Thursday, December 13, 2007

Terrorism--Violence--Poverty:- Can it ever end?


David and his parents were travelling in their car. They were on the way back from a party. Suddenly there were lots of noises around. David could understand that they were stuck in traffic jam. They were surrounded by cars and trucks. There were people destroying public and private properties. They took many new ways and lot of time to reach home.

After reaching home David asked, "who are those guys? Why are they bothering the public and private properties?"

"They are terrorists. They fight for some rights; they are fighting against the government."


One day David went to buy food from the near by store, while retur
ning a boy from the street snatched the food from David and ran away.

David came home and asked his dad "why that boy snatched the food from me?"

"He is poor. He can't buy or prepare food.That's why he stole the food from you."

Day by day violence increased in their area. One day David heard lots of shooting sounds. He saw some army vehicles around.

"He asked his dad; whats going on around?"

"The terrorists are equipped with power full weapons. So the government has opened a war to fight against the terrorists
. That's why you could see army vehicles and hear shooting sounds."

Next day David went to school but, it was closed. so he came home.

"Why there is no school open dad?"



"There is a war going on here. Many people are losing their lives. Many people have homeless. those homeless people have taken shelter in school."

Out side the house he saw gang members shouting slogans against the government and destroying public and private properties they see in front of them. He also saw the boy who snatched the food
, going with the gang.

"Why that boy is in that gang, dad?"

"I can't explain it to you. You are too small to understand all these."


Few days later something fell on his house. He heard loud noise and cries and lost his conscious. Whe he got back his conscious he saw his mom him in her arm and hiding in a place.

"Where is dad and my brother?"

"I was not able to find them. I could only save you."


David understood that his father and his brother are missing and not sure if they are alive.

David and his mom were alone and homeless. They stayed in a school. His mom fell sick due to injuries in her leg.

The food distributed by the government was not enough because there were many homeless people living in the school.


He searched for job but, he didn't get any, may be he was too young. They starved for many days.

One day David saw a goup of boys eating in the lawn. He snatched food from one of the boys and ran back to the school. He gave the food to his mom. She refused to eat it because he stole the food from others.


Few days later his mom died due to starvation and sickness.

He cried for a long time. He got angry because of all these but he was helpless.

He heard slogans behind him. He saw some gangsters; he joined
them. He also did the activities they did. When he was moving with that gang he saw a boy snatching food from someone and running away. The boy was not fast enough and was caught and hit for stealing the food. The boy fell down and cried.

David now understood all these. He moved out of the gang and went near the boy. He consoled him. He held his hand and took him to the opposite side.

He didn't know where to go or what to do but, he knew he should never enter into violent activities and do crimes. To gain his rights or make up his laws he should no damage others.

He took the boy and walked away. still he could hear noises here and there. He knew that is never ending...

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Homophones


The man and the hare

A man caught a hare,
To get its hair,
To make fur,
The hare in scare,
Jumped in the air,
Ran away far.

Homophones: a
word with different origin and meaning but the same pronunciation as another word, whether or not spelled alike, as (fare and fair).

The homophones I used in this poem are: Hair, air, hare.

Don't smoke

Put Down Your Cigarette Rag (Don't Smoke)

Smoking is not good for your health.

Please don't smoke. You could cause someone close to you to hurt, and if you don't think that anyone will care then you are wrong. Smoking could cause cancer, brain tumour and many others.
Here is a poem about smoking.

Don't smoke don't smoke don't smoke don't smoke,
Don't smoke,

Smoking makes you cough,

You can't sing straight
You gargle on saliva
& vomit on your plate
Don't smoke don't smoke don't smoke don't smoke,

Don't smoke smoke smoke smoke

You smoke in bed
You smoke on the hill
Smoke till you'r dead
You smoke in Hell
Don't smoke don't smoke in living Hell Dope Dope
Don't smoke don't smoke don't smoke

Don't see these pictures and start smoking

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

My poem

When I am not good, I'm not cute ,
When I'm not cute, I am not
mute,
When I'm not mute, I speak nonsense,
When I speak nonsense, I don't have sense,
When I don't have sense, I get mad,
When I get mad, I make my mom sad.

If I have to be cute,
I have to be good.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

My bluff about balloons

Our apartment front office used to have colorful balloons. I used to take away one now and then. My father warned me not to do so. One day when I was back from school the colorful balloon caught my eyes. I picked up one and came home and was playing with it.

My dad
: "Where did you get this from?"
Me : "I got it from school
."
My dad: "How did you bring it from school?"
Me : "It deflated. After coming home inflated it."
My dad: "Let it free"
Me : "Okay okay okaaay..."
I let it free.
It flew up and stuck to the roof.

My dad: "It is a gas balloon so, don't bluff."
Me : " I.....uh......got it from the...uh...appartment office. I am...so sorry dad."

I asked my mom" How did he find it?"
Mom : Because room has less air. When you blow a balloon with air, the atmospheric air is lighter than the air in the balloon so, the balloon won't fly like a gas balloon.

Then I did an experiment using air and gas balloon.

Gas balloon


Air balloon



I understood that air balloon can't fly up like gas balloon.

Sunday, December 2, 2007

My cute little brother

He is cute,
He never keeps his mouth mute.
He is funny,
I wish I could give him a bunny.
He is active,
And also attractive.
When he flaps fast his hands and legs,
He
reminds me of a joyful butterfly.


Here you could see my brother,
Isn't he cute?
Isn't he cute while crying?