I have a pet rabbit. Its name is Bunnie. It is brown in colour and white patches on one eye and both the ears. It is soft and furry. It likes to eat carrots. It keeps running around in the garden. Whenever it sees me, it runs between my legs and pimps around me. We have made a small burrow for it in the garden.
I love Bunnie very much.
Essay on Indian festival Diwali
India is a land of festivals and fairs. Diwali or Deepavali is one of the most important and colourful festivals of the India. It is called the festival of lights. Diwali celebrate the return of the lot of Lord Rama, Sita and Lakshman to Ayodhya after living for 14 years in exile. The people of Ayodhya came out rejoicing, in large numbers, to receive them. This festival has been celebrated since the days of Lord Rama. People prepare for great festival by whitewashing and painting their houses, shops and other buildings.
On the day of Diwali, houses, shops and other buildings are decorated with lighted candles, diyas and small bulbs. We can see illuminations all over. On Diwali day, people put on fine clothes, they look happy and are in festive mood. They meet and exchange greetings with their relations and friends. They also exchange sweets.
On the Diwali night, Lord Ganesha and Lakshmi, the Goddesses of wealth, are worshiped. People playing with crackers and sparklers. The prayer for wealth, health and prosperity. This festival is celebrated all over India. All people, irrespective of caste or create join in the celebration. Indian communities living in other countries to celebrate this festival.
The horse has a strong and beautiful body. He has four legs and a long beautiful tail. His neck looks very beautiful. Horses are of many sizes and colours. He is a very useful animal. He is harnessed to carriages. He is used for riding and ploughing. Some horses are specially trained to be used in battles and processions. He carries heavy loads specially in hilly countries. The horses eats grass and grams. He is very faithful to his master. Warriors are very fond of their horses.
Our class sits in a room in the upper storey. It is 25 feet long and 20 feet wide. There are two doors, four windows and 8 ventilators. The walls are painted with bright colors. The floor is made of wooden. Our room is airy, open and well ventilated.
There are 20 tables 40 chairs. The tables are arranged in 5 rows of 4 tables each. There are 2 chairs at each table. In front there is a raised wooden platform. The teacher’s table, chair and a blackboard are placed on the platform. There is an almirah for the use of teachers.
The walls are decorated with beautiful pictures, cartoon characters, maps, diagrams and mottoes. A smart board is also there in our class. The time table and charts hung on the front wall. It is kept perfectly neat and clean.
Essay on Journey by train
I have travelled by train many times. But these were short Journeys. One day, my father told us that he is going to Kanyakumari on a business trip. He decided to take the whole family with him. We were thrilled to hear this good news. We packed our luggage and went to Kota by train, as our real journey was to start from there. At Kota we boarded the Rajdhani Express for Kanyakumari. We travelled in a second class AC compartment.
The journey was very comfortable. We passed through many states. I looked out during the day and enjoyed the scenery all along. We saw cattle grazing, people working in the fields, beautiful flower Gardens and orchards of fruit trees. Our train made very few halts. Meals was served at regular interval. We enjoyed the delicious food.
The scenery along the Konkan coast was really very beautiful. Our train passed through many tunnels. Then we reached Ernakulam, a very clean and beautiful city. From Ernakulam, we boarded another train for Kanyakumari. This part of our journey from Ernakulam to Kanyakumari was still more enjoyable. At last we reached our destination, Kanyakumari, the southern tip of India. We can never forget our journey.
Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was born on October 2, 1869 at Porbandar in Gujarat. His parents were Kaba Gandhi and Putli Bai.
As a student he was brilliant and from a very early age displayed and fostered virtues of honesty and truthfulness.
He completed his school and college education in Gujarat. Mohandas then went to England to study law and became a barrister. On completing his studies in law in 1893 he went to South Africa to practice there. It was here that his eyes were opened to the maltreatment of the Indians . His sentiments rose high and he felt he had to do something about it.
