Thursday, January 22, 2015


Verbs are words that show action. They indicate three different dimensions of time the present, past and future called tense. (e.g., sing, sang, will/shall sing) Auxiliaries are otherwise known as helping verbs. These words are used with present /past participles to make a complete verb. (e.g., 'be'/ 'do'/ ‘have’ verbs) Most action words show tense in a regular way and we state them under Regular
verbs. (e.g., dance-danced; show — showed) Yet, there are certain verbs which change their spelling to show the past tense and the past participle. (e.g.,ring/rang/rung; do/did/done) Such words are said to be irregular verbs.

A. Observe the following irregular verbs:

Present Past Past Participle
Arise arose arisen
Begin began begun
choose chose chosen
draw drew drawn
Eat ate eaten
Fall fell fallen
Give gave  given
Hurt hurt hurt
Know knew known
Lie  lay lain
Meet met  met
Pay paid paid
Ride rode ridden
spend spent spent
See saw seen
Take took taken

B. Fill in the appropriate irregular verbs:

Present Past Past Participle
write wrote written
teach taught taught
swim swam swum
bring brought brought
speak spoke spoken
swear swore sworn
go went gone
grow  grew grown
keep kept kept
run ran  run
fly flew flown
freeze froze frozen
break broke broken
drive drove driven
bite bit bitten
blow  blew blown

C. Read the instructions carefully and write short sentences accordingly:
i. Past tense of catch
ii. Present of bought
iii. Past participle of stick
iv. Past tense of build
v. Present tense of leave

D. Underline the correct word in the brackets:

i. _____Gracy (wear/wore/worn) her favourite frock yesterday.
ii. Lalitha has___ (took/take/taken) medical leave and is expected to join duty next Monday.
iii. According to Roy, within a month, the bamboo plant had ___________(grew/grow/grown) five inches.
iv. Before her demise, Cynthia's grandmother______ (gives/gave/given) her golden wristwatch to her.
v. Kiran and Karun__________ (choose/chose/chosen) a beautiful shade of
green to be painted on their bed room wall.

Tuesday, January 13, 2015


Rabindranath Tagore prays for a world without fear— one world held together by freedom. Tagore's poem overflows with a deep sense of patriotism and the power in every Indian to create that freedom which he should enjoy.

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high
Where knowledge is free
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments
By narrow domestic walls
Where words come out from the depth of truth
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way
Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit
Where the mind is led forward by thee
Into ever-widening thought and action
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

- Rabindranath Tagore

We should remember Tagore and recall his contribution made towards the English language. A Bengali poet, artist, novelist and educator, he won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1913 which was followed by a series of titles and awards during his carrer.


Fragments - broken
domestic - country's internal affairs
tireless - putting a lot of hard work and energy into something over a long period of time
striving - working hard
dreary - dull
awake - wake up

In this poem, the poet dreams of an ideal world where everyone is truly free and liberated from all kinds of fetters.

Pick out the lines that mean the following and write below.

1 . fearlessness and dignity _________________
2. freedom of information _______________
3. equality and harmony ___________________
4. truthfulness ______________________
5. striving for excellence _______________

Tuesday, December 23, 2014


By Manohar Devadoss

Sometimes, landscapes can speak to us. But they only talk if we are willing to listen to them. Manohar Devadoss loves his hometown Madurai. A scientist by profession, the writer has produced some exquisite pen sketches of Madurai and its surroundings. One of his sketches of Yaanai Malai has been reproduced here for you. But what makes him extraordinary is not his versatility. It is his indomitable spirit.

For more than thirty years, Manohar Devadoss has had Retinitis Pigmentosa, an eye disorder that slowly but surely reduces vision. His wife Mahema, an immensely courageous person in her own right, was paralyzed below the shoulders following a road accident 36 years ago. The love that they could bring to each other in the face of great tragedy has been a source of inspiration to all who have known them.

Read and discover it!

The city of Madurai has been in existence for at least 2400 years. Throughout its history the city has nurtured Tamil literature. Over the centuries, Madurai has become famous for its temple complex. Rich in tradition, this ancient temple town has acquired its very own mythologies, evolving its own customs and festivals.

Adominant landmark of the northeastern outskirts of Madurai is Yaanai Malai, a solid rocky hill. When seen or approached from Madurai, this hill has a rather striking resemblance to a seated elephant hence the name Yaanai Malai (Elephant Hill). Dotted with starkly beautiful Palmyra trees, this part of rural Madurai has had a character all its own.

The paddy fields here were nourished by monsoon rains, supplemented by water from large wells called Yettrams, which have all but vanished from the rural scene today. Yettrams were extensively used during my boyhood to draw water from these large, square, irrigation wells. Ayettram well had long casuarina poles tied together with a rope, a large bucket made of leather at one end and a counterpoise at the other, enabling a man to single handedly draw large volumes of water.

