners. This has lead tomore work for them. Nov. they are the “Managers” of their homes and family as well as part of the work force.

They have penetrated into almost all spheres of activity and figure prominently in all walks of life be it education, health, politics silence, social work or law Today’s women joint partners in the management of world affairs.

Indian women have now joined the Police Army, Navy and Air Force hitherto unheard-of -the Modem India. India has always accorded utmost respect to women, as can be seen in history. Perhaps We have had some great women such as Ram Lakshmibai of Jhansi, Mecrabai, Indira Gandhi etc.

Lali and the Lioness of Gir

Monkeys swing merrily from tree to tree. Deer, wild, boars, and antelopes roam freely among the clump of trees. If you were to go deep into the fores5, you might even see a majestic lion, stalking its prey. This is the Gir forest in Gujarat, the only reserve forest in Asia where you can still see the king of the forest walking around.
The siddis were a tribe who lived in this forest. They were largely shepherds and spent most of the day grazing their sheep in the jungles. Masira was a little Siddi girl. She lived in the forest with her father, jussad, who was the tribal lamp called Lai. The two of them were inseparable. Wherever Masira went, Lali was sure to follow. Masira loved Lai very much. She had a bell tried around Lali’s neck. Whenever Lali wandered far out into the forest, the tinkle of the bell would let Masira know exactly where she was.
One day Masira fell ill. She couldn’t take Lai out to the jungle to graze. Jussad sent Lali along with the other sheep. When evening fell, the shepherds brought all their sheep back. All the other sheep returned. But where was Lali? Lali had strayed away from the flock and had gone deep into the jungle. She didn’t know how to get back to her flock.
Masira was troubled to find that Lali had not returned.” Baba! My Lali is out there-all alone in the jungle. Baba! Do something. She has to be brought back. Please… please bring her back. Oh, I can’t bear to think of Lali spending the dark night all alone in the jungle”, Cried Masira.
“Don’t worry my child. Your Lali will be safe. I ‘ll Bring her back,” Jussad said. He set out in search of her, with two companions. They had not gone far when there was a loud clap of thunder and the rain came down thick and fast. The three men returned to their homes without finding lali.
The next morning Masira woke up and asked jussad, “Has Lali comes home, Baba?”  Jussad looked down. Masira knew at once that they had not been able to find Lali. The little girl’s eyes filled with tears. Big sobs shook her thin body. Jussad could not find words to comfort her. “Hush, hush, my child. I’ll bring her back today,” he said.
That morning jussad and his companions set out into the forest looking for the lost lab. But Lali was nowhere to be seen. Even the tinkle of her bell could not be heard.
They walked on and on. The sun was climbing higher in the sky. It was afternoon. Suddenly, one of them noticed something lying in the grass under a tree. He picked it up. It was lali’s beel! Perhaps Lali was close by. They searched and searched. But there was no sign of Lali. That could mean only one thing- some wild animal had eaten Lali. But there was no blood anywhere.
They searched once again. Then one of them said,” There’s no use looking for her anymore. Surely, some wild beast has seaten her up. The rain must have washed away the blood.” The others returned to the village.
Jussad couldn’t near to go home without Lali. He knew his little daughter would be heartbroken. How could he ever comfort her? Worried and feeling tried, he sat down under a big tree. Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound. “Ma-a-ah… Maa-aah.” There it was again. Jussad jumped up with joy. It was Lali! Lali was still alive!
He rushed towards the place from where Lali seemed to call. Soon, he came to a large hollow. He looked in, and what he saw made his blood freeze. There stood Lali, bleating pitifully. Less than a hundred feet away stood a big lioness, staring steadily at the little lamb. She stood still. Her tail swished to and fro as she started at Lali. Then she strode towards Lali. Lali bleated again. Then, when she saw the lioness walking towards her, she too began to walk towards the queen of the forest. Jussad’s heart sank. It would only be a matter of minutes before the lioness would tear Lali to pieces.
Lali was now very close to the lioness. She bleated and sniffed at the lioness. The lioness continued to stare. And then before Jussad’s unbelieving eyes, a miracle took place. The lioness turned and walked away from the little lamb. As soon as she was gone, Jussad raced down and grabbed Lali. Then he ran all the way back to his village.
Back home, Masira was sitting on her cot, looking anxiously towards the forest. As soon as she saw jussad coming back with Lali in his arms, her face lit up. She opened her arms, and gathered Lali close to her. Jussad told her how the lioness had walked away without harming the lamb. “Baba I have been praying the whole day to God to keep my Lali away from harm. Of course, he heard me.”

