Other than hosting the World Laughter Day, this month also houses the birth anniversary of at least three great writers. On May 7th, 1861, was born the first Asian Nobel Laureate, Rabindranath Tagore. Do you know he even wrote a book to teach young children Bengali with rhymes and poems for young children? Then, on May 12th, 1812, Edward Lear was born in England. He painted, drew, wrote funny poems and popularised limericks. You might have read Owl and the Pussycat by him. May 25th, 1899, was the birthdate of Kazi Nazrul Islam. He was a Muslim who married a Hindu and wrote for harmony intermingling the lore of both these religions. With three famous poets born in May, it is perhaps time we stepped into poetry here. Let us begin. And here is the fantastic Ms Sara. So what do we have this time?
This time we have a strange mix! Penguins and rainbows and much more… Let us start with poetry.
Eight-year-old Harshika Khanna, from Kolkata pens an enticing poem about edible rainbows! What flavour would you want?
If I could taste the colours of the rainbow By Harshika Khanna If I could taste the colours of the rainbow… I think that the violet would taste like mouth-watering grapes, Indigo, like tiny sparkly blueberries, Blue, like a fresh drink of blue lagoon, Green, like the pretty pastel in shade matcha, Yellow, like dreamy butterscotch, Orange, like the delicious delight of freshly pressed orange juice.
Nine-year-old Vedika Sriram from Bangalore had tea for the first time and she loved it so much, she wrote a poem about it! Isn’t that Tea-rriffic!
The First time I had tea By Vedika Sriram The First time I had tea it was just amazing, It was super hot and very pleasing. It made me ask my mom for more tea, Which meant for me to plea and plea. She made tea every day just for me, So that I could be happy. I just loved tea like anything, And for me it was everything. So there I was, the tea lover of the world In happiness, I swirled and twirled.
Full five-and-a-half-year-old Wrishik Ghosh from Kolkata loves to write poems. And his favourite subject is his dad!
My Dad, My Hero By Wrishik Ghosh My dad is my friend, He is always there at my end. He spoils me a lot, By giving lots of toys. He is the best in the world, His heart is made of gold. Dad, I love you, you are my hero, And you love me too.
Now we have these imaginative stories. Eight-year-old Prathmesh Chokhani, a Bookosmian from Kolkata makes us laugh with a funny story about a sweet teacher who forgets the way to school!
The Teacher Who Forgot The Way To School
By Prathmesh Chokani
There was once a teacher named Priya. She loved to teach children and was very kind hearted. The children loved her classes. She was very punctual at school. But she had one problem-her terrible sense of direction!
Even though she went to school everyday she still needed a map to reach there.
One day, she had to be early at school. She woke up early in the morning, took a map, wore her prettiest dress and started walking to school.
She was holding the map. Then suddenly, a breeze came and the map flew out of Priya’s hand. She began to chase the map. But before she could, a dog caught it and ate it. Then she said to the dog in an angry voice “Eh! naughty dog,” and began advising the dog as if it was one of her naughty students in class.
Though the map was lost, she knew where the school was. But then by mistake, she stepped on the dog’s tail. Then the dog began chasing and barking at Priya.
Finally, the dog stopped chasing her and left her alone. She was now, completely muddled and had lost her way.
Then she remembered, she had her phone. She tried switching it on, but it had run out of charge. As usual, she had forgotten to charge the phone!
Now she had no option, but to ask someone for directions. She asked a person the direction and he said. “Take the right then you will reach a by-lane, then go straight and then you’ll reach the school.”
She walked and walked until she reached. She went inside the classroom and wished her students a good morning, but it was too late as it was dismissal time!
Priya joined the students as they all laughed at the incident. She may not have had a good sense of direction but she was the best at keeping the class in good spirits!
Penguins! Do you like penguins? Nine-year-old Aashritha Surya Prakash from Bangalore writes a cute little piece about a baby penguin’s sweet and happy life. Let’s get on to our happy feet too!
The happy life of a baby penguin
By Ashrita Surya Prakash
Crack! Crack! Wow what a beautiful place!
I just came out of my plain, white and warm shell into a magical place full of colours! Haaa! What a warm place! But why am I in between the legs of this person? Why do I like it here? Ohh this is my dad! But, but where is my mom? The one who laid my white, warm egg? Well now, I am a bit hungry.
Now…wow! What a nice surprise! There comes my mom! She got me some yummy fish and squid! I love it! Thank you mom! Now, after that yummy meal, I will go and meet my friends.
We played all day, my friends and I, and I am tired now, but I loved it! Tomorrow, my mom says I have to go to penguin school. There, we will learn how to fish, swim and ride on our belly down the hills full of snow!
I am so excited!
Today I went to school! It was awesome! My new teacher is great! She is very kind.
In recess, we learnt how to slide on our belly! It was very fun! I am going out to practice now, so bye!
Nine-year-old V Avyukkt from Hyderabad writes a powerful story about handling bullies.
Learning To Face My Bullies
By V Avyukt
I am a zebra named Jack and I had three friends named Jane, Alex and Phillips. They always used to bully and tease me as I did not know how to walk on a tightrope like them.
