Thursday 

 9:00 pm

  सुख आते हैं , दुःख आते हैं

   इन आते  जाते सुख दुःख में हम मस्त रहते हैं

   हम मस्त रहते हैं 

   गाते गाते फकीरा कह जाता 

   कोइ पैदा हुआ तो कोई मर जाता 

   इस जनम मरण के खेल में 

   हम मस्त रहते हैं

                                              कभी मान मिला जी भर भर के

                                              कभी  अपमान हुआ जी भर भर के

                                               इस मान अपमान के खेल मे

                                                हम मस्त रहते हैं

 गुरु ज्ञान पिटारा खोला है

 ये जग सारा इक मेला है 

 छन छन बदलते सुख दुःख में

  मस्त रहते हैं

   हम मस्त रहते हैं    

                                        यही तो जीना भई जीना है                                       विष छोड़ दिया अमृत पीना है

                                        हम अमृत पीते रहते हैं और मस्त रहते हैं

                                         हम मस्त रहते हैं

 सुख आते हैं, दुःख आते हैं  

  इन आते जाते सुख दुःख में हम 

   मस्त रहते हैं

   हम मस्त रहते हैं                     

My Friend Simran...

 Thursday
 8:00 pm

I study in 5th class. My best friend in school is Simran. She is a very intelligent and sincere girl. She never quarrels with anyone. She loves all other class fellows. She always tries to guide each student regarding any confusion in studies properly. She never discourages any weak student and also does not make joke of him/her. We often sit together calmly for studies and also play together in the company of other well-natured class fellows. She regards her teachers, senior students and parents of every classmate with respect. Her company for me is a blessing of God. May she live long...!

 Thursday

 8:00pm

पर्वत झरना नदी नहर 

जीवन जाता यहीं ठहर

                                 कभी तितलियों के संग उड़ना 

                                 बुलबुल जैसे गाना

                                 कभी फुदकती गोरैया से

                                घुल मिलकर बतियाना 

                                लग जाते पैरों में पर

                                ये पल जाते यहीं ठहर

कभी पतंग लूटने को

हुड्दंगी  दौड़ लगाना

आंधी में  लुक छिपकर 
बगिया से आम चुराना 

मगर लक्कड़हारे का डर

भरमाते क्षण यहीं ठहर

How I Help My Mother at Home...

Wednesday
9:00 pm 

My mother is a very busy person. She spends a lot of time in the kitchen preparing something or the other for us.She looks after the entire house work. She also tends the garden in the front lawn of the house. She cooks even for our friends,relatives and guests who visit our house. She helps us in studies and meets all our needs. I feel that I must help my mother in house work. Whenever we have guests, I help her in entire house work. I make it a point to be with her in the kitchen and give her a helping hand. I help her to serve the guests. Later when the guests have gone, I help her to put things back in order.

How did I spend the festival of raksha bandhan?

Sunday
10:00 PM

Raksha Bandhan is a festival being celebrated  by the sisters in the honor of their brothers. It has a historical value of its own. Sisters pray for the long, prosperous and peaceful life of their brothers. First of all I got ready for the day. Then I tied rakhi on my brother's wrist and also I put some sweets in his mouth and prayed to god for his happiness and life. Reciprocally my brother gave me sufficient rupees and a valuable gift. I thanked my brother and I enjoyed a lot by celebrating this festival in such a humorous and pleasant way. May God bless every one with such joyful occasions in their lives. Such festivals also create a good and happy bond between brother and sister. Since a brother does not only give gifts to his sister but also takes a pledge for  her protection  from the bad elements and all her grievances. This is really a blessing of God that such a golden day comes in one's life.

How I celebrate my birthday...!!!

WEDNESDAY 

10.00 PM

I often get dreams that my parents have arranged a party on my birthday. The whole house was decorated. The party was held at my house. The party began at 6 p.m. A big cake was placed on a table. All my friends stood around the table. I cut the cake with knife. My friends and parents wished me 'Happy Birthday'. There were many things to eat. There was a programme of singing and dancing also. The party was over at 8 p.m. My friends wished me happy birthday once again. They also gave me beautiful gifts. My mother also gave them return gifts. For sometime I also played with my friends. Then my friends went home. I enjoyed a lot on my birthday. 

But sadly this was only a dream...

A Lesson for mamma (from my english reader)

Tuesday
10.00


 Dear Mamma,if you just could be
A tiny little girl like me,
And I your Mamma, you would see
            How nice I'd be to you.
I'd always let you have your way;
I'd never frown at you and say,
             'You are behaving ill today,
              Such conduct will not do.'
                                              I'd always give you jelly cake
                                              For breakfast, and I'd never shake
                                             My head, and say,'You must not take
                                             So very large a slice
                                      I'd never say, 'My dear, I trust
                                     You will not make me say you must
                                     Eat up your oatmeal'; or, 'The crust
                                               You 'll find, is very nice.'
I'd buy you candy every day;
I'd go downtown with you, and say,
'What would my darling like? You may
           Have anything you see.'
I'd never say, 'My pet,you know 
'Tis bad for health and teeth, and so
I cannot let you have it. No_
          It would be wrong in me.'
                      And every day I'd let you wear
                      Your nicest dress,and never care
                       If it should get a big tear;
                                  I'd only say to you,
                        'My precious treasure,never mind,
                        For little clothes will tear,I find.'
                        Now, Mamma, wouldn't that be kind?
                                  That's just what I would do.
I'd never say, 'Well,just a few!'
I'd let you stop your lessons, too;
I'd say, 'They are too hard for you,
                 Poor child, to understand.'
I'd put the books and slates away;
You shouldn't do a thing but play,
And have a party every day.
            Ah-h-h! Wouldn't that be grand!
                   But Mamma dear,you cannot grow
                  Into a little girl, you know,
                  And I can't be your Mamma; so
                                The only thing to do,
                   Is just for you to try and see
                   How very, very nice 't would be
                    For you to do all this for me.
                                 Now, mother, couldn't you?