Opening of a diary

In envisaging mood, I was leading the way below down-town where I saw a mass gathering around. With a little confound I saw an animal moving, and it was an elephant ; a real elephant which was seem  trying to escape, or else  it was a part of a circus. I went near the place parting my way to the front; was the moment where I could an elephant by near.

         From the crowd I came to know that the beast was really disconcerting so she was going to be killed. But it is not fare that an innocent animal to be harmed without any guilt.  That was not a monstrosity thing nor seemed as stupid creature or a issue of apprehension. The thing possibly could be the animal, leaving her way side escaping from the jungle and then people saw her. Cheering crowd was moving and it was like a scenario of a movie. Then there came a guy stood in front of the beast that really changed and increased the excitement among us. Yes he obviously was a bold soldier who showed his valour with courage. That was an instant I remembered me instead of that guy, fighting to the beast protecting people. He looked calm but nervous thinking of what possibly could be his next step.

The elephant looked imbecile in the huge mass trying to turn tail. The crowd grew denser and denser, moving and cheering like a girl, exciting and enjoying like a baby, waiting for the beast to fell down. Suddenly I heard a bullet hitting the bulldozer that made her angry rather than pain. All cheering crowd eyes were focused on her waiting her to die, waiting her to be killed. Then one after one three bullets penetrate her, probably at that time her agony can be imagined as fire bombs hitting on our body. It was very difficult for her to bear with such pain. With that bullets the elephant was made tired enough to get down. She was staggering with no sense. She was trying to lift straight but she was withered. She was focusing herself to get support from nearer things. She even bent down the metal and destroyed a mailbox and some furniture. Her every action, every contend to get away was worthless. A huge crowd of 2000 people were thrilled seeing the beast. I can hear them yelling and crying with such stimulation. What could possibly be the happy event? A beast was dying and people were enjoying. That shows the animal nature instead of humanity. I was feeling really sad for her. I was there standing and nothing else to do besides her watching die. She then finally fell down with a great agony remaining nothing left her to save her life. The officer hit another two bullets . I was flabbergasted seeing elephant surviving with bearing pain. Any creature possibly could die with five bullets striking straight piercing the body. She also then was trying to lift up. But she couldn't and she won’t stand any more. She finally closed her eyes. Her eyes probably seeking for help seeking to apologize were now in rest. She was crying up to her last breath. Now she is in tranquillity where no one could disturb her.

                                                The end

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sample commentary

 

       The writer purpose is to show the tenderness between mother and daughter. He uses the tone affectionate. The passage is narrative rather than descriptive. The audience could be chocolates lovers or foodies. Or for them who have loving relationship.

       In the text the writer uses past tenses as well as present tenses. Past represents about the dreadful dream as the narrator sees and present says about the happy moment, about joy that she always wants to be in present.  .dots in punctuation represents the omitted words that may give extra information which can be made sense by readers. The reiterate capