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A Must Read International English Magazine For English Learners College Road, Bongaon, North 24 Parganas, W.B., India • Issue 2 • Month : August, 2013 •

Tota and the Blue School Bus

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(A Short Story for Children )

Dr.(Lieutenant) Ratan Bhattacharjee The chairperson of Post Graduate English Dept of Dum Dum Motijheel College, and Guest Faculty of Rabindra Bharati University.

Tota was playing with her cooking utensils on the verandah. This is the third phase of her playing games and getting funs. She woke up in the early morning and started playing. She did not wash her mouth, brush her teeth. She started making the Jungle Playhouse. She got it on her last birthday. Her Kaku gave it to her. Kaku in Bengali is uncle. But here Kaku is a name and not Tota’s uncle.Tota’s parents also call him Kaku. In Kaku’s house she is not Tota , but as Kaku affectionately calls her ‘Bhuvo’. Kaku , Kaku, and Kaku , all day she shouts. Kaku bring this, bring that as if Kaku is Aladin’s monster fulfilling all her dreams and making them true. Kaku is her friend. Since

her babyhood ,she used to lisp ‘taku’ and then comes to calling him‘Kaku. Kaku’s gift was unique. It was a jungle house with all the pictures of animals and birds on the sheet of coloured canvas which wrapped the fibre sticks. Making of the playhouse was not that easy. It had a total 13 such sticks which were to be placed and fitted in the right point. Kaku was sweating every day to calculate the fittings in the appropriate joints and make the playhouse. Now Tota can make it on her own. She plays nearly two hours in it. She imagines she has gone to a deep forest. There like the prince of the fairy tales she bears a sword and fights the demons and monsters.Tota forgets that she is a girl and she can be a princess and not a prince. Her mother laughs to see all these childish fancies of Tota. Sometimes she joins herself in

the games when she feels that Booni is hungry. She comes as an old woman and tells/Tota , ‘I am an old woman(buri). The monster is now far away from here. I have taken this milk and Kellog chocos for you from the kitchen of the monster. You have your food now before that cruel monster comes.’ .Tota enjoys her mother being an old woman saving food for a child from the kitchen of a cruel monster . It does not give any food to children and makes them starve. Tota curses the monster and before its coming gobbles up milk and chocos. Tota then plays with her dolls . On her birthday she has

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got this year nearly 16 dolls and teddy bears, five of them are very large . She imagines them to be real. One pussy cat is there. Tota shouts ‘Pussy Pussy cat where have you been,/ I have been to London to visit the queen’. Her Kaku made a recording of the recitation and sometimes she enjoys seeing that on the computer. Cont. Page-7

1. The word “alphabet” comes from the first two letters of the Greek alphabet: alpha, bçta. 2. The only word in English that ends with the letters “-mt” is “dreamt” (which is a variant spelling of “dreamed”) - as well of course as “undreamt” :) 3. The longest word with only one vowel is ‘strengths’ (9 letters long). 4. The longest one-syllable word is ‘screeched’. 5. The longest word with all the letters in alphabetical order is ‘almost’. 6. The most commonly-used word in conversation is ‘I’. 7. The word “set” has more definitions than any other word in the English language. 8. “Underground” is the only word in the English language that begins and ends with the letters “und.” Cont...

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Students’ English World

Month : August, 2013

Students’ English World Issue 2 • Month : August, 2013

Welcome Message A hearty welcome to the second issue of Students' ENGLISH WORLD, an international English Magazine for English Learners. We are happy to know that the readers from all corners of the world read and liked our first issue. We cordially thank to the readers on behalf of the whole publication team. As we had promised in the first issue, here we introduced a special section named Students' CREATIVE WORLD- a creative platform where the students from all over the country can show their hidden talents to the whole world. This is a special issue because respected professors, teachers from all over the country contributed to our present issue. We remain ever grateful to them for their encouraging contributions. In order to celebrate our Independence Day on 15th August, a new section has been added to this current issue. Hope all of you will read and enjoy this issue. There are so many interesting stories, illuminating articles, jokes, riddles, and many known and unknown facts about English Language and Literature in our second issue. Best wishes.

