tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77848020181837903542012-01-13T04:51:20.667+05:30stories, plays, rhymes and other things for children and childlike adultsPEOPLE, PLACES, VOICES, FACES...http://www.blogger.com/profile/09915043555307038876noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7784802018183790354.post-62442857892371595872012-01-10T20:00:00.000+05:302012-01-07T12:29:57.192+05:30

Bogs, Fens, Quagmires, Marshlands and Swamps, Wilds that make your heart beat in THUMPS! They’re dark and mysterious places, Get lost here—there’ll be no traces! There is no place on earth that’s stranger; In every nook, there lurks a danger. Toads, newts, owls, crocodiles and snakes, Hungry insects in all shapes, colours and makes Call these lowland sloughs their home. In some mangroves

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In today’s digital world, people are fast breaking their relationships with books and building new ones with other, more technologically advanced media such as the television, movies, the internet and the like. Every day, with new leaps in innovative methods of communication, people leave books further behind. This trend is very disturbing. While books retain their importance in some fields,

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Guru Gharial sits on a muddy bank all day, his eyes three-quarters closed, unmoving, like a dirty, mossy, slimy rock. You wouldn’t even notice him unless you looked very carefully. He really blends into the marshy, dark green and brown landscape. And if you did notice him, you’d think he was a lazy critter, sleeping and sunning himself, barely moving all day. You’d be wrong, of course! Guru

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Have you thought about the leaves How they hang from trees in sheaves Light, dark, thick, thin, big and small Smooth, rough, blunt, sharp, short and tall. See them rustling in the breeze See them dressing up the trees! Some we chop and cook and eat Some add flavour to our meat. Some we dry, curl, boil and drink Sometimes black, sometimes with milk. Some are good for our sore throats Some

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Here's one more Guru Nanak story Biji (my grandmother) told us at night as we cuddled close to her in her bed. As I write this story now, I can almost feel the soft folds of the much-washed "dhoti" she wore since she became a Gandhian.  On one of his journeys, Guru Nanak came to Haridwar, a picturesquue place of pilgrimage for Hindus, high in the Himalayan hills. The holy river Ganga flows

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How many of these famous tigers do you know? A few of them are real and the others belong to the world of books, cartoons and movies. CHAMPAWAT was a man-eater tigress who killed 437 people in Northern India before she herself was hunted and killed by the famous hunter, Jim Corbett in 1907. KITTY, the cartoon sabre tooth tiger is the Rubble family pet in The Flintstones! RAJAH is Jasmine’s

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Rahul was playing with his ball At the Bus Stand The ball rolled out of his hand And rolled into the mall Rahul ran after his ball But it was out of reach It rolled up the beach And into the Town Hall It rolled up the clock tower It rolled into the bell Where it went after that Nobody could tell!

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Jungle animals, both big and small, were gathered around King Sher Khan’s lair waiting anxiously for news of the royal birth. Suddenly, they heard a mewing cry, followed by a triumphant roar. The animals began to whisper excitedly outside the King’s lair. Half hidden, in a corner, the tiger stood alone. In a few minutes, the proud father came out of his lair holding his little prince up for all

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Guru Nanak Dev (1469-1539) was the founder of Sikhism and the first of 10 Sikh gurus. Sikhism is a religion that was born out of the need to reform an increasingly hardening Hinduism in the face of Mughal Rule in 15th and 16th century India. Guru Nanak is said to have taken 4 major journeys in his lifetime. During each journey, Guru Nanak gathered followers with his unique style of down-to-earth

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Meet Asterix, my beautiful and feisty pocket dynamite. He's a tri-colored Jack Russell Terrier and he can keep the entire family entertained for hours with his antics.I took this video of his first kill! I know you'll enjoy it.

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Author: Antoine De Saint-Exupéry(First published as Le Petit Prince and simultaneously in English translation:Reynal & Hitchcock: 1943)An aviator crashes his plane and lands in a desert in Africa. Here, suddenly, he steps directly under a star and has a chance meeting with a child-like alien who has golden hair, an infectious laugh and the habit of asking countless questions but not answering

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A couple of years ago, my daughter's school had special assemblies in early December and junior and middle school classes were asked to perform short christmas plays of 5 minutes duration or so. I wrote this for her class. It was chosen as the one both teachers and children liked the most!I'm told kids christmas plays are in demand this season. If you are in need of one, please feel free to

