My Ambition in Life

Write a Paragraph on my ambition in life within the range of 200 and 250 words.
Use the following points to write the paragraph.
Points: What meant by ‘ambition—The particular goal or dream-Mental preparation for achieving it.

             As a student I have so many openings before mc. I cannot say that my mind has already been fixed upon a particular profession or job. I still have choice and am still to make my decision. By ‘ambition’ people often mean an urge to beat others1 in competition by any means. In that sense, I must confess, I have no ambition. I do not want to beat others, I want only to excel myself and better myself. If by ‘ambition’ one means not chasing success but some fix it of purpose. I have that. I look forward to that.
             What I call my ambition is still my dream. My ambition is to become a film director. I know I will have to do a lot of reading on the subject. I must have a deep knowledge of the techniques of film. Film is both an art and a craft; it is also an industry. I am already a member of our local Cine Club. Here I get an opportunity to see many Indian and foreign films. I love Satyajit Ray’s films but my taste is somewhat different. I think some Desica or Bergman touch can be given to Indian themes without altering their Indian character. If I get a chance, I shall seek admission to the Film Institute at Poone.
             Film is a new art form. Its scopes are great in a vast country like India. I do not know as yet what kind of films I will make. But I have the confidence that I shall be able to impress the spectators. My ambition is to direct one immoral film which people will remember one immortal Indian film.

My Hobby

Points: The subject of hobby — The hobby as a passion — The range of its interest.

             I love collecting stamps. You may call it my hobby. For I feel a passion for stamp collecting or philately. It was on one of my birthdays that a friend presented me a nice stamp album. That was the beginning of my interest in stamp-collecting.
             My stamp album is now a rich possession. It is the picture of a world in miniature. It includes countries like the USSR, USA, France, Germany, Holland, Spain, Italy, Japan, Sweden, Hungary, Poland, Nigeria, Bangladesh, Ethiopia and Pakistan. Some stamps commemorate men like Leonardo Da Vinci, Rabindranath, Gandhi, George Washington, Lenin and so on. Some great national and international events like the Olympic, the Asian Games are also illustrated in them. Some stamps are issued on occasions like man’s landing on the moon, the launching of Aryabhat, and so on. Some stamps are very colourful and bear the pictures of birds, beasts, mountains and lakes. They invite3 us to the most beautiful spots on earth—the Niagra Falls, the Tajmahal, the Grand Canyon, the Dal Lake, the Alps, the Ajanta Caves, Antarctica etc.
             It took me long years to collect all these stamps. I started with only a few familiar ones. From my father’s friends who received letters from abroad I add to my stock every month. Whenever possible, I read articles on stamps and collection. I am proud that my collection of stamps is now an envy of my friends.

A Cricket Match

Points: The occasion — The first half of the game — The second half — Victory won by the deserving learn.

             The one-day cricket match between Calcutta Eleven and Bombay Eleven was played in the Eden Gardens, It was Monday. I and my friends went to witness the match between the two teams. The Bombay team won the toss, but decided to field first.
             The opening pair came in. Bowling began from the High Court end. It was deadly bowling. The first over was maiden over. But in the second over one batsman was out. The Calcutta batsmen could not match the wiles of the Bombay bowlers. All of them were out for just 109 runs before lunch.
             After Lunch, the Bombay team began to bat. The batsmen executed fluent strokes. Calcutta Eleven’s howling was poor and fielding even worse. Bombay passed the Calcutta total with six wickets intact. For bowling Vyas deserved the highest praise. His performance was simply splendid. I felt a little sorry that Calcutta lost to Bombay. But all of us enjoyed the game very much.
             The ‘cuts’ and ‘drives’ of the Bombay batsmen were beautiful. I had a natural partiality—my weakness for the home team, But I must say that it was the better team that had won. Bombay showed better combination and strongest nerves. Cricket is, after all, a game of nerves. If nerves fail, the game is lost. Bombay was determined to win and it won.

The Examination Hall

Points:  The scene — The invigilators — The candidates.

             The examination hail has nothing common with the cinema or theatre hail except the space and rows of chairs. When the bell rang, the examinees were already in their seats, and when the question papers were distributed, there was some rustle of paper. But just now perfect silence is prevailing here. I brought an extra fountain pen in case I needed one. But I do not think I shall need it, for it is really difficult to write volumes in the English paper.
             So many young people have assembled in this hail, but there is no humming sound. Had it been the Common Room or Sports Ground, the scene would have been completely different. The invigilators are pacing up and down, and the hall is quiet. Every now and then someone or other is standing up drawing the attention of the invigilator. If one has to go out, one must take permission. A few candidates are wanting extra paper. I am sure their handwriting is unusually outsize.
Otherwise how could they consume so much paper already? When I look around, I find most of the candidates scribbling at a great speed.Some others are just trying to think out some points.
             As I am writing this, I am feeling funny. For I am just now writing about myself and my friends in this examination hall.

My School or College Magazine

Points: The time of its publication — Some of its contents — Reaction among students.

             For the first time our institution came out with its magazine last October. It was just before the Puja holidays. I am proud that I was its first editor.
             Our magazine was interesting from cover to cover. When I took it home, there was a scramble over it. Everybody wanted to read it first. Father was to read it last over his cup of tea. He said it was a treat. I wrote rather sentimental story about a lost dog. It was my first writing to appear in print. Robin of class IX wrote about the Azad Hind Fauz that had fought for freedom under Netaji’s flag. As the editor, I also wrote notes on the various events during the year. I specially mentioned our achievements in the zonal football match. In fact, every student felt proud of our fine magazine.
             Some of the boys would not care to write ordinarily. But they felt tempted to write just to see their names in print. Some wrote stories for the first time. And they were not bad. Teachers praised their efforts. They even discovered new talents in some of them. As the editor I, of course, took some credit for the success of the magazine.