Famous Quotes “Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.” –Eleanor Roosevelt We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far. –Swami Vivekananda Don’t limit yourself. Many people limit themselves to what they think they can do. You can go as far as your mind lets you. What you believe, remember, you can achieve. –Mary Kay Ash A man must be big enough to admit his mistakes, smart enough to profit from them, and strong enough to correct them. – John C. Maxwell Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds that you plant. – Robert Louis Stevenson

R I D D L E S Tongue TTwisters wisters

FOR YOU 1. I am always hungry, I must always be fed, The finger I touch, Will soon turn red 2. What is in seasons, seconds, centuries and minutes but not in decades, years or days? 3. Until I am measured I am not known, Yet how you miss me When I have flown. 4. Each morning I appear To lie at your feet, All day I will follow No matter how fast you run, Yet I nearly perish In the midday sun. 5. Two in a corner, 1 in a room, 0 in a house, but 1 in a shelter. What am I? 6. Every dawn begins with me At dusk I'll be the first you see And daybreak couldn't come without What midday centers all about Daises grow from me, I'm told And when I come, I end all cold But in the sun I won't be found Yet still, each day I'll be around To know the answers read our next issue

Tongue Twisters are not only for light-hearted linguistic fun and games. They serve a practical purpose in practising pronunciation. English tongue twisters may be used to improve accent.

There was a writer called Wright, he taught his son to write Wright right: “It's not right to write Wright 'Rite', please try to write Wright right!” There those thousand thinkers were thinking how did the other three thieves go through. She thrust three thousand thistles through the thick of her thumb. Which Swiss witch switched the Swiss wristwatches? Bill had a billboard, Bill also had a board bill. The billboard bored Bill so Bill sold the billboard to pay for the board bill. Bad dead bed-bugs bleed bug blood. It's a nice night for a white rice fight.

SPECIAL ARTICLE You Can Also Win :Life Of A Miracle Man! DR. JAYDEEP SARANGI Associate Professor, Deptt.of English Jogesh Chandra Chaudhuri College (Calcutta University) Itibritte Chandal Jiban (2012) is a thrilling and blood chilling discourse!! We hardly meet a person like him who is a living example of indomitable vitality for survival in a class and caste ridden society. We don't know his exact birth year (1950?) as Manoranjan Byapari's mother could not record the date of his birth. He came from Barishal, Bangladesh to West Bengal at the age of three. He was in Bankura, Shiromanipur Refugee camp for nearly seven years since he was three years old. Suddenly one day, the dole given by the government to the refugee camp was stopped and the family had to move out to the Ghutiyari Sharif, Gholadoltala Refugee Camp in South 24 Paraganas. His parents lived there till late '60s. In 1964 he left home at the age of fourteen in order to earn a living for my family. He went to New Jalpaiguri and worked in a tea stall. Then he moved on to Assam, Lucknow, Delhi and Allahabad. In 1969 he and his family (his parents, two brothers, two sisters) moved to Jadavpur, Kolkata. In 1971 they moved to Dandakaranya, Paralkot. Byapari shifted back to Kolkata in 1973 while his parents kept living in Paralkot for sometime more. In the same year he took up rickshaw-pulling as occupation near Jadavpur railway station. Both his parents were illiterate. He had no dream for a better tomorrow. In 1975 he was involved in hooliganism in the Jadavpur area. Byapari was arrested and convicted under sections 148, 149 and 307 of the Indian Penal Code. While in jail for two years from 1975 - 1977. A chain of experiences there influenced significantly in his life. There he met a man who claimed to have turned mad reading Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyaya's 'Charitrahin'. It immensely surprised Byapari.The possibility of such long years of imprisonment intimidated Byapari. He expressed concern to one under trial prisoner saying that he could not imagine how he would spend so many years in the prison, when life was proving to be so frustrating already! In response the prisoner pointed out to a banyan sapling on the wall of National Library (whose adjoining Campus was visible from the jail) and asserted: if that sapling could draw its nutrients from those concrete walls, then it was definitely possible to absorb life from within this apparently dismal jail campus too! One only needs to search it out!! He then went on to sing the glories of education, which could give life to humans even in most deadening situations - he would share stories of how a character of the story accepted voluntary isolation for years in lieu of a great amount of money, but then he started reading, and how learning helped him out of maddening loneliness, and how he was emancipated to the extent of deliberately breaking the terms of the challenge by leaving the

confinement a day before the stipulated time would end and thereby forgoing the prize money, as he had experienced that knowledge had enriched him far more than that awaiting money ever could! Byapari had a complete paradigm shift and the stories ignited in him the hunger for education. From then on the prison-friend started teaching him Bengali alphabets and he practiced them with twigs on the dust and chalk on the floors! In those days they used to buy blood from willing donors. He used to sell blood for Rs 20/and buy pen and paper with that. He was in three jails in a span of two years time : Alipore Special Jail, Central Jail and Presidency Jail.

