Five Things I Hate I love everything that is good. And I hate everything that is bad. I do not hate anything that can be loved or made lovable. But there are a few things that cannot be made so by any amount of effort. There are five such things that I cannot but hate. The first thing that I hate is war. It is well known that war results from...

The People I dislike to Meet If I wealth is lost nothing is lost, if health is lost something is lost, If character is lost everything is lost.” Men of good character are always honoured by all. But the immoral persons are kept at an arm’s length even by their friends. I dislike men of bad character as they do not care for the rules are rustication of the society. They...

An ideal school The school master is abroad. Thousands of schools are springing up in all parts of the country. Even then the numbers falls far short of our needs. All schools are therefore, overcrowded. There is no personal contact personal between the teachers and the taught. Indiscipline is growing and standards are filling. There is little education of character which is essential for the future citizens of a democratic country....

Things I see-As told by a Clock on a Railway Platform I am a clock of the railway platform. I am awake throughout day and night. Nothing escapes my eyes. Life is in motion here I watch the movement of things as with unlinking eyes. My tick sound is the proof of my alertness. All sorts of people ticks sound is the meeting place of people from all parts and provinces...

Imagine yourself to be a Bus Conductor I am a bus conductor. You can know from my dress what I am. My badge and uniform can easily tell you that I am a bus conductor. You must have felt like knowing the sickout of my daily life. But you were so why that you never asked me about this. Never mind, I shall give you an account of a day’s life....

A Juggler’s Show A juggler is a common and familiar figure in every town and village of India. He can be seen showing has tricks at the street corner, at the crossing of roads and particularly in village fairs. He puts on a typical dress. He wears a loose dress. He wears a loose garment with a multi colored turban on his head. He carries on his shoulders a peculiar bag...

Extracts from My Diary 20th Sept. Our bus has reached Sanatan Dharam High School, Srinagar. The school is closed on account of Dussehra holidays. The peon points out to us the rooms that are at our disposal. We move our luggage to our respective rooms. We are eight boys and two teachers in our room. We roll out our beddings and have comfortable feel warm in quilts and aspire for tea....

A Foggy Day In winter seasons, when the temperature is low, the mornings are sometime very foggy. One who is out of doors and face to face with fog can know pleasant or unpleasant fogginess is. One must be one’s foot go through the tickling experiences of fogginess. Fortunately I had several opportunities of going through such experiences when I was a boy of twelve of thirteen years. I lived in...