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The Rainbow GirlHere's a story about the Rainbow GirlOn her head she has a violet curl.Her eyes are bright and indigoOn her neck she wears a big, blue bowHer pretty dress is as green as grassWith gleaming yellow flowers of brassHer socks and shoes are orange and redWhen the sun sets she goes to bed.The Rainbow Girl's name is VIBGYORAll the world's colors are in her storeShe takes them out, one by

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Earth Hour 2010 is here. The date is 27th March and the time 8.30 to 9.30 pm wherever you are.Last year I was in the Andaman Islands and I remember how pleasant it was sitting in the verandah of our bungalow in the stiff sea -breeze, chatting as a family with all the lights off. I read last year that we saved 1200MW of electricity in citites across India in 2009.This year, I'm home and we plan to

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Weather and climate are kind of the same thing, only different.You know how a butterfly lives an entire life in much less time than a dog does and a dog lives from being a puppy to being old in much less time than humans do and humans are born, grow and die much quicker than trees do.Weather changes can be felt from day to day, month to month, season to season. Illustration from: http://

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Put your hand out of your window or take a walk outside.How do you feel on your skin--hot or cold? Is it dry or humid? Does that cloud make you sweat? Does the sun feel good or does it feel too hot? Is it windy today?Weather is the way the air outside feels to us—hot or cold, dry or humid, sultry or cool, cloudy or sunny. Thunder, lightning, storms, rain, snow, ice, hail—these are all

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Sadhu Jeevandas, we all agreed,Was an ascetic beyond compare—He sat under that Banyan treeHis face showed no careHe owned nothing, he was totally freeDay and night, rain or shineHot or cold, whatever the degreeYou’d never see him sulk or whineOne night a rat began to gnaw and nibbleAt his loin-cloth—his only possessionThe Sadhu’s mind showed signs of troubleThe rat disturbed his meditation The

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Hamish, the Scottish highland bullNever ever thought his tummy was fullThey fed him mountains of hayEveryday-Yet he'd sayIn his bellowing way"I could eat a horse today!I'm so hungryI feel so emptyAll I get is ve-ge-tarian Grass and weeds--a terrible ration!I should have no hesitationIn filling myself with some man-meat!Ifyou can eatMe, and use my parts for glueTell me, why shouldn't I eat you?"

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On December 22, 2009Ranee Bua smiled all dayThe weather was fine—dry and cool and filled with sunshineA sure signThat something special was coming her way!That afternoon at AmausiDadi and Veera got on a planeThe seat was cushyThe flight was busyVeera was dizzyIt was 3 hours before they could get down again.The flight was early; the luggage collectedBut where was Sanjib Papa?Veera and Dadi waited

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Can you believe that chaotic, crowded Calcutta is home to 200 species of birds? But we need to fight to keep it that way. Here is the remarkable story of The Calcutta Wetlands Calcutta has had more than 300 years of haphazard, unplanned, chaotic growth. Its population has exploded beyond its infrastructure. It is a city bursting at its ageing seams. Yet it is still a city vibrant with animal and

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Wetlands are pieces of land that are filled with water for at least part of the year. Marshes are wetlands that show the beginnings of aquatic vegetation such as grasses, sedges and rushes.Swamps are wetlands dominated by wooded vegetationPeatlands are wetlands characterised by an accumulation of peatBogs are wetlands that depend on rain or snow for their moisture. They are usually mossy and

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They are beautiful, natural open spaces. If all the wetlands of the world performed no function other than look good, that would be enough reason for us to preserve and protect them. As we urbanise the world with steel and concrete, any patch of blue and green where we can go to relax, boat, fish, picnic, walk, bird-watch or just sit quietly and observe Nature’s splendour ought to be saved for

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Bogs, Fens, Quagmires, Marshlands and Swamps,Wilds that make your heart beat in THUMPS!They’re dark and mysterious places,Get lost here—there’ll be no traces!There is no place on earth that’s stranger,In every nook, there lurks a danger.Toads, newts, owls, crocodiles and snakes,Hungry insects in all shapes, colours and makesCall these lowland sloughs their home.In some marshes TIGERS roam!Reeds,

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A view of the Calcutta wetlandsWetlands are low-lying areas that get filled with water due to various reasons. The amount of water in them varies with their type, their location, the weather and the time of year. There are many kinds of wetlands in the world—some are dark and dangerous--like bogs—and some, like the marshes, billabongs and estuarine wetlands, are green and serene places filled