Byapari started pulling rickshaw and rough days followed. One day a lady got on to my rickshaw. As he pulled the rickshaw through the streets, he asked her the meaning of the Bengali word "jijibisha". The lady was taken aback and asked him wherefrom he got this word. When he mentioned the source, the lady was surprised to learn that he could read! She then revealed herself as activist-writer Mahasweta Devi!! Thus, on goes the narrative of the incredible vicissitudes of his life. The life that Byapari has lived must be shared with many. He has come back from the jaws of death many times. Recently again he was fighting death, and he had a strong feeling that his life-story must be documented in print, or else it will be lost with him. He feels it's important for people to know that someone survived in such horrid conditions. His writings represent all those people who continue to live in such inhuman circumstances. Professor Meenakshi Mukherjee's contribution to Economic and Political Weekly (2007), where she voiced his works, remains a milestone in his life. She propagated Byapari's works all over India and in alien shores. Through her article, many realised for the first time that there are Dalit writings in Bangla. Itibritte Chandal Jivan is a reading wonder indeed; a fascinating account of a miracle man! If he can, we all can make our days count! (a version of this appeared in muse india: http://www.museindia.com)


Students’ English World

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Dreams – A ManySplendoured Thing

Prof. Zenith Roy Assistant Professor, Head of the Department of English at Dinabandhu Mahavidyalaya Dreams are generally taken to be imaginary things. Whenever we hear the word "dream", we think of those strange scenes that we watch when we sleep. Generally speaking, a dream is a happy thing. It is something which can be compared to an air bubble. It exists as long as we are asleep. The moment we are awake, it is no more. At the end of a busy day, we go to bed with the glad expectation of having at least one pleasant dream. When we wish each other "good night," we mostly wish "sweet dreams" too. Truly, having a good dream is a "sweet" experience. It can be compared to watching a grandly colourful movie in the mysterious darkness of the

movie hall. The only difference is that we do not have to buy tickets for this magic movie. Like a movie, a dream has its happy moments of smiles and celebrations, moments of multicoloured joy. It is an episode that leaves us happy just like a feel-good film. However, there are dreams that come to us outside sleep also. These are waking dreams. And these are much more important than the ones we watch while in sleep. These wakeful dreams are about our future, about what we want to be. These are thoughts and ideas that inspire us to work for fulfilling our ambitions. We cannot manage to progress in life without our ambitious dreams.

We must dream in order to make sure that we have a life of real happiness and prosperity. An absurd thing thus becomes our passport to reality. Strange, isn't it? I remember some famous personality say that a person without money is not poor, but a person without dreams definitely is.

JOKES A mother noticed her little daughter praying. "Please God," the little girl kept saying. "Bless my father and my mother and make Bongaon , the Capital of West Bengal ." "Why did you make such a strange request?" the mother asked. "Because that's what I wrote in my Geography Exam this morning!" ~~~ Little Papai : In my family, I'm scared of my Mother. Little Piya : I'm scared of my Father. Little Tarok : It's my Grandmother I'm afraid of. Little Piya : What about you Tinku? Little Tinku : Ho! Ho! In my family,all the three are scared of me! ~~~ A husband phoned his wife from his office. Husband : I've got two tickets for the fashion show in town. Wife: That's wonderful! I'll start getting ready straight away. Husband : You'd better do. The tickets are for tomorrow's show. ~~~ Mother : Ruma , how was the play you attended at the theatre? Did it have a happy ending? Ruma : Yes, in a way. Everybody was very happy when it finally ended.

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Does God exist, and that too in you? Dr A.V oshy A.V.. K Koshy

Roo Roo ran out through the gap in the wall at the back of the house. He hadn't seen it before. He flapped his hands, held it before his eyes and peered through them and ran and ran, laughing, gurgling, chuckling and smiling. The front grill of the small old dark claustrophobic house lit up only by the presence of loved ones, and electricity even in the day times sometimes, was kept drawn shut and the front gate, an orange one, kept locked so he could not escape by the use of not only the bolt but an aluminium wire his grandfather had twisted around it so Roo would not escape. Roo could not untie that wire yet. But this time Roo had been lucky. The back door had been left open and for some reason no one was observing him and he played in the back yard and finally found the gap and ran through it, past the neighbour's front yard, out the gate, up the road to the right and into the main road and kept running past the lights and sounds and vehicles and dark shapes and solid masses of the strange world which only he inhabited and knew. The house The house was old and falling down except for the fact that

