Monday, June 7, 2010

hi guys,
I heard a story from my math teacher.I just want to share it with y'all.So here it is.

An old man who worked very hard in his young age had a son.The son was kept in prison because he was in a bad company of people and did bad things.After some days the old man sent a letter saying to his son-

Son, I am getting very old .I am not able to earn any money for my livelihood, I am not able to do any work without somebody's support.I am ashamed of this because when I was young used do everything individually.Please do something to get me out of this thing.

To which the son replied-

Father I am very unhappy and sorry for you. But do cannot do anything from here to help you.But I preserved so many guns in our backyard dig the backyard and sell the guns father.
This will help you till I come.


When the guard of the prison saw the letter and said it to the head.So,the policemen went to the old man's house gave the letter and the started digging the backyard.They digged the whole backyard but couldn't get the guns.the old man wrote a letter to is son again -


Son today because of you the police came to our house this is not be happen.The fame I have in the village is all gone.

To which the son replied-

Father there is a reason behind what I did.As the backyard is been dug you can grow fruits and vegetables in the back yard.



SO FRIENDS WHAT DO YOU THINK TH MORAL IS-

WHERE THERE IS A WILL THERE IS A WAY.


IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER MORAL FOR THIS STORY PLEASE WRITE THAT IN THE COMMENTS.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

HI GUYZZZZZZZZZ,

Here is the review of the book DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL by Anne Frank.

Just as the Nazis occupied Holland in 1942,a Jewish family with thirteen year old girl fled home to go into hiding and succeeded in eluding the dreaded Gespato for two years.

The girl,Anne Frank,wrote her diary till the family were betrayed and caught.While Anne Frank,her mother and her sister evevtually perished in captivity- in concentration camp at Bergen-Belsen - her beloved father Otto Frank survived the Holocaust.

This book describes her life and her feelings about her life friends and family.The diary was best friend, but eventually she lost her diary while escaping from the Gespatos.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

books

Books are the best friends of ones life.They give you knowledge, improve your vocabulry,and most of all thy are a good companion for spending time with. Many people do read books, but they point out the type of books they like,like comics,novels,adventours and so on.

Books are of different type I agree with it,but if you really like books you will like all types of books.I am not saying that you should like all the types of books,I also don't like comic,but some times I would love to read them just because I like all the kinds of book but some pecifically I love them.
When you see smal kids they dont like to read books but they love to listen to them.You may not like to listen or read but I'm sure some where in your heart you feel eicted about the story.

Do you all want to know a knew story,its upto you whether you want to listen or read all by your own.

THE MILLER,HIS SON AND THEIR
A miller and his son were driving their ass to the nearby market to sell the goods. They had not gone far when they met a group of women rounded aroud a well, talking and laughing." Look their cried one of the fellows,"did you ever see suh fellows walking along the road whn they can ride. The ol man hearing this , quikly made his son mount the ass, and continued to walk merrily along his side.Presently they came to a group of old men in earnest debte."There said one of them,"It proves what I was saying.What respect is shown to old age thes days.Did you see the young lad riding while his old father walking?Get down you stupid.You are making your father walk and you are happily riding on the ass." Hearing this the old man made his son get down the ass and he climbed up on it.After procceding a small distance, they met a group of young men and women.They all started yelling at the old man that he made the poor man walk an he is riding on the ass merrily. The old man, his son and the ass were almost to enter the town when a man met them and asked the old man ,"Is that ass your own?",
"Yes", replied the old man."O one would not have thought",started the other,"by the way you load him.how can you load the poor beast with that much of load and with your weight the load becomes heaftier." The donkey hearing this ran to the lake nearby and jumped in it thinking that the old man will put more load on his back .
Upon this the old man ,vexed and ashamed made his waay back home again conveinced that by endeavouring to please everybody he has not plesed anybody, and lost his ass in bargain.