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Think of Earth like a living entity—a giant body with vital organs that make it perform and pulsate with life. Like the millions of mites, bacteria and other micro-organisms that live within our own bodies, we and all the other living beings are sustained by the body of planet Earth. It doesn’t take a genius to understand that if Earth’s organs malfunction, or if our planet is unhealthy, we are

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If you take an object just 1000 feet under the sea, water pressure will squeeze and compact it to about half its original size!Mount Everest is not the highest mountain in the world by any means. There are many mountains on the ocean floor that are much higher! In fact, some trenches are deeper than the height of Mount Everest!Volcanoes often erupt on the ocean floor and build mountains. When

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When Rubik, Ziggy, Niti and Sumit reached the rock on the beach on the third evening, Kakra Kaka was already there. “You’re late,” he growled when he saw them. “ D’you think I have nothing better to do than wait for you?” “Kakra Kaka,” giggled Ziggy, “under that crustry shell, you’re quite a softy, aren’t you?”“I have a question for you,” said Kakra Kaka, ignoring Ziggy’s joke. “If you could see

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Rubik, Ziggy, Sumit and Neeti went to the beach for their summer holidays. It was very hot, but there was always a wonderful breeze rustling through the palm trees. And rolling in and out, ever moving, ever changing, there was the sea! The four friends spent most of their holiday on the beach, playing with a big beach ball, hunting for shells or making tall sandcastles. When it got very hot, they

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“When the wind touches the surface of the sea, it causes ripples. When the wind continues to push the ripples forward, and gravity pulls them down, they turn into waves and swells. And the waves keep moving for miles and miles in an ocean until they find a shore and break against it.When a wave reaches shallow water, its bottom hits the ground and slows down. But its top keeps going on at the

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“Twice a day, sea water rises slowly and covers part of land, then falls back. High tide is when the water covers the most land. Low tide is when it covers the least amount of land.The earth’s gravity keeps the water of the oceans stuck to the earth. And the moon’s weaker gravity pulls the water towards it as it passes over the oceans. When the moon passes over land, a bulge of water follows it

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If you've read my Litter Bugs, you know already that I think children, however young and especially in cities, need to be taught the consequences of littering. We live in a very crowded country and the debris we create must be safely discarded. Human beings create a lot of waste. If we are not responsible with it, we run the risk of slowly suffocating our planet to an inevitable death.I wrote

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I just had to share this Australian creation that a friend sent to me via e-mail. You need to turn up your sound and click here. Enjoy the ride!

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This post has been published by me on the occasion of the Teachers' Day as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 2; the second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.Since this is my blog for young people, I thought I'd present the topic from a teenager's point of view!“Teachers are human.” It goes against

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We see the flowers and appreciate them. We see the trees and give them names. But we take the leaves completely for granted.Today, let’s pay some attention to the lowly leaf. Let us go to a garden or a park and pick up all the different kinds of leaves we can see. Remember, we will not pluck them from the trees or plants. We will just pick up the ones that have already fallen.Let us concentrate

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Time for another Inzi-Winzi story...COPYRIGHT: Ranee Kaur BanerjeeCHAPTER 1: WINZI IS HAPPYHis eyes half-closed, Winzi floated dreamily through a sunbeam on his white fluffy feather. The shy little Inzi was happier than he had ever been. He had never enjoyed the rough, naughty games like off-with-your-head and nose-trip that the other Inzis loved to play all day. A while ago, his best friend

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All National Anthems connect citizens of a country and fill them with pride and respect for the country in which they were born. Ours does the same thing, but given that Independence came to us just 62 years ago, the National Anthem still has, perhaps, greater emotional impact on us. After all, this was something our grandparents struggled to win the right to sing in honour of a motherland they

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I wrote this poem for an elocution contest (The Yule Elocution Contest 2009) my daughter took part in a few months ago. I was so proud of her when she won 2nd prize competing against participants from 61 schools!The theme of the elocution contest was Global Warming.Earth was hotSteaming through cracksCaked and dry.Thirsty peopleLooked hungrily at the skyPraying for rains that never cameChildren

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Everybody collects sea shells on the beach. Aren’t they beautiful? Have you seen how many different sizes, shapes and designs they come in? Do you know that these shells belonged animals who have died or those who have over-grown and abandoned them? If you put a large shell against your ear, you’ll hear a gushing sound. My mother used to say it was the sound of the sea talking to me. I have