Presently Asst. Professor, Dept of English, Faculty of Arts (girls) Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. the old man kept it ship-shape, road that he looked into accibeing tough and kind, not just dentally and there stood a to all, but to things and objects woman from the slum in that too. road holding Roo in her safe Soon, the house erupted in strong motherly womanly a buzz of sound, frantic search- hands. ing, calling and shock, fear, reShe looked bemused and so action. Mom and Joe and Abi did the crowd gathered around searched everywhere in it for Roo, in increasing alarm and desperation. Granddad searched too. Does God exist, and that too in you? Dad ran out through the gap in the back wall. He went past the neighbour's house at the back calling Roo Roo Roo Roooooo… He went past the neighbour's gate and out. Where to turn to? The right or the left? He was an agnostic but this was no time to delay. God, he prayed, I believe you exist in me, that I am now literally in her as Roo could not talk but you and you, so please make only make sounds sweet or me take the right turning. grieving. He went to the right. He went and took him from Ran and ran her and thanked her profusely Another right, yet another, so relieved that he asked her but here no question of choices, nothing not even her name and thank God, then left on the… she too said nothing seeing the Main road look on his face. No sign yet. On the way back he met Past shops and people ask- Dad (Roo's Granddad), Anu, ing did you see a little child run Joe and Abi, they having locked this way, please. the house, searching frantically A man pointed yes. That on the main road. way, he said. He asked Abi, his younger He ran, he was now gasp- daughter, did you think we ing, out of shape and long time would lose him this time Abi? since he had run like this. Out No Dad, I knew God would of breath. bring him back. Busy road. But. No sign of He said nothing. He rean accident, anywhere. membered the turning he had Good. to take in the fork in the road Then he came to a little side and kept quiet.

Fun Stuff

Mr. Knott and Mr. Watt Mr Knott and Mr Watt on the Phone Hello? Who's calling? Watt. What's your name? Watt's my name. Yes, what is your name? My name is John Watt. John what? Yes. ... I'll call on you this afternoon. All right, are you Jones? No, I'm Knott. Will you tell me your name, then? Will Knott. Why not? My name is Knott. Not what? Not Watt. Knott. What?

A sad story about Nobody This is a story about four people named Everybody, Somebody, Anybody and Nobody. There was an important job to be done and Everybody was sure that Somebody would do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realised that Everybody wouldn't do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody, when Nobody did, what Anybody could have done.


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Students’ Creative World My Earnest Wish Titas Sarangi Class V Sri Ramkrishna Saradapeeth Girls High School

Fire burns beneath the sky All men are burnt I walk along the muddy zigzag way Badly in need of rain !

An Urge

O My Green Tree

Atithi Sarkar, Student of B.A Eng(H) Bongaon Dinabandhu Mahavidyalaya

Soumen Sarkar,Student of B.A Eng(H) Bongaon Dinabandhu Mahavidyalaya

O my green tree You are great, You are beautiful And you are the best . But we,selfish people For our own need We cut the trees Mercilessly... Is it right?

Hello! Are you listening to me? I am a little flower I am crying. Why are you punishing me? I am not a thief,not a rogue Not a demon, not a Satan But why?

Don't Kill Nature Ritabrata Saha Cygnet Day School Age - 8+, Class 2...

Don't kill nature For the trees Which keep us alive And for the birds Who sing in the trees For the animals Who are living beings If you kill nature We will die So don't kill nature For all living beings

Time and its Importance Great News for Students, Budding Poets,Writers TIME, the sovereign monarch of our earthly existence will go on and on. Time is said to be eternal. It is said that it has neither a beginning nor an end. Yet men are able to measure it as years, months, days, hours, minutes and seconds. They have also given meanings to the words - past, present and future. True, time has a meaning. It moves. What was yesterday is not today. What is today will not be tomorrow. Yesterday is gone. Today is and tomorrow is yet to come. Yet time is said to have no holiday. It exists always. The entire creation moves on according to a time pattern. There is birth, growth and death. There is time for everything. Plants flower and give fruits. Seasons come according to time. A child is born, grows into boyhood, adolescence, youth, middle age and old age according to age and time. Every movement of creation is linked with time. One cannot grow paddy in a month nor can a child become an adult in a year. Everything is fixed to a time-frame. Time is a free force. It does not wait for any one. It is commonly said that time and tide waits for no man. Time is money. A minute not usefully spent is an eternal loss. You can never get back the lost minute. One has to strike the iron when it is hot. The time flies and never returns. If you waste time it wastes you. 'Time is the best medicine', says Ovid. It is said that time heals all wounds and it even heals what reason cannot. All human beings are emotional. When negative emotions like fear, anger, envy and jealousy overtake them, they lose reason and act in haste leading to serious consequences. They may repent later, as emotions cool down. But the damage done is done and remains forever. Even that damage can heal with the passage of time. People involved may forget and forgive. That is the importance of time and its healing touch. Cont. Page-6

Are you a student? Do you write poems,short shories in English? Do you want to know when, how and where to send your writings?