WHO WILL BE NINGTHOU – story in English

Long, long ago, in the land of Kangleipak in Manipur, there lived a Ningthou and a Leima. They were loved dearly by the people.
The Ningthou and Leima, on their part, never stopped thinking about their meeyam their people. “Our meeyam should be happy,” they said.
The people were not the only ones who loved their Ningthou and Leima. The birds and animals too loved them. The Ningthou and Leima always said: “Everybody in Kangleipak should live in peace. Not only the people, but the birds, animals and trees.”
Their beloved king and queen had three sons: Sanajaoba, Sanayaima and Sanatomba. Twelve years later, a daughter was born. She was named Sanatombi. She was a lovely child, soft and beautiful inside. She was loved by one and all.
The years went by, and the children grew up well. And then one day, the Ningthou called all his ministers and said: “It is now time to decide the Tunggi Ningthou, the future king.”
The ministers were shocked. “But O Ningthou, what is there to decide? Sanajaoba, your eldest son, will be our future king.”
“Well,” the Ningthou replied. “That’s how it happened in the old days. The eldest son always became the king. But times have changed. So let us select a king who is most worthy of becoming a king.”
“We will have a contest to select the future king,” the Leima said, and so, in the land of Kangleipak, there was a contest, a horse race.
Whoever reached the khongnang, the banyan tree, first would be declared Tunggi Ningthou. But then, a strange thing happened. Sanajaoba, Sanayaima and Sanatomba all three of them finished the race together. They were expert riders and all three reached the finish line at the same time!
There was great excitement. “Look at them!” the people shouted, “Shagol thauba nupa, such fine horsemen!”
But one question remained; Who would be the Tunggi Ningthou?
The Ningthou and Leima turned to their sons. The Ningthou said, “Sanajaoba. Sanayaima and Sanatomba, you have proved that you are fine horsemen. Do something different each one of you, so that we can decide who will be Tunggi Ningthou.” Suddenly, Sanajaoba mounted his horse and held his spear straight in front of him. He looked around. There was a hush among people. “What is Sanajaoba, the eldest, going to do? They thought to themselves.
Sanajaoba then looked at the huge khongnang standing majestically in the distance. He pierced the tree and jumped his horse right through it!
“Bravo! Bravo!” The people shouted, “Thouro! Thouro! And then they fell silent.
Now it was the turn of the second son, Sanayaima. What would he do? Sanayaima too looked at the khongnang as he mounted his horse. Then he too rode towards the tree, harder and harder. The people watched in silence, afraid even to breathe. When he was really close, he urged his horse to jump. Higher and higher the horse rose until horse and rider jumped clear over the huge tree and landed on the other side in a wonderful motion.
The People breathed in relief and said in unison: Phajei! Phajei! Wonderful! Wonderful!
And now, it was the turn of the youngest son, Sanatomba. He, too, rode his horse towards the khongnang and, before anybody knew what was happening, uprooted it. Triumphantly he carried the tree to the Ningthou and Leima and laid it at their feet! Shouts of Thouro! Thouro! Phajei! Phajei!” filled the mountains.
The people grew restless. Why were the Ningthou and the Leima taking so long to make the announcement?
They craned their necks to see what was happening. The Ningthou and Leima were watching Sanatombi, their five year-old daughter. She looked sad and lonely. She stared at the khongnang which lay dead by the throne. Birds flapped worriedly around, searching for their homes in the tree. Sanatombi walked up to the khongnang and whispered, “The khongnang is dead. It was hurt by the spear and now it is dead.
The people were all attention. The Ningthou stood up. He looked at the three boys. He looked at the little girl. He turned to the people. “If anybody is worthy of becoming the ruler,” he said, “it is little Sanatombi. It was she who told us to look at the soul of the khongnang. Sanatombi feels the pain of others. She feels the pain of the people, the animals, the birds, the trees.”
“I declare Sanatombi the future Leima of Kangleipak,” the Ningthou said. A silence fell. Everyone turned to look at the little girl, their future queen. There she stood, all of five, like a small khongnang, with birds flying all around her. They sat on her shoulders and on her head. She held out her hands full of grain and the birds flapped about her, pecking at the food.
“A Leima is one who doesn’t hurt anybody in the kingdom.”

