If I Were A Millionaire Money is a vital factor and force in man’s life. Life without money has become difficult. Lack of money brings sorrows and miseries. Money is the only medium to purchase things. It is rightly said that money makes the mare...
If I Were The Principal Of A School Everybody has his future plans. He wants to become great and do something memorable. I see how standards of education are falling fast. Students have lost interest in studies. Indiscipline is growing day by day. Teachers do...
If I Were A Bird The world of realities is dull and boring. It gets on our nerves. We can find escape from it only through imagination. It is imagination which makes life tolerable. It transports us to the world of beauty and romance. What...
The Happiest Day of My Life Man’s life is a mixture of joy and sorrow. The moments of joy come very rarely in his life. Whenever there is an occasion of happiness, man forgets every other thing. Life looks like a sweet dream to him....
How I Spent My Summer Vacation A student works throughout the year. When he gets bored, he longs for holidays. He wants fun and gaiety. Summer vacation gives him the much needed relief. Some students go to visit their relatives during summer vacation. Others organise...
How I Spent My Last Sunday Sunday holds a great charm for everybody. It is a day of res merry-making. People wait for it eagerly. The routine of Sunday different from working days. All sleep late at night and get up la Sunday morning. There...
The Film I Liked Most Films are a cheap means of entertainment. They break the dullness of our daily life. They help us to forget the worries of life for a few hours. Whenever some new film comes, there is a heavy rush of the...
Tiger: Alec Derwent Hope At noon thepaper tigers roar — Miroslav Holub The paper tigers roar at noon; The sun is hot, the sun is high. They roar in chorus, not in tune, Their plaintive, savage hunting cry. O, when you hear them, stop your...
Death of the Bird: Alec Derwent Hope For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage to the summer station Love pricks the course in lights across the chart. Year after year a speck...
The Pleasure of Princes: Alec Derwent Hope What pleasures have great princes? These: to know Themselves reputed mad with pride or power; To speak few words — few words and short bring low This ancient house, that city with flame devour; To make old men,...