RULES FOR SUBMISSIONS For Poems : The theme of our next issue is MOTHER. Send any one poem on the theme but not more than 10 lines. We accept only original works. Do not send any poem copied from others or written by others. We will publish quality works only. For Short Stories : The theme of our next issue is SAVE WATER SAVE LIFE. Send any one Short story not more than 500 words written by you. We accept only original works.Do not send any story copied from others or written by others.We will publish quality works only. Send it to our email : riverviewpublications@gmail.com Please do not forget to mention your name,your complete postal address,the name of your school/ college/university,your mobile no. Unknown submissions will be rejected. Last date of submissions for the September issue: 20th August, 2013 We accept only electronic submissions via e-mail as attached documents (Microsoft word only) Do not decorate your submission with lines, borders, special characters, etc, which may lead to rejection . We cannot consider anything that has been previously published or accepted for publication, anywhere, in any form. We examine all work received and accept that which seems best. We do not consider simultaneous submissions.

WORD PUZZLE : 2 ACROSS 3. This takes you places and, rhymes with far. 4. Use your arms when you do this. 6. Use this to hear. 8. This takes lots of children to school. 9. This is a fruit.

DOWN 1. This holds things and can be made of glass or plastic. 2. Eat this for dessert. 5. This is the colour of most plants. 7. Opposite of down. 8. This rings when you hit it. To know the answers read our next issue


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How to achieve Peace of Mind Sibasis Jana

Little Buffy and her Birthday Gift Santanu Banerjee

Asstt.Prof. in English, Panskura Banamali College

Once upon a time Lord Buddha was travelling from one town to another town to collect new experiences. A few followers were with him. They asked so many questions and Buddha answered them smilingly. This was a fine sunny morning. Everyone enjoyed the journey in full mood. But Buddha felt thirsty. He asked one of his disciples to fetch some water. Then the disciple searched and searched. Suddenly he saw a lake at a distance. The disciple walked up to the lake instantly. But alas! When he reached there, he noticed people were washing clothes and dirty things rubbishly. Even at that moment a bullock cart started crossing thoroughly the lake foolishly. The blue-greenish water turned to very muddy, very dirty. The disciple was very depressed and decided not to collect such muddy and dirty water. So he returned and informed Buddha about the water not fit for drinking. They started walking again. But after half an hour they were too tired to proceed. Buddha again asked the disciple to fetch water from the lake. The Obedient disciple ran to the lake in no time. When he arrived he stood perplexed and motionless. What did he see? Now he saw a beautiful lake with clear placid water. The mud had settled down and wa-

Head, Dept. of Mass Communication & Videography at Vidyasagar University

ter above it so clear like crystal. The disciple collected water in a pot and returned happily. Lord Buddha quenched his thirst and advised the disciple,

"See what fine water you have given me, such clear water, no mud, and no dirt. You have to give time to let the mud settle down on its own- and at last you can get clean water." Lord Buddha glanced at the disciple and said, - "your mind is like that muddy water. Let it settle down and down and at last it will be calm and quiet. When the mind is disturbed, don't try to open the door of it." Yes Lord Buddha affirms- peace of mind is an effortless process. When one can achieve peace and harmony within his own self, only then he can spread the showers of peace to the whole world.

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Time is said to be a wise counselor. Passage of time allows an individual to grow. This growth gives experience. Experience helps decision making. Time reminds you to act and to act wisely. The wisest make use of the time fruitfully. It is said that the wisest grieve the most at the loss of time. Those who do not know the importance of time, waste it or rather they spend it doing nothing. There is a proverb which says that killing time is not a murder; it is a suicide. It means, by wasting time one is not harming others. On the other hand one is harming himself. Ordinary people merely go on thinking how to spend their time. The wise and talented make use of it fruitfully. Some people always complain that there is no time for them to do anything. That is not correct. If one wisely plans his activities, there will be time for everything happening according to time. A man who is a part of nature cannot complain against time. Time is powerful. It conquers all. Men are only to obey it. Man cannot say that he has nothing of his own. Time which is valuable is all his own. If you are not on time and miss the train, you miss it foreever. So also the time, once you miss it, it flies off. You can never catch it. Hence it is called fleeting time. Let us learn to use our time fruitfully. This is the key to success.

Buffy, the little butterfly opened her eyes to the bright sun of a new dawn. Buffy rubbed her eyes and stretched out her legs and spread out her colourful wings to feel the morning breeze. She hopped out off her bed on the branch. She leapt onto the green, dew soaked leaves. She chased to her Mom's shell nearby. "Good morning, my baby", Mom greeted her. Buffy yelled, "Do you remember what today is?" "No, what is today?" Mom teased her a little. "It is my Birthday", exclaimed Buffy with conceit, "I'm five months old today." "Oh," mom said, "Is it your birthday Today?" "Mom, you forget! Don't you?" murmured Buffy.

