My Daily Life

The father of our nation and a leader. A source of guidance and a famed lawyer of his time. Also known as Mahtma, he has not failed to inspire millions of people, maybe even billion. Yes, we are talking about Mahtma Gandhi.   After he returned from South Africa in 1915, he joined the congress and started fighting for India’s independence. He, did not use guns or sword. He used non-violence and satyagarh. This was a tool British did not have. He believed that only way to defeat wrong doers was to make them feel ashamed. He played a vital role in freedom struggle. Mahatama Gandhi was an honest, patriotic, sensitive and kind soul. He made sure that everybody remained honest. He was a true patriotic. His love and dedication to the country was incredible. He was sensitive towards nature and remained kind throughout his life. He is an inspiration for me as he is a perfect role model. A peace loving person, Mahatma Gandhi detested wars. He was not scared of going to jail. Even though h

A few days ago, one of my ex-teacher Ma'am Tarana  asked me for my blog's name and link. A little surprised, I must have shown that on my face to my teacher, that prompted her to give me the reason for asking the same. As soon as I heard what my teacher had to say, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. She was going to share my blog link and name on her for other students to be inspired to take up writing. Ma'am Tarana has a blog named Untangling Life's Web. She posts new words and their meanings and she also shares short poems and stories along with grammar concepts and personal experiences. I frequently read and comment on her blog and have learnt many new words. As soon as I reached home, I told my mother about  the news. My mother was super-excited and proud of me. The next day, ma'am posted a blog with my blog details. It also contained a nine year-old Indo-American girl's blog description.The girl's name is Nitara and she has a blog named Tender quill.

When you are an adult ,seeing the world using our own eyes becomes difficult.But children are free to do so.Ruskin Bond remembers his days as a child and penned it down on paper.He tells his experience as a child and a teen.We can see the difference between his and our lifestyles very clearly.What I really like about the book is how vividly Mr Bond remembers and describes his childhood.This book is an inspiration for me as it teaches me to follow my passion and work for achieving my goals from today.His thirst for writing took him to England where he wrote his first book.This book teaches me to spend time with my loved ones.It teaches about the ups and downs of life and how to battle it.What really astounds me is how great Mr Bond was at making friends.He reveals the twists which he added to real instances of his life to create a totally new story.A true delight for his readers,this book is his mini-autobiography.If I could change anything,I would change the fact that Mr Bond did not

I am the Elder child and the only daughter of my parents. Everyone tells me that I am my dad's princess. I think that is true. I believe that mom is a pillar of family and dad is a backbone of family. I have seen my dad working very hard for us. We never appreciate our dad's hardwork and take him for granted. I am sure therefore this day is dedicated to all the fathers when we can thank them for all the wonderful moments they provide to their family selflessly. Few lines dedicated to Father's day A day for yourself to relax A day to have fun, to sit in the sun. The third Sunday of June, for all fathers is a great boon. A father works day and night, and makes sacrifices contentedly, To ensure that their family is happy and have  everything they need. All fathers should take rest as Father's day is a well earned break, As they sweat and work for our sake. So to all the Fathers of the world, I say Happy Father's Day!!

My visit to Sabel school Munich, Germany is unforgettable and unique .The moment we the group of nine students accompanied by a young and enthusiastic teacher landed in the country of architecture and motor, we knew that many surprises awaited us. We were welcomed by our hosts on the airport which was an unexpected but a warm gesture for me atleast. After a quick breakfast we went to Sabel School. It was a well-designed structure, the first imprint in my mind. The interactions with the teachers and children made me feel comfortable and like family. The best part of the first day was the group photograph. During the stay, the days were well planned and were executed gainfully for us. We worked on a project on architecture and visited various historical and renowned monuments. Marienplatz, also known as the town’s square, was one of the places we visited. The English Garden is a huge park with a canal for surfing. We also visited the Nymphenburg castle which was made in the 17 th

The thought of travelling to new places leaves us enthralled and full of excitement.I was too when my mother told me that she was going to send me to Germany for a school exchange programme .I was speechless.I was on cloud nine!My ears rang with those words the entire day.Germany is a beautiful place.The architecture is intricate and there are many places to visit as well.That very day I started researching about Germany.My brothers told me not to count my chickens before they hatched.Why would they say so?That was because we had to submit a form(which I of course did not have)and give it to the teacher.And the bad news?The last date had already gone.I had not taken this problem into consideration.I began to fret and panic.I instructed myself to stay calm.I resolved that I would get the form first thing tomorrow,get it filled, take the money on the next working day that was Monday and voila!I would be going to Germany.The next day,I went to get the form with one of my friends I cross

Last week, on Friday I went to my best friend's birthday party in Noida. When I came out of my house, the gentle breeze ruffled my hair and the leaves of the trees rustled lightly, making a pleasant sound much like the waves of the sea lashing on the side of a cliff. I wished that the party was out in the open. But no such luck. It was inside the society club. The car ride was exhausting. But we finally reached the party after an hour or so. We walked inside the club. It was full of pink and white balloons, my friend's favorite colors. Streamers lined the ceiling. The club was huge. Everyone ran and rushed inside the club. I spotted my best friend clothed in a spotless gleaming blue gown. Her hair were adorned in a silver crown made of white beads and sequins. She looked glamorous, like a supermodel. I ran upto her and hugged her tightly. We had not met in a long time. Later, we started playing several games. Some of which I won and some I lost. After the games, we w