Monday, April 21, 2014

GOING TO BUY A BOOK



One day, grandfather gave my brother
       and me some money.
"Go and buy books," he said.
  We were both very happy.
     We both love to read.

Should we go now?
Should we go later?
Should we go today?
Should we go tomorrow?
We decided to go right now.

Should we go to the big market?
Should we go to the small shop?
Should we go with somebody?
    Should we go alone?
We decided to go to the small shop,
     just the two of us.

   We like the small bookshop.
It is small but it has many books.
   The man in the shop likes us.
   He always helps us.

Should I buy a book with a lot of pictures?
 Should I buy a book with a lot of stories?
   Should I buy a thin book?
   I could not decide.

We did not know which book to buy.
  The man in the shop smiled at us.
   "Relax, come with me," he said.
These books are about animals.
    Those are about machines.
Those over there are about wars.
    Take what you want."

   I picked some books.
My brother picked some books.
   I sat on the floor.
   He sat on the chair.
And we read and we read and we read.

   It was very quiet.
There was no sound.
  One hour passed.
  Two hours passed.
Finally, we knew which books to buy.

The man in the bookshop smiled at us.
   I got a fat book with many stories.
My brother got a big book with many pictures.


We ran home to our grandfather.
   We climbed on his bed.
He put his arms around us and then
   We read, and read, and read.

Monday, April 14, 2014

PRETTY PEEP- Sing this song together

I have a little sister,
    They call her Pretty Peep;
She wades in the waters
    Deep, deep, deep;
She climbs up the mountains
    High, high, high;
My pretty little sister,

    She has just one eye.

Monday, April 7, 2014

THE GIVING TREE- Read the story


How do you feel when you help someone?
How do you feel when you share your things with others?
Read this play to know how a tree feels when it helps a boy.

Narrator: Once there was a tree and it loved a little boy. Every day the boy would visit the tree and enjoy its company.

Tree: Come here, my boy. Come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches.

Boy: (swinging from branches) Ah, what fun!

Tree: Are you hungry? Eat my apples

Boy: (eating apples) How delicious!

Narrator: When the boy was tired, he slept under the tree. The tree was happy to give its shade. But time went by. And the boy grew older and went away. The tree was often alone. After some years... One day the boy came to the tree and the tree was very happy.

Tree: Come, my boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches.

Boy: I am too big to climb and play. I want to buy things and have fun. I want some more money. Can you give me some money?

Tree: I'm sorry but I have no money, I have only leaves and apples. You can pluck my apples and sell them in the market. Then you will have money.

Narrator: The boy happily plucked the apples and carried them away. The tree was also happy. But the boy stayed away for a long time and the tree was sad. One day, the boy came back and the tree shook with Joy.

Tree: Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk. Swing from my branches, eat my apples, play in my shade and be happy

Boy: I am too busy to climb trees. I am getting married and I need a house for my wife and children. Can you give me a house?

Tree: I have no house but you may cut off my branches and build a house.

Narrator: So the boy cut off the tree's branches and carried them away to build a house. The tree was very happy.

But the boy stayed away for a long time and the tree was sad again.

And when he came back after some years, the tree was so happy that it could hardly speak. Now, the boy was a young man.

Tree: Come, Boy, come. What can I do for you?

Young man: I am going on a business trip. I want a boat to take me away. Can you give me a boat?

Tree: All I have left is a trunk. Cut down my trunk and make a boat. Then you can sail away.

Narrator: The young man cut the trunk of the tree and sailed away in a boat. The tree was left only with a stump. And after a long time the young man came back
again. Now he was an old man but the tree recognized him.

Tree: I am sorry, friend, but I have nothing left to give you. My apples are gone.

Old man: My teeth are too weak for apples.

Tree: My branches are gone. You cannot swing on them.

Old man: I am too old to swing on branches.

Tree: My trunk is gone. You cannot climb.

Old man: I am too tired to climb.

Tree: (sighing) I am sorry. I wish that I could give you something... but I have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry...

Old man: Dear tree, you have always given. But now I don't need much—just a quiet place to sit and rest.

Tree: (happily) Well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting on. Come, friend, sit down and rest.


Narrator: The old man did. And the tree was still happy.


                                                                                      By Shel Silverstein
                                                                                          

Monday, March 31, 2014

HIAWATHA- Enjoy this poem



Hiawatha was a young Red Indian boy. He lived with his old grandmother, Nokomis, in a wigwam.

        Nokomis taught Hiawatha about the wonders around them. She told him about the stars, the trees, the insects, the birds, the animals, and many other things.

         Hiawatha grew up to love them all. He could talk to the birds and the animals, and they to turn.

"Then the little Hiawatha
Learned of every bird Its language,
Learned their names and all their secrets,
How they built their nests in Summer,
Where they hid themselves in Winter,
Talked with them whenever he met them,
Called them 'Hiawatha's chickens.'

 Of all beasts he learned the language,
Learned their names and all their secrets,
How the beavers built their lodges,
Where the squirrels hid their acorns,
How the reindeer ran so swiftly,
Why the rabbit was so timid,
Talked with them whenever he met them,

Called them ‘Hiawatha's Brothers'."

                                                                               H.W.Longfellow

Monday, March 24, 2014

THE SCHOLAR’S MOTHER TONGUE-An Akbar's story



A learned Pundit once visited the court of Akbar. He told the King and his courtiers that he had mastery over many different languages. 

The Pundit could speak many languages fluently. He was so fluent that no one could find out what his mother tongue was. He challenged everybody at the court to name his mother tongue. When everyone failed, the challenge was taken up by Birbal.

That night, Birbal went quietly to the Pundit's room when he was asleep. He whispered into the Pundit's ear and tickled it with a feather. The Pundit, half awake, cried out suddenly and shouted out words in his mother tongue.

Birbal came to the court the next day and told everyone that the Pundit's mother tongue was Telugu. The Pundit was surprised and accepted the truth.

King Akbar then asked Birbal. "How did you find the truth?"


Birbal answered. "In times of difficulty, a person speaks only in his mother
tongue." He also told the King how he had gone to the Pundit's room at night to find out the truth.