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EDUCATION SECTION I   How read the lesson and see if your views match with the outhar's. First why do we need education ? What is its purpose ? Education as commonly understood by people means acquiring cetaceans knowledge and skills in order to earn their living. But that is only one purpose of education YOu may ask why ? This are endowed with emotions and feelings enrich their life. These emotions and feelings need to be developed so that they can develop into social beings, able to interact with fellow beings who are also members of that society of which they are a part. The process of socialization starts right from childhood and it is the purpose of education to facilitate this socialization and produce reponsible and committed citizens who would be able to contribute to the progress of the community. society and the country at large. A contry with such citizens becomes a great- nation, well able to hold its head high in the community of nations. It is thus ...

INDIA-HER PAST AND FUTURE   Do thoughts about India fill Nehru's ? Tead the speech to find out his thoughts about India's past, present and future. SECTION I   To endeavour to understand and describe the India of today would be the task of a brave man. To describe tomorrow's India would verge on rashness. What is India ? That is a question which has come back again and again and to my mind. The early beginings of our history filled me with wonder. It was the past of a virile and vigorous race with a questioning spirit and an urge for free inquiry, and even in its earliest known period giving evidence of a mature and tolerant civilization. Accepting life and its joys and burdens, it was ever searching for the ultimate and the universal. Gradually deterioration set in. Thought lost its freshness and became stale and the vitality and exuberance of youth gave place ot crabbed age. Instead of spirit of adventure there came lifeless routine and the broad a...

FATHER, DEAR FATHER A young boy writes a letter in reply ito the one he has received from his father. Let us see what he has to say. SECTION I Dear Papa. This is iin answer to your letter about my transgression, Yes, my first rank, slipped to the Secound. You advise that I should think before answering the papers. Yes, the operating word 'think' did make me Reflect and these are the exultant of those reflections. Father, we've never really been close and I can't rightly say you've been my friend, philosopher, guide, etc. Yet I would like you to be aware of my thoughts. They are very important to me. You are highly educated and you provide very well for the family. But in your departmental store, do you apply Pythagoras 'Theorem or Newton's Law of Gravity ? For that matter, does your doctor friend ? Or your lawyer brother ? Papa, my grandfather speaks to of a carefree and Heautiful childhood. Of days spent in planking mangoes and gua...

THE TIGER IN THE TUNNEL    T he night is dark and silent. A young boy and his father are alone in a hut in the middle of the jungle. Soon the father leaves his son alone and goes out into the jungle. Where does he go an d why ? SECTION I    Tembu, hte boy, opened his  eyes in the dark and wondered if his father was neady to leave the but on his nightly errand. There was no moon that night, and the deathly stillness of the surrounding jungle was broken only occasionally by the shrill cry of a cicada. Sometimes from far off came the hollow hammering of a woodpecker, carried along on the faint breeze. Or the grunt of a wild boar could be heard as he dug up a favourite root. But these sounds were rare, and the silence of hte forest always returned to swallow them up. Baldeo, the watchman, was awake. He stretched himself slowly unwinding the heavy shawl that covered him. It was close on midnight and the chill air made him shiver. The station,...

MY SON WILL NOT A BEGGAR BE    (What things does a normal child like to see ? Was ved's childhood different from that of other children ?)     In India as elsewhere enery girl or boy has fond and warm memories of his childhood, from the day he begins to talk to his mother and father. Invariably a child learns and recognizes the faces of his mother and father, of sesters and brothers who play with  him, or the servants who prepare his meals or watch him play in a nursery full of toys. He must also remember the rich colours of the butterflies and birds which children enerywhere always love to watch. But when I was three and a half, all these memories were wxpunged, and with the prolonged sickness (meningitis I started living in a world of four sense - that is , a world in which colours and faces and light and darkness are unkonwn. If my age and the sickness deprived my of the treasured memories of sight, they also reduced things which are v...

 . IN THE NAME OF A WISH SISTER      My dear sister, I love you very much because you are the best sister in this world who tries to bring happines in this whole world is something that no one is destined to soon Is found.     So do you know if there is anything else for me or you tomorrow, but whatever happens, you are supporthing me today as much as you used to, And In this world, every brother should have a sister just like you because you are the most wonderful and I am writing this little story for you from my heart. I want to say again, "You are my best sister"    Do not know whether they will come back or not on their childhood days, so this day is the only support that we have right now, full of full evergy, so a small request is to be happy and keep everyone happy.   forever remeber. "A little story named often my dear sister" -HIMANSHU KUMAR             ...

A CASE OF SUSPICION ( A country doctor sets out to help a patient in the middle of a windy night. Whom does he meet on the way ? And, what does he learn ? Let's read and find out.)   He threw back the covers and sat up on his bed, his feet feeling along the cold floor for his house slippers, the telephone ringing insistently, a little distance away. He turned on the light and walked to the phine, and took down the receiver. "This Doctor Benson," he said. The November wind was bringing sounds of winter as it blew around the little white house. The doctor got into his clothes. He went to the table and stared a moment at his watch, his spirit complaint at the horrible hour and he wondered why children had to be boun at such improper times. He took up two smail handbags, the short pill bag, as the people of the town know it, and the long obstetrical case, the haby bag they called it.    Doctor Benson stopped a moment to light and, then put the pack of cigar...