On a cool moon in October, in the early 1950s, a school friend and I, on an impulse, decided to take a cross country trek to Yaanai Malai, climb up the hill and stand on its head to look at Madurai and the surrounding country. At one stage the hill seemed close enough but as we walked on it seemed to move further away. Suddenly an idyllic rural scene presented itself. We saw watery fields being ploughed. There was a large, square yettram well from which a wiry old man was drawing water. Yaanai Malai was an imposing and Silent backdrop.

Monsoon clouds began to gather, darkening the upper sky and softening the light falling on the austere scene. The landscape was placid but the sky was in turmoil. And yet, there was perfect harmony between land and sky. The sky became darker and light played games on the hill. A large drop of water hit my head. Almost immediately, a heavy downpour tore open the sky and the hill instantly disappeared behind curtains of water. As we walked back to Madurai thoroughly drenched, my friend complained with chattering teeth that the rain had ruined our plan.

I thought that what we had witnessed moments earlier was a rare visual gift and that we could always climb Yaanai Malai some other day. But my destiny decreed that, in this life, I was unable to climb up this hill to enjoy viewing Madurai and its enveloping beauty. However, many years later  in October 1986 I was to capture in ink on paper, the magic of the moment, of that distant afternoon, before lashing rains obliterated the serene landscape.

During my adolescence, Yaanai Malai inspired in me a sense of mystique. Though I gave a premium to rationalism then, I had difficulty thinking of Yaanai Malai as a nonliving, huge chunk of stone.  To me the hill seemed like a silent witness to all that was happening in Madurai, through its history. To this day, I dream of this hill in ways that relate to visual pleasure. in 2001, at a time when my vision  due to an incurable visual syndrome, Retinitis pigments  had declined to a level when I was hardly able to see any details of a distant landscape, I dreamt that my wife,Mahema — who became paralysed below her shoulders, following a road accident in 1972 — was in her wheelchair and that I stood by her side on top of Yaanai Malai. In this vivid dream, I showed her some of the important landmarks of Madurai, the tower of the large Vandiyoor temple tank, the cupolas of the historic palace called the mahal, the great gateway towers of the temple and many hills far and near. I told Mahema in my dream that had Thirumalai Nayak the ruler who had built the mahal three and a half centuries earlier, climbed up the hill then, he would have had a view not vastly different from the one we were looking at.

The monolith, Yaanai Malai looks like an elephant only when it is viewed from the southwest. Happily, Madurai sits to the south west of Yaanai Malai. What appears from Madurai to have a pyramidal shape is in actuality a very elongated hill. The Melur road from Madurai runs many miles parallel to the southeastern slope of the hill. When viewed from here, the hill has a different yet dominant appeal, as one can see from this drawing of the hill that I completed in June 2002 and have pleasure in presenting below. The broad band of paddy fields ends not far from the hill and then the monolith rises abruptly and steeply like a mighty fortress. The pale brown hue of the hill is enriched by discrete downward streaks of rust-red stains

During the cool winter months, before the emerald of the paddy fields slowly turns into a wealth of gold, small flocks of lily white egrets alight here to feast upon the tiny, silvery fish that stray into the shallow waters of the fields.

The egrets slow, flapping takeoff and the gentle swoop of soft landing as they hop from °"° Pad °f the field to another - are as graceful as the movements of ballerinas.

The borders of the paddy fields are often lined with rows of Palmyra trees. Small bushes grow wild at the foot of the trees. During the winter season, these plants burst into thousands of yellow flames of flowers.

Thursday, November 27, 2014


Don’t be afraid of the dark, little one,
The earth must rest when the day is done.
The sun must be harsh, but moonlight – never!
And those stars will be shining forever and ever!

Be friends with the night, there is nothing to fear,
Just let your thoughts travel to friends far and near.
By day, it does seem that our troubles won’t cease,

But at night, late at night, the world is at peace.

Monday, June 2, 2014

FUNNY BUNNY- A Funny Story

One day, a nut fell on Funny Bunny.

“Ouch! The sky is going to fall” said Funny Bunny. “I must tell the King.”

On the way, he met Henny Penny. “They sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny.  I'm going to tell the King.” “I’ll come too,” said Henny Penny. And off they went to find the King.

Soon they met Cocky Locky. “They sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny. “I'm going to tell the King.” “I’ll come too,” said Cocky Locky. And off they went to fine the King.

On the way , they met Lucky Ducky. “The sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny. I'm going to tell the King.” I’ll come too,” said Lucky Ducky. And off they went to find the King.

On the way, they met Poosey Goosey. “They sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny. “I'm going to tell the King.” “I’ll come too,” said Poosey Goosey. And off they went to fine the King.

On the way, they met Woxy Foxy. “They sky is going to fall,” said Funny Bunny. “I'm going to tell the King.” “The King lives here,” said Woxy Foxy. “Follow me.” 

And that was he end of Funny Bunny, Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Lucky Ducky and Poosey Goosey.