Malu Bhalu – English poem Kamla Bhasin

High up in an icy lair

Lived a little polar bear

Snow white, snow bright was her mane,

Malu Bhalu was her name.

Very soon our Malu Bhalu

Learnt the things her parents knew.

Fish to catch, big and small…

Malu was a clever girl.

Malu said to her mother one day:

Ma, I’m going far out to play.

I want to see the things that lie

There beyond the big blue sky.

A little patience, child, said Mum.

In the summer when next it comes.

Summer?… Patience?… What a test!

Malu simply could not rest.

First things first! Malu’s mum

Clasped Malu tight within her arms.

Then she said — her voice was firm

Now my dear you’ll have to swim

But Ma! said Malu, what do I know?

How will I? I’ve never swum before!

Don’t worry dear, said Malu’s moth

Do as I do, that’s all, she advised her

She had no choice, no other way,

Malu had to swim that day.

Tight she gripped her mother’s hand.

Into the water, splash! to land.

Brave mother’s brave young daughter!

Doubt and fear she left behind her..

Malu swam with all her might,

It didn’t matter wrong or right.

But swimming came so naturally,

Her mother knew this and all could see.

Fearless was Malu, this she knew.

Not just brave, but special too.

Rip Van winkle – Kid story

Many years ago, at the foothills of the Kaatskill (Kat-skill) mountains, was a little village. In the village lived a simple, good-natured fellow named Rip Van Winkle. He was a kind neighbour, ready to help anyone. Everyone in the village liked him. The children of the village shouted with joy whenever they saw him because he played with them, he taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories.
The only problem with Rip was that he was very lazy. He did not work on his own farm and just idled away his time. His fences were falling to pieces. His cow was going astray. Weeds grew on his farm. Rip’s constant
companion was his dog, named Wolf. To avoid work, he would walk away into the forest with his dog.
One day. Rip just walked on and on and reached the highest part of the mountains. It was late in the afternoon when he reached there. Tired after his long climb, he lay down and began daydreaming. It was soon
evening and he realised it would be night by the time he reached his village.
Suddenly, he heard a voice calling out, “Rip Van Winkle, Rip Van Winkle!’ He looked around and saw a short, old man, with thick hair and a grizzled beard walking towards him with a barrel. He made signs to help him carry the barrel. Rip hurried to help the stranger who caught his hand tightly. Together they reached a place where there were some more odd looking men, playing ninepins. They were all dressed the same way and all of them had beards of various shapes and colours. Even though they were  playing a game, their faces were serious and there was silence! The only sound was the noise of the balls, which echoed in the mountains like thunder.
As Rip and his companion reached them, they stopped playing and stared at Rip with a fixed gaze. Rip was really frightened. His companion emptied the contents of the barrel into glasses and made Rip drink it.
Rip obeyed as he was trembling with fear. Since he was thirsty he drank a few more glasses and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
On waking up, he found that he was at the place where he had first met the old man. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. “Surely, I have not slept here all night,” thought Rip.
He looked around for Wolf, but he was nowhere. Rip whistled for him. “Wolf! Wolf!” he then shouted. No dog was to be seen. “Where has this dog gone?” he muttered to himself. He began to descend the mountain to go back to his village.
As he neared the village, he met a number of people but he didn’t know any of them. The villagers also stared at him equally surprised. “Who is this man?” said one.
“I’ve never seen him before,” said another, “look at his long white beard and his wrinkled face.”
On hearing this, Rip stroked his chin and, to his astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long, and it was all white!
An old woman walked up to him and looked at his face for a moment. Then she exclaimed — “It is Rip Van Winkle! Welcome home again, old neighbour! Where have you been these twenty long years?