"Can a Mom ever forget her Kids' birthday? It's the most favorite day of my life." Mom smiled and pulled out a tiny box fastened with a bright red ribbon. "It's for you." Buffy promptly pulled apart the wrapping paper and yanked off the ribbon. She opened the box and it was…… a cute little mouth

Try again. You'll hardly know how well is it if you give up so quickly." Buffy wanted the mouth organ passionately, but did not want to take the time to learn how to play it. That night, Buffy tried again. The day after, she tried again. In the following evening, she tried again. Each time she tried a little

organ! Buffy was so happy. She immediately picked it up and eagerly started playing. Only to her surprise, it did not sound too melodious. Buffy got disappointed and threw down the mouth organ. Mom picked it up and returned her saying, "Buffy, don't give up.

longer and a little harder. One day Buffy could play the most beautiful lyric on her mouth organ. Buffy and her Mom would sit for hours together while Buffy played the song over and over until it became perfect! Buffy was so proud of herself and her Mom was so proud of her Buffy too! Because, she did not give up hope.

Some Interesting Facts Harry Potter Harry Potter sold about 400 million copies worldwide and has been translated into over 65 languages. Though before the book's popularity, Joanne Rowling had some difficulty finding a publisher that believed her book could amount to anything. Finally Bloomsburry Press agreed to publish the first edition of Harry Potter, but only printed 500 copies for the first edition for fear of them not selling. Also the publisher requested that the author would not use her first name (Joanne) but rather her initials to make it less obvious that the author is a woman assuming that the book's main audience young boys would not want to read a wizard book written by a woman. Since Joanne Rowling did not have a middle name, she chose K for Kathleen.

John Milton John Milton composed the greatest epic in the English language Paradise Lost after he was blind (between 1658 and 1664). He claimed that he received nightly

divine inspiration, and during the day he composed his epic. Paradise Lost is packed with biblical and mythological allusions-attesting to Milton's vast knowledge and incredible memory.

Where Would Shakespeare Be without Marlowe? Marlowe, a Shakespeare contemporary, rose to fame in his twenties, before Shakespeare had accomplished any notable work. Marlowe was a pioneer in composing blank verse (unrhymed poetry) and using iambic pentameter for his two famous plays (Tamberlaine and Dr. Faustus). Shakespeare, who rose to fame soon after Marlowe, copied Marlowe's style in all of his thirty-seven plays.

John Keats John Keats was only about 5 feet tall-nevertheless, by the time he died at age 24, he was a literary giant, surpassing any other 24-year old English writer. We can only wonder if Keats were to live to be an old man if his popularity today would exceed that of Shakespeare. Height of other British Romantic Authors: William Blake: 5 feet William Wordsworth: 5 feet, 9 inches Percy Shelley: 5 feet, 11 inches


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Independence Day Special INDIA WINS FREEDOM India celebrates Independence Day on August 15 each year. India became an independent nation on August 15, 1947. But the history behind Indian independence is very painful and is full of sacrifices. And only because of those sacrifices India freed herself from the shackles of British Empire on 15th August 1947. It was an endless struggle of millions faceless Indians, who made the inhabitants united and fought for the freedom of their own country.

NATIONAL SYMBOLS OF INDIA National Flag of India The National Flag of India is known as 'Tiranga' in Hindi that can be translated as 'having three colors. The Indian flag was designed as a symbol of freedom. The flag is a horizontal tricolour in equal proportion of deep saffron on the top, white in the middle and dark green at the bottom. The ratio of the width to the length of the flag is two is to three. In the centre of the white band, there is a wheel in navy blue to indicate the Dharma Chakra, the wheel of law in the Sarnath Lion Capital. Its di-

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Tota’s mother then leaves her in a good mood. Sometimes , Tota does not want to take milk. Her mother becomes very angry, ‘Tota , I will keep all your dolls in the cupboard if you don’t have your breakfast.’ Tota gives different names to the dolls.She makes them dance,she talks with them, she chides them, she makes them sing,’Phule phule dhoule dhoule’ .She also dances hours together singing this song. Since her childhood Tota dances beautifully. She is intelligent enough to make stories about them. She imagines that some among the dolls go to school. Mother once asked her,’Tota , why do your dolls go to school?.Tota corrects mother by saying,’ They are not dolls mother, they are girls.They have names. She is Ayesha, she is Anushna, she is Beauty….”.She goes on telling endless names for the dolls.Mother repeats the questions,” Ok, they are not dolls, but why do they go to schools?” Tota curtly says,’They take tiffin at school’ .”They don’t study there in school!” Tota says, they have to take all the tiffin, biscuits, lozenge, potato chips,

ameter approximates the width of the white band and it has 24 spokes. The saffron stands for courage, sacrifice and the spirit of renunciation; the white, for purity and truth; the green for faith and fertility.

penned the five stanzas of the song titled 'Jana-gana-mana'

National Bird of India

Flower of India goes to 'Lotus' or the water lily, an aquatic plant of Nymphaea family.

