Thursday, February 12, 2009

THE DESIRED ONE


Jai was trying to find his remote-controlled toy car in his room. He could not find it, so he went to the store-room to look for it. He was making his way through dust covered boxes and cartons on the floor. He found his car, cleaned it and was happily making his way back. Suddenly his foot landed on a paper. He turned and picked it up. It was a photograph- also covered with dust. He came towards light and cleaned it. Wow, it was he as a baby; and his then young parents. But who was this other child wearing a frock in their arms? A twin? No, he was the only child. He was puzzled. He came to the room and placed the photograph in the bedside drawer. He kept thinking, thinking. Who could this child be? A cousin? His own sister? Where was she? Why was he never told about her in all his eight years of age?

Confused and tired, he fell asleep. He dreamt of the girl in the photo. He was playing with her, laughing with her, fighting with her. He was still lost when he went to school the next morning. His parents were wondering what had happened to him. Finally, he decided to tell his parents about his problem. At night, he called his parents to his room and took out the photograph out of the drawer. The parents were surprised and hung their faces in shame when Jai asked them about the baby. They were puzzled and confused regarding what to tell their son. Jai asked them what the photo meant. They sat near him, patted his head and said, “ Jai, the girl in the photo is your twin sister.” His mother paused to think what to say and how to say. Then she took courage and said, “Jai my boy, she is your twin sister. When you both were 3 months old, you both fell sick. Your grandparents made us take you to the doctor while she was not given any medicine. As a result she died and you survived. Your grandmother said that the girl would be a big responsibility. It is best that she is left to die.”

She stopped. She could not say anything more. Jai was crying, “But why didn’t you think about me-all alone, playing alone, and and and ….” He started sobbing and drifted off to sleep.
His parents thought that they would leave him alone for a while. Jai was again dreaming of his twin sister. He could see her alive in his dreams. His parents in the other room were thinking. His father thought of a plan and said, “Why don’t we adopt a girl and tell Jai this is his new sister as his birthday comes the day after tomorrow.”

And Sunday came. It was Jai’s birthday. They went off to an orphanage where his parents had already fixed a meeting with the manager Miss Tanvi who was a kind, generous and decent person. They told Jai where they were going and what he was going to get. He jumped with joy. Miss Tanvi told his parents that they could adopt a girl ofJai’s age. Jai and his parents waited in the office. Jai was very excited.

After some time, she came with a sweet little girl with a sad face, “This is your new brother and these are your parents, Chahat.” Chahat came towards Jai and Jai shyly hugged her. They both were crying with joy as if they had been separated and had now met. Their parents signed the forms, thanked Miss Tanvi. The little girl hugged Miss Tanvi and said bye to her friends. Then she went shopping with her brother and her parents. They bought beautiful clothes, a school bag and books. Chahat’s dream of having a doll house was fulfilled. They came home, cut the cake that said “Happy Birthday”.

It was Chahat’s new birth, and Jai’s too.

Jai went out in the lawn and shouted, “I have a sister.”


Tuesday, December 23, 2008

CONVERSATION

This poem by Olive Dove is in my Literary Reader and I love it.
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Why are you always tagging on?

You ought to be dressing dolls
Like other sisters.

Dolls! You know I don’t like them.
Cold, stiff things lying so still.
Let’s go to the woods and climb trees.
The crooked elm is the best.
From the top you can see the river
And the old man hills,
Humped-backed and hungry
As ragged beggars.
In the day they seen small and far away
But at night they crowd closer
And stand like frowning giants.
Come on! What are you waiting for?

I have better things to do.

It’s wild in the woods today.
Rooks claw the air with their cackling.
The trees creak and sigh.
They say that long ago, slow Sam the woodcutter
Who liked to sleep in the hollow oak,
Was found dead there.
The sighing is his ghost, crying to come back.
Let’s go and hear it.

I hate the sound.

You mean you’re afraid?

Of course not.
Jim and I are going fishing.

Can I come too?

What do you know about fishing?
You're only a girl.



Tuesday, November 18, 2008

BOND...I LOVE BOND...

boring mom, uploaded it ulta



In process



Madame artist has many eyes



'A' or 'V'?



The man whose job I was doing is seen playing with roti da dabba



The name is Bond...Fevi Bond



They are cruel, they will frame this fish


Painted and framed



The finished product

(As dictated by NewPinch to her mom. NewPinch has dozed off, Photo captions courtesy-Mom)

Thursday, October 9, 2008

A Spoiled Games Period

Yesterday was my games period. It was totally spoiled. Let me tell you how.

We girls decided to play Kho-Kho and the boys decided nothing but to spoil our game. So they sent Prabhjot to do it. He just sat in the track. I got angry and angrier. It was my turn to run. Jessica of the opposite team asked me why I was not running fast enough. I said, it doesn’t matter to you, because if I run slowly, it will be easier for you to chase me.

The boys were disturbing our game. So I decided I won’t play because I was filling up with fire of anger. I sat on a bench. I saw two girls named Arpan and Manvi were saying that we would play only in the shade because we will get sun-burnt. I told them it is not your beauty contest tomorrow that you have to be protected from sun. Then all the girls decided that they will not play kho-kho, they will play catch-catch. Both my best friends Ashpreet and Gurjit saw me sitting alone so they decided not to play. Some boys challenged us to catch them. All of us girls caught them and the boys learnt their lesson right.

Still it was a spoiled games period.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

IMPRESSIVE - CHINESE MAN SPEAKS PUNJABI

My mother's teacher sent her this video and she showed it to me. I wish to share it here.



Thursday, August 14, 2008

MY HERO

Sunday, July 27, 2008

My Social Science Teacher

My social science teacher’s name is Mrs Gurjeet Kaur. She teaches us History, Geography and Civics. The best thing about her is that she teaches History like Art; Geography like English and Civics like games. Sometimes I think that she is like my class teacher of Class IV, Mrs S. Dhaliwal. Mrs Gurjeet’s voice is like Mrs Dhaliwal’s. Her handwriting is also like hers. Her way of teaching is like hers. She even teaches English - not to us but to some other classes. She is strict, but to me she is polite. This is perhaps because for good students, even the strictest teacher becomes polite; but for bad children, even the most polite teacher is strict. Actually she was on leave on my first day of senior secondary school in VI standard. I asked Jasleen, my senior busmate about all the teachers who were going to teach us. I asked her who all were strict. When I told her that Mrs. Gurjeet would teach us social science, she yelled in surprise and shouted, “Mrs. Gurjeet?” I said yes, “Then what? What is the matter? Is she very strict?” She said, “Yes she is strict, but is one of the best. Her teaching, her voice, her love for good students all is worth appreciation." I felt proud that she is teaching us, I am proud to have her as my teacher.