Many years ago, at the foothills of the Kaatskill (Kat-skill) mountains, was a little village. In the village lived a simple, good-natured fellow named Rip Van Winkle. He was a kind neighbour, ready to help anyone. Everyone in the village liked him. The children of the village shouted with joy whenever they saw him because he played with them, he taught them to fly kites and shoot marbles, and told them long stories.
The only problem with Rip was that he was very lazy. He did not work on his own farm and just idled away his time. His fences were falling to pieces. His cow was going astray. Weeds grew on his farm. Rip’s constantcompanion was his dog, named Wolf. To avoid work, he would walk away into the forest with his dog.
One day. Rip just walked on and on and reached the highest part of the mountains. It was late in the afternoon when he reached there. Tired after his long climb, he lay down and began daydreaming. It was soonevening and he realised it would be night by the time he reached his village.
Suddenly, he heard a voice calling out, “Rip Van Winkle, Rip Van Winkle!’ He looked around and saw a short, old man, with thick hair and a grizzled beard walking towards him with a barrel. He made signs to help him carry the barrel. Rip hurried to help the stranger who caught his hand tightly. Together they reached a place where there were some more odd looking men, playing ninepins. They were all dressed the same way and all of them had beards of various shapes and colours. Even though they were  playing a game, their faces were serious and there was silence! The only sound was the noise of the balls, which echoed in the mountains like thunder.
As Rip and his companion reached them, they stopped playing and stared at Rip with a fixed gaze. Rip was really frightened. His companion emptied the contents of the barrel into glasses and made Rip drink it.Rip obeyed as he was trembling with fear. Since he was thirsty he drank a few more glasses and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
On waking up, he found that he was at the place where he had first met the old man. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. “Surely, I have not slept here all night,” thought Rip.
He looked around for Wolf, but he was nowhere. Rip whistled for him. “Wolf! Wolf!” he then shouted. No dog was to be seen. “Where has this dog gone?” he muttered to himself. He began to descend the mountain to go back to his village.
As he neared the village, he met a number of people but he didn’t know any of them. The villagers also stared at him equally surprised. “Who is this man?” said one.
“I’ve never seen him before,” said another, “look at his long white beard and his wrinkled face.”
On hearing this, Rip stroked his chin and, to his astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long, and it was all white!
An old woman walked up to him and looked at his face for a moment. Then she exclaimed — “It is Rip Van Winkle! Welcome home again, old neighbour! Where have you been these twenty long years?

English poem – Lazy frog

Fred is a very lazy frog
Who lolls all day upon a log.
He always manages to shirk
Doing a single stroke of work.
His poor old mother calls in vain

“Come in and help!” he does not bother
To move two inches, much preferring
To be extremely hard-of-hearing.
He lies there in a silent heap.
And stays conveniently asleep.

If a lady frog hops past
You’d think he would get up at last
To bow, and help her on her way?
But no, I am ashamed to say
That when a lady frog comes by
He does not open up one eye!

Crying – English poem

Crying only a little bit
is no use. You must cry
until your pillow is soaked!
Then you can jump in the shower

and splash-splash-splash!

Then you can throw open

your window
and, “Ha, ha! ha ha!”
And if people say, “Hey,
what’s going on up there?”
“Ha ha!” sing back, “Happiness
was hiding in the last tear!

I wept it! Ha ha!”

Galway Kinnell