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The white tiger is probably the greatest attraction at zoos all over the world. I’m sure you’ve seen one—a creamy white tiger with coffee coloured stripes, a pink nose and blue eyes.But in the wild, white tigers are extremely rare. Did you know that only Bengal tigers have a white variation? Which means that all white tigers are Bengal tigers. And it is only when two normal, orange Bengal tigers

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Have you all read William Blake’s poem about the tiger? It starts with“Tyger, Tyger burning brightIn the forests of the night..” If you haven’t read it yet, ask your teachers or parents to get you a copy of the poem and perhaps even explain it to you. It really describes the awe-inspiring, scary, beautiful tiger very well.Of course, you must remember that were never any tigers in the United

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Minkie Monkey lives with her family in a nest on a tree deep in the jungle. She is the biggest gossip in the whole forest. In fact, she is a big chatterbox. She chatters all the time—to the deer and the squirrel and the rabbits and the birds—and she knows all there is to know about everything in the jungle.All the small animals like Minkie Monkey, but the tiger hates her! You know why? From her

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The tiger is big and black and yellowHe is such a dangerous fellowIf you see him, don’t think—just run!Or your life won’t by any fun.And while it’s true all tigers have stripes,There are tigers of many typesSiberian, Sumatran, two Chinese types[1] and BengalThat’s five, but don’t stop yet, that’s not quite all—There used to be three more in the denThe Javan, the Balinese and the CaspianYou won’t

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I made up Inzi-Winzi for my children's bedtime stories when they were much younger. It was my way of telling them to be comfortable with who they were. Now that they're into the peer-pressure years, I hope the subliminal messages of all the Inzi-Winzi bedtime stories work their magic and give them a degree of immunity!Inzi-Winzi became quite a favourite for my kids and then for their friends and

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COPYRIGHT: Ranee Kaur BanerjeeCHAPTER 1: ABOUT INZISBefore I tell you about Winzi, I have to tell you about the Inzis. I’m not at all surprised that you don’t know about them. They are everywhere, though, and they know all about you!Inzis are small. In fact, they are very tiny. Actually, they are extremely, totally, absolutely, completely, utterly minute! I’m sure you’ve seen them, but since you

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I wrote Litter Bugs several years back and it has been performed countless times in several Calcutta schools. The play has also been showcased by amateur theatre groups and a few NGOs (including Calcutta Foundation for its Earth Day celebrations. Other groups that help raise environmental awareness among young children with workshops during vacations have also, over the years, sought my

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LITTER BUGS(A short musical play in two Acts)byRanee Kaur BanerjeeCAST (in order of appearance)SunGrass 1Grass 2Flower 1Flower 2TreeRanaRinkiKali the goatShamudadaDustbinAct I Scene 1: A Beautiful Day at the ParkCast: Sun, Grass 1, Grass2, Flower, Tree, Dustbin, Rana, RinkiDark stage. After a moment, a cock’s crow is heard.“Cock-a-doodle-doo…”Light begins to fade in very slowly.“Cock-a-doodle-doo

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In the little free time that I get, especially after those short winter days when I get home and it is nice and cool, I like to sit in front of the television and knit little amigurumi toys.I must admit that I am addicted to creating them. Now, in the yucky, muggy, soggy, sticky Calcutta heat, I cannot even bear the thought of touching wool. Yet, some evenings, I find myself wanting to go

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The mango tree was at the bottom of Nani’s garden right next to the low wall that separated our bungalow from the house next door. Nani said that when the bungalow was being built my mom was very small. Nani used to take her to the construction site when she went to see what the builders were doing. One day, my mom sat on a stool near the wall and sucked on a mango Indian style while Nani was

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THE INCIDENT happened the day after my stupid kid brother had shot the tails off every lizard in Giridih with his new suction gun. He had great fun watching the tails dancing on their own and he hopped and jumped all over Nani’s verandah with the tails until they got tired and stopped.That night, Nani told him a sad and scary story about all the lizards sobbing inconsolably and mourning their

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For the MHS Lotus N0-longer-buds-but-BLOOMS-about-to-WITHER--you know who you are! You've inspired me to go back. Have fun reading this! I'll wait for the comments and riposts. Here goes:My first day at MHS, in Class Three--Three tall "big-girls" laughed at me.Bewildered and bullied, I cried like a baby.Mrs Langrana, we heard, and we were all heart-broken.Class Four was the year we began writing

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