Gandhiji returned to India and started a movement to make the people aware that all must help to free India from British rule. He used non-violent methods and asked all Indians to practice Swadeshi – the use of country-made things. Gandhiji led the way by using only khadi clothes. He suffered a lot at the hands of the British rulers and was sent to Jail on a number of occasions .
The “Quit India” movement and the “Non-cooperation” movement played a great part in the freedom of India, which eventually dawned on August 15, 1947. On january 30, 1948 Gandhiji was shot dead by Nathuram Godse. In his last tragic moment he prayed for god”s help.
My Pet Dog
I have a little pet dog. I call it puppy. I love it very much. When I come from school it comes running towards me. It lies at my feet, wags its tail and licks my hand. I feed it with my own hand. I wash it with soap. It follows me when I go out for a walk. It has a collar round its neck. It is very faithful and intelligent. It keeps watch at night. I should not like to part with it.
Many people keep animals or birds as pet. Some people keep birds, others keep cats.
Many people keep dogs as pets. I too have a pet dog. My dog belongs to Pomerian breed. it is white in colour. I call it Max. His body is covered with soft, white fur. Max is small, active, smart and runs very fast.
I love my pet dog. I take great care of it and give him bath. Every morning I take him out for walk. Thus I too am able to have a walk every morning. I feel my dog personally. I give him biscuits, bread and milk and an egg every day, and twice a week I give him meat.
In Max, I have a loving and faithful companion. He accompanies me when I move around the house or in compound. He is very fond of playing ball. I throw the ball and my dog runs after it and brings it back to me.
My pet dog is also a good watchdog. At night Max guards the house, and is very sensitive to sound. He begins to bark at the slightest noise. He keeps barking till we get up and so does the duty of a good watchman.
My pet dog is very intelligent and alert. He barks at people but does not bite them. He plays with small children and likes their company and is very fond of all the members of our family.
We love our dog very much. Visitors to our house love Max too. When we go out we take the dog in the car with us. When we go out of station, we buy a ticket for Max too and take him with us.
A dog is the most faithful of all animals. It is very devoted to his master. So someone has rightly said that human beings are second to dogs in showing gratitude.
The School Playground
There is a good playground in our school. It is just close to the school. It has green grass looking like green velvet all round the ground.
There are green shrubs which are beautifully trimmed. There is a gardener to water and look after it. It is divided into 4 parts. We play football, hockey, cricket and volleyball. It is compulsory for every student to take part in games. Each game is in the charge of a teacher. The games begin at half past five.
It is pleasant sight to see all the students at play. The headmaster and the Teachers join the games. There is a wave of joy and happiness everywhere. All look bright happy and jolly.
Essay on Postman
The postman is a very integral part of our daily life. Though this the age of computes and all that goes with it, the postman still delivers letters, books, magazines, parcels and money orders which cannot b done by computers.
The postman, being a government servant has to be identified as such, so he dons a khaki uniform, a matching cap and carries a bag on his shoulder in which he packs all the post that needs to be delivered.
The work of a postman is not easy. He starts his day by reporting at the office by 9 o’clock sharp. He signs the register and gets down to the business of the day. A gunny bag full of letters is sorted out for delivering in different zones of the city.
The letters and other postal articles of one zone are taken to the respective counter and thee they are sorted street-wise and number-wise, so that the postman does not waste the time while delivering his quota of the post. Then begins the tedious part of the job, that is going from house to house to make the deliveries. The letters are easy because he just drops them into the letterboxes or slips them under the doors in case there are no boxes.
Rain, hail, sunshine or storm you will never fail to see the postman on his rounds. He has no choice as his work is a very important and risky one at the same time, as he can be identified and held responsible for the loss of any postal articles. But unfortunately, the postman gets a very meager salary.
In villages the postman’s work is more or less the same but his job is made easier as he goes on his rounds on a cycle, because the villages are far apart. But sometimes the postman has to move on unmetalled roads and has to cross muddy fields.
Then the postman has to return to the post office, make his report to the postmaster, and then if any odd jobs need to be completed, he does so and calls it a day. He returns home a truly tired man.