My first Day at school I was six years of age, one day mother roped to father to put me to school. My father hesitated at first but soon agreed. The family priest was soon sent for. He came and fixed a day for my admission. The day came. I was jerked from sleep early in the morning. I put on new clothes. My breakfast was laid on the table. I...

An Autobiography of a Knife I have been named Knife. I am a true companion of my master. I always stand by him through thick and thin. I am a symbol of strength for him. My master is popularly known as Dada to his followers. He has gained this popularity in my association. I infuse courage in him. In my presence he is as bold as a lion and as furious...

Cinema- Its Uses and Abuses The cinema exercises the greatest influence on young minds. Today it is more of the most popular forms of recreation. It has become a fashion with young person’s to pay a visit to a cinema hall on the opening day of a picture. There are thousands who have never missed a new picture. The names of film stars are known even to young children. There is...

Autobiography of a Torn Shirt I am now a torn shirt. See, I am lying uncleared for here in a corner of my master’s house. Nobody has any regard for me. What a state I have been reduced to! But it was not always so. A train of thoughts flashes across my mind. I have seen many ups and downs in life.; I was born of the cotton seeds which grew...

Autobiography of a question paper Just as you owe your existence to Brahma the four headed god even so I owe my existence to four paper setters who gave me the present symmetrical. Form. I was, and then sent to the secretary of the Central Board of Secondary Education in a sealed cover, in whose custody I remained for many days. These were difficult days. I could not breathe freely. I...

Autobiography of a doll Tickle me in my sides and I don’t laugh. Prick me with a needle and to drop of blood comes out. Abuse me but I don’t feel insulted. Flatter me but I do not feel puffed up. Do not be taken aback! I am not the stuff which you are made of. I am made up of soft cotton rags. My tongue never moves in my mouth....

A day in the life of a student Essay No. 01   If you have to see a carefree and happy life, or you have to study a life of discipline and devotion, you will have to go and see none else but as student. The life of a student is a queer miscue of so many things. A glimpse into the life of student will make an interesting reading. The...