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The Ashes That Made Trees Bloom   I       I n the good old days of the daimios, there lived an old couple whose only pet was a little dog. Having no children, they loved it as though it were a baby. The old dame made it a cushion of blue crape, and at mealtime Make – for that was its name – would sit on it as snug as any cat. The kind people fed the pet with tidbits of fish from their own chopsticks, and all the boiled rice it wanted. Thus treated, the dumb creature loved its protectors like a being with a soul. The old man, being a farmer, went daily with hoe or spade into the fields, working hard from morning until O Tent Same (as the sun is called) had gone down behind the hills. Every day the dog followed him to work, never once harming the white heron that walked in the footsteps of the old man to pick up the worms. For the old fellow was patient and kind to everything that had life, and often turned up a sod on purpose to give food to the birds. One day...

GOLU GROWS A NOSE ·          There was a time when the elephant had on trunk. ·          Golu, a baby elephant with a bulgy nose, is full of questions. ·          He goes to the Limpopo River to find out more about the crocodile’s eating habits. Long, long ago the elephant had no trunk. He had only a bulgy nose, as big as a boot. He could wiggle it from side to side, but couldn’t pick up thing with it.   There was a baby elephant called Golu. He, too, had on trunk but only a bulgy nose, as small as a small boot. Golu was full of questions. He asked his tall aunt, the ostrich, “Why don’t you ever fly like other birds?” Then he asked his tall uncle, the giraffe, “What makes your skin so spotty?” He asked his uncle, the hippopotamus, “Why are your eyes always so red?” He asked his hairy uncle, the baboon, “Why do melons taste like melons?” The ostrich, the ...

                    QUALITY QULITY           I  knew him from the days of my extreme me youth, because he made my father’s boots. He lived with his elder brother in his shop, which was in a small by-street in a fashionable part of London. The shop had a certain quiet distinction. There was no sign upon it other than the name of Gassler Brothers; and in the window a few pairs of boots. He made only what was ordered, and what he made never failed to fit. To make boots----such boots as he made ---seemed to me then, and still seems to me, mysterious and wonderful. I remember well my shy remarks, one day, while stretching out to him my youthful foot. “Isn’t it awfully hard to do, Mr. Gassler?’’ And his answer, given with a sudden smile from out of the redness of his beard: “Id is an art!”   It was not possible to go to him very often his boots lasted terribly, having something beyond the ...

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,...