After some days, I felt sad and suddenly a zebra was walking by. I asked his name. He said his name was Zebby. Zebby said, “I saw your friends bullying you.”
I told him it was because I can’t walk on a tightrope.
“I know tightrope, I can teach you,” he said.
Zebby tied both the ends of rope to sticks. I was not able to do it at first but I kept practicing for some days, weeks and months.
One fine morning, my heart was beating with hope. I decided to try it. I took my first step and continued walking on the rope without looking down.
Finally, I reached the end! I thanked Zebby and I told him it’s time to show the three bullies. To my surprise, he said it’s not over yet. Zebby said it was now time to learn to walk a tightrope over a fire. I was nervous but I trusted Zebby.
I closed my eyes took a deep breath and took my first step. Nothing happened so I reached the end and opened my eyes. I had done it! I looked at Zebby who was so proud of me.
I thanked him and decided to show the bullies what I could but to my surprise, Zebby said not to. He said I knew that I could walk on a tightrope over a fire and that’s all mattered.
I got over my fear of bullies and found a new best friend!
And just as we learn to tackle bullies, we learn never to give up. Twelve-year-old Kavya Mehta from Mumbai writes an inspiring essay about not giving up despite the hurdles that come your way.
An Expert Was Once A Beginner
By Kavya Mehta
Do you think that every expert was born skilled or were they a beginner at first and had to go the extra mile to achieve their ambition? Learning is life. To achieve something, we have to burn the candle at both ends. Giving up is the path towards deterioration.
If every beginner gave up when things got tough, there would be no expert. Every time we hit a roadblock, we cannot simply throw up our hands and say, “I Quit,” you would never get past that. When you know you have failed, you would understand where you made a mistake. You can only learn, never feel discouraged by your failures and also never stop learning. Try to learn from the mistakes and be the best you can be.
If you want to succeed, never draw any conclusion from those who have achieved. They are not lucky. They may make success look easy, but no one knows how much hard work has gone into making them reach this position. Everyone starts as a beginner and takes that first step, and only by moving forward can they reach that expert level.
Late. Dhirubhai Ambani was one of the biggest examples. Dhirubhai Ambani-the son of a poor village teacher achieved his ambition by his confidence and passion. He faced numerous failures, but by his efforts and hope he started a business and thereafter gained huge success.
Ambani suffered through many hurdles in his life but he never gave up and fought tooth and nail. Following that, today his company is among the world’s best. This shows us that whether you are rich or poor you will get many obstacles as you move towards success and you have to choose the correct path without limiting yourself.
To push yourself to the next level, you need to put in the extra effort. With proper dedication, persistence, consistency, we learn to do our best. The same is the case with reaching your goal. It is not that difficult, and anyone can do it with a will to learn and implement.
Therefore, just believe in yourself and you can do the impossible.
So, before you give up always remember,
‘An expert in anything was once a beginner!’
Eight-year-old Vedant Garg from Noida pens a heartwarming essay about a little hamster who found his home with him.
My New Pet Hamster
By Vedant Garg
It was a sunny morning when I was walking in the park. While returning home, I saw a small hamster pecking on pieces of apple that were littered on the grass.
The hamster was lonely but was contentedly enjoying his meal. He was stout-bodied, with a tail shorter than his body, tiny furry ears, and wide feet. He had very soft and silky fur.
I took the little hamster in my hands and carried him home. I was going to keep it as a pet. The little thing struggled to get out of my grip. I petted him and kept walking.
When I reached home, I rushed in and exclaimed, “Mom, Dad, see what I have got with me!”
My parents came to the living room where I had been playing with the hamster who had now fallen asleep. When they saw him, they shrieked in fear. I told them that there was nothing to worry about, it was just an ordinary hamster. But that didn’t comfort them at all. They got brooms and tried to shoo him away. I blocked their way and promised them that I would keep the hamster away from them. They agreed and stormed off.
From the very first day, I started to call the hamster Fluffy. Fluffy was very happy staying with us now. For him, it was a new dreamy life. But I was still facing some problems with him. He kept running around the house and aggravated my parents. Feeding him was very difficult too as he never wanted to eat anything, and I had to force him to eat to keep him healthy. I still had to keep him away from my parents though.
Whenever my parents would come, he would pretend to sleep but I knew that he had found a true friend in me and an affectionate house to stay.
In his hearts of hearts, Fluffy liked troubling my parents as much as I did.
I had found my companion too.
This beautiful essay by eight-year-old Jia Kataria from Kolkata, succinctly lays out the extraordinary bond we share with our mothers.
My Mother, My Best Friend
By Jia Kataria
My mother is my best friend, with whom I share all my secrets. Like a true friend she is always there with me in good and bad times.
She makes sure there is always a smile on my face and I am always free of all troubles.
She pampers me with good food, toys, dresses and a lot of love.
My mother’s presence always makes me happy and in her absence I feel very lonely.
I hope this bond blooms with every passing year.
And with that we wind up our young persons’ section for the month of May, which heralds the start of summer in the Northern hemisphere and winter in Southern. Have you even thought that while you sweat it out people in Australia would be wearing sweaters!
( This section is hosted by Bookosmia)
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