Your Ambition in Life

              Different people have different ambitions in life. One wants to enter Parliament and make his mark as a Parliamentarian. Another wants to be elected as the President of the local Bar. And there is still another who wants to become an Ambassador and thus carry the message of his country to the farthest corner of the world. Every one of us has some ambition or other in his life. Life without ambition is a dull, soul-less affair.
              My ambition is a very humble one. I want to live and die as a social reformer. My country is steeped in ignorance, poverty and superstition. My countrymen are dwarfed by disease, famine and pestilence and life sunk in poverty. They have no pleasure in their lives. I shall give (hem education and teach them self-respect. I shall go from village to village and banish all darkness and ignorance front their midst. I shall try to better their social status and remove all superstitions from their midst. I shall teach them the laws of health, sanitation and hygiene and the value of corporate life. In this way I shall uplift them socially and intellectually and make their lives happy and cheerful.
              In order to realize this ambition in life, I shall embrace the profession of a “missionary’ and dedicate my life to Sarvodaya Samaj.
              My motto in life is service above self’. Let my whole life he spent in the service of suffering humanity. This is the noblest thing one can do in life and let me fulfill this noble mission in life
              I possess peace of mind and contentment, patience and fortitude and am inspired with love of service to humanity and a missionary zeal which will enable me to achieve the goal of my heart’s desire.

Keep your City Clean

Points: A nice adage – Everything is unclean everywhere – remedies suggested – conclusion. 

             ‘Cleanliness is next to godliness’ is a nice adage. We quote it when we write an essay. The leaders quote it when they rain platitudes from milk. The Health Department uses it on posters. But it is sooner uttered than forgotten.
             We talk of progress, and blame poverty for all evils. Poverty is no doubt responsible for the hovels and ugly slums, for the tatters worn by the beggars. But there is another poverty which we don’t discuss, the poverty of our outlook. We don’t see dirt, we don’t smell filth and we are not disturbed by the roadside garbage and the stinking footpaths. The parks, the bus-stops, the railway stations stare glaringly’ a us with their haphazard arrangements and stark disorders. Epidemics break out easily from such infected places.
             First we should make our city or living area clean before we can think of making it beautiful, too. The municipalities and panchayets must introduce definite measures to ensure clean road and clean house-fronts. In the western countries heavy fines are imposed if even the dry leaves of trees lie strewn on the ground before a house, and people are not allowed to burn anything emitting smoke. They use litter cans and litter boxes and never soil the road. 
They never put garbage’s except at a fixed place and always in cellophane bags which are promptly carried away. There is no reason why we cannot enforce such rules and encourage such practices.
             Without waiting for the Govt. to take steps, voluntary youth organizations should come forward and in every locality introduce a  weekly service called ‘Clean your own area’. It should develop into a movement involving men, women, specially youths. Let us live clean and make clean, let everybody keep his where about clean.

Scene Before Examination Hall

             ‘April is the cruelest month’. Though T.S. Eliot, the great English poet wrote it in philosophical vein but it is true for students too, most of whom have their exams in the month of March and April. So many thoughts pass through the minds of students with in a little time before the exam begins. A scene before the examination hail presents an interesting sight because we can witness various kinds of students in their various fluctuating moods. About half an hour before the exam, the students begin to arrive at the examination centre. Generally they are accompanied by their parents and relatives. The candidates exchange greetings with their friends. Many of the students still remain very busy with their hooks. Some of them discuss their problems loudly and in anxious moods. Very few of them are confident and look around quietly. 
             The first bell rings and the hustle-bustle gradually comes to a halt. The students leave their hooks outside and enter the examination hail. With the second hell, question papers are distributed. Perfect silence resides in the examination hail for three hours, except for one or the other student asking for supplementary sheets. 
             When the time is over, the noise begins once again. But now the strain of anxiety disappears, and instead a note of relief can be perceived amid the loud discussions and chattering of students.

My Favorite Leader

             Many great persons have influenced the world and changed the flow of line with their great thoughts and personality. My favorite great leader is Mahatma Gandhi. I worship him. He was a prince of truth and the emissary f peace. He had unflinching faith in non-violence.

             Born on 2nd Oct. 1869 be, from childhood tried to bring harmony thorough and action. His efforts to raise the Black’s Stoke against the oppressive rule of the whites in Africa are noteworthy and are still a source of inspiration to many African Readers. He developed he concept of n.v1olencc which was not only new but .also unique. Although a Hindus he believed in a religion which is the essence of all the religious beliefs i.e. Humanity. ‘All mankind Is one’, he opined. He believed in simplicity, truthfulness and strong will-power. Not only in freedom struggle but his contribution to evolving a new education system is also praiseworthy unfortunately, such personalities are often subject to great controversies and so was he. As a result of the communal tumult in the country during partition, he was shot dead on 30th Jan. 1948. 

             A leader, a philosopher, a writer and a teacher, yet a very simple and affectionate man—Gandhi’s  personality was so complex and multi-dimensional  that on his death Einstein remarked coming generations  would hardly believe  that such a man in flesh and blood ever lived on the earth.

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.