Indian Peacock has earned the glory of being the National Bird of the biggest democracy in the world.

Indian National Song Bankim Chandra Chaterjee penned 'Vande Mataram' for his Bengali novel 'Anand Math'. The song charged with patriotic fervour and full of praises for the motherland was an instant favorite among the freedom fighters of the day.

National Tree of India The Banyan tree is the National Tree of India.

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National Fruit of India Mangoes.

National Animal of India The Tiger

National Anthem of India Rabindranath Tagore, the famous Noble laureate and Indian poet

National Emblem of India An Ashokan pillar at Sarnath near Varanasi in Uttar Pradesh depicts four lions on the top standing back to back. Its base has an elephant, a horse, a bull and a lion separated by intervening wheels over a bellshaped lotus and a Dharma Chakra or the Wheel of Law carved on it. This symbol was adopted as the National Emblem of India by the Indian Government on 26th January 1950.

National Flower of India

Despite the ever-growing popularity of cricket, Hockey has managed to still be the National Game of India.

The glory of being the National

Tota and the Blue School Bus Cruikshank cake,grapes and again the endless list of tiffin items. Mother enjoys the third phase of her games.Tota which means parrot ,becomes a chatterbox now. She talks so many things and now imitates her mother.She has her gas stove, match sticks, pan, spoons, cups, glasses, plates, and what not.She makes dal, chatni, fish, chicken, potato fry and even eggs. She enjoys making omlets. She has seen how mother breaks the eggs and mixes the yellow of the egg in a cup , gives salt and sliced onion. She imagines one day she will make omlet in the real kitchen. She knows the process of making real omlet. Tota’s father is not at all happy with all these. The child is not yet admitted to any good school. She is going to a so – called English medium K.G school in the locality. She learns nothing there. Only coming and going with the school bag. The teachers are underqualified there. They teach the children wrong English. Tota’s father is very much worried. Last year he collected forms from five

National Game of India

different schools. But nowhere she got the chance for admission. This year the Head clerk of one school assured that something can be done if the interview is good after passing in the written test. Tota is taught alphabets by her father in the evening when her mother is busy with the serials.

‘Nowadays , TV addiction is so much for the young and the adults’, Tota’s father angrily grumbles. All day long Tota watches cartoons on Geebies.Chota Bheem is her favourite. Tota knows a lot from the cartoons. Her father is sometimes surprised to see the wit and intelligence of his tiny daughter. But she is yet to prove it in school . For that she needs to have got admission in one of the best schools. On the day of written test , Tota’s father looked quite serious. Her mother wore a costly sari. Tota is also well dressed. The earlier night Tota

chimed the rhymes all night. They reached school before the time. Tota’s father asked the gateman about the chance for admission. He was not hopeful.’There are 45 seats and 4000 forms were sold, sir’.Tota entered the school, her parents were waiting with an unusual eagerness and curiosity. This kind of written tests are now fashions . Tiny 3 year old children are not to sit for such written tests. Orally , they can ask questions. The clerk smiled and said, “These are not examinations, but eliminations’. In the evening they came back home tired. This is happening for days together. Tota sat for written test in ten schools and faced oral interview in five where her name figures in the merit list. For the last few days , the house looks like a prison. Tota’s games have stopped. She becomes so serious. ‘You have to be serious’ roared her father. Tota never saw this face of her father. He is very anxious. At night Tota lies in the bed posing as if she were asleep. She heard her parents talking in a low voice, ‘Tomorrow is the last chance for admission’. Tota listens to each and every

word of what the parents were talking about. She remembered the questions in the school .One teacher asked:’ Do you know the number of colours in a rainbow?” Tota could not tell. She saw rainbow in the sky, but never counted the colours separately. She never imagined that it could help her admission in a good school. Many such questions were asked and the answers were not known to her. She knows that the blue school bus will never take her if she is not admitted. Every evening father comes and the tensed talk starts. Tota listens to each word with rapt attention. She dreams that the blue bus has come to take her to school . Admission may be a nightmare , but the blue bus is a dream for her. Now her dolls also go to school by this blue bus. Tota herself is not eligible for that. One such evening Tota does not know when she has fallen asleep. She wakes up in the morning when the mother calls her, ‘Tota, get up quick, your bus has come.’ Tota could not believe that she has passed in the admission test and her name comes in the first merit list. The blue bus has at last come to take her to her dreamland.


