The Future of English in India

          The British introduced their language in India arid made it the medium of instruction, But, even after the departure of the British, the language has taken its deep root into the Indian soil. It still retains its importance even today. It Is admitted by all that mother-tongue is the best medium of, instruction. But, higher education is possible only through the medium of English. Our other regional languages are not so developed. Hindi can never replace English. So. We cannot avoid English from the system of our education. For this, the study of English in schools of our country is gradually spreading. But. the language should be taught effectively in schools.

Your Village at Night

          If there is heaven on this earth, it is surely in my village. This is indeed true. My village becomes a wonderland as soon as evening descends on the earth. A cool breeze begins to blow then. The western sky becomes crimson. River Kunti takes a different hue. Birds begin to wing their way home. But, at midnight a complete silence reigns supreme. Little stars twinkle in the sky. Yet, complete darkness engulfs the four corners of the earth. Jackals howl. Dogs also bark. But, there are occasional drums at night. The silence of the village is suddenly broken by the shouts, ‘Thief, Thief. The scene is completely changed. Slowly the night draws to its close. Dawn approaches. Birds chirp. Struggle for existence of the villagers start again.

Town Life

          If God made the country, man made the town. At first, there were villages. But towns sprang up with the growth of population and rapid industrialization. They began to otter a handful of advantages and facilities for proper treatment, good education, art and culture, recreation and relaxation, trade and commerce etc. Job opportunities are also there. Even a poor finds his own way to live somehow. For all these reasons, people of these days prefer life in a modern town or city. Still, there are some dark aspects of a town life. A town is often crowded, congested, and potholed. Charms of the life seem to be lost in a busy Town-life.

The Necessity of Physical Fitness

          Good health is a treasure. Wealth is of little importance to a person of ill-health, because, he may have a soft bed, but he cannot enjoy sound sleep at night. On the other hand, a poor but healthy man is more happy. After his day’s hard work, he enjoys his food and sleep. Similarly, a scholar with a broken body comes to no use to the world. He cannot stand any physical or mental strain of any work. “A sound n.ind in a sound body” — goes the proverb. This is true. A balanced food, regular exercise, disciplined life, balanced diet etc. are helpful for keeping our body fit. Hence, we must be physically fit to use it for the welfare of mankind.

A Visit to A Hill Station

          My Annual Examination was over. So my father decided to visit Darjeeling for a change. We went to the New Jalpaiguri by the Darjeeling Mail. Then we got into the famous toy train, it moved on in a meandering course through the hills. Tea-gardens on both sides, beautiful scenery made us spell-bound. In Darjeeling. we visited the zoo, the Botanical Gardens, the Victoria Falls, the Museum, the Tiger Hill etc. The snow clad mountain peaks presented a picturesque view. Fine view of Kanchanjanga was really thrilling. The sun shone brightly and kissed the top of the peak. I could not feel how the days had glided by there. Yet, the memory of my visit to the queen of the hills is still fresh in my memory.

A Journey Down Memory Lane

          An unexpected holiday came to me on Friday last. The morning of that day kept me busy with my usual routine-work. But, I felt a sort of drowsiness at noon. Gradually, days of the past haunted my memory. Life was full of joy in my childhood. I was an object of care, and affection of all. My father loved me. My mother loved me too. My grandmother was affectionate to me. She used to tell me Stories of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. But the sad day in my life was the day on which I lost my father. I began to cry. But, the sudden call of my mother marked the end of the journey down the memory lane.

My Life at School

           I am a student of Hooghly Collegiate School. More than one thousand students read in this school. There are thirty classrooms. Quite flows the Ganga by the side of the school. There are thirty teachers who teach us carefully. They are also very sympathetic to us. I have many friends. Some of them are really cooperative. Our Headmaster is our guide. He thinks for the all-round development of the students. The general atmosphere of the school is calm and quiet. It is really suitable for exchanging our thoughts and feelings among ourselves. I like this healthy atmosphere of the school. But I dislike excessive pressure of home tasks upon the students in general. I am proud of being a student of this school.