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Students’ English World

Month : August, 2013

How Prometheus Gave Fire to Men Greek Mythology Many years ago, according to the stories told by the people of ancient Greece, there lived two brothers who were not like other

men, or like the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus. They were the sons of one of the Titans who had fought against Zeus and been sent in chains to the prison of the Lower World. The name of the elder of these brothers was Prometheus (which means Forethought). Prometheus was always thinking of the future and making things ready for what might happen tomorrow, or next week, or next year, or even in a hundred years time. Prometheus did not want to live amongst the clouds on Mount Olympus. While the gods were spending their time in idleness, drinking nectar and eating ambrosia, he was planning how to make the world wiser and better than it had ever been before. So instead of living on Olympus, Prometheus went out amongst men to live with them and help them .He found them living in caves and in holes of the earth, shivering with the cold because there was no fire, dying of starvation, hunted by wild beasts and by one another-the most miserable of all living creatures. "If they only had fire," said Prometheus to himself, "they could at least warm themselves and cook their food; and after a

while they could learn to make tools and build themselves houses. Without fire, they are worse off than the beasts." Prometheus went boldly to Zeus and begged him to give fire to the people, so that so they might have a little comfort through the long, dreary months of winter. "I will not!" said Zeus, "Not one spark will I share with them! For if men had fire they might become strong and wise like us, and after a while they would drive us out of our kingdom. Besides, fire is a dangerous tool and they are too poor and ignorant to be trusted with it. It is better that we on Mount Olympus rule the world without threat so all can be

slowly. Prometheus hurried back to his own land, carrying with him the precious spark hidden in the hollow center of the plant. When he reached home, he called some of the shivering people from their caves and built a fire for them, and showed them how to warm themselves by it and use it to cook their food. Men and women gathered round the fire and were warm and happy, and thankful to Prometheus for the wonderful gift which he had brought to them. One chilly winter evening, Zeus gazed down from Mount Olympus and noticed fires burning cheerfully at the hearths of

Birbal the Wise Once Akbar wanted to test his coutiers. He put a question to all of them.Akbar asked "What is the thing that travels fastest in the world?" One of the courtiers said "Bullock cart". Another said " wind". Yet another said "Light". Akbar was waiting for Birbal's answer. Birbal said "Your majesty! The thoughts in the mind are the fastest to travel.In a moment you are in this court and your next thought can be anywhere else in this world. So, thought is the fastest thing in the world."

Everyone was very surprised at Birbal's wisdom. Akbar was proud of Birbal's wisdom and rewarded him suitably.

Strong or Weak There was a proud Coconut tree in the forest. He was tall and strong. There was a small herb next to the tree. The Coconut tree said, "I am very handsome and strong. No one can defeat me". Hearing this the herb replied, "Dear friend, too much pride is harmful. Even the strong will fall one day". The Coconut ignored the herb's words. He continued to praise himself.A strong wind blew. The Coconut stood firmly. Even when it rained, the Coconut stood

happy." Prometheus didn't answer, but he had set his heart on helping mankind, and he did not give up. "Mankind shall have fire, despite what Zeus has decided," he said to himself. And with that thought, he snuck quietly into Zeus' domain and stole a spark from Zeus' own lightning bolt. Prometheus touched the end of the long reed to the spark, and the dry substance within it caught on fire and burned

men and women in every village across the land. It did not take him long to realize that Prometheus had disobeyed him and given fire to men. Zeus was very angry and ordered that Prometheus be chained to the side of a mountain to suffer there for all eternity. And there Prometheus stayed, thinking of the future, happy in the knowledge that he had given fire to men until he was one day rescued by Hercules, the mortal son of Zeus.

Never Forget India is the largest democracy in the world. India is the birthplace of chess. The original word for “chess” is the Sanskrit chaturanga, meaning “four members of an army”— which were mostly likely elephants, horses, chariots, and foot soldiers. India has the largest postal network in the world.

strong by spreading its leaves.At the same time, the herb bowed low. The Coconut made fun of the herb. One day there was a storm in the forest. The herb bowed low. As usual the Coconut did not want to bow. The storm kept growing stronger. The coconut could no longer bear it. He felt his strength giving way. He fell down.

This was the end of the proud tree. When everything was calm the herb stood straight. He looked around. He saw the proud Coconut had fallen.

ANSWERS OF ISSUE-I RIDDLES 1. sun 2. rainbow 3. umbrella 4. monkey 5. candle WORD PUZZLE-1 ACROSS : 2. hair 4. eat 5. duck 6. nose 8. yellow DOWN : 1. fingers 3. pot 5. door 7. eye 9. leg REARRANGE LETTERS 1.mushroom 2.poisonous 3.principal 4.river 5.syllable 6.prayer 8.humane 9. express 10 .clothes

Re-arrange the Letters for New Words 1. goanr 2. uresn 3. moderef 4. ownk 5. ehgu 6. sogpis 7. gilfny 8. sietiexqu 9. niveid 10. seacu To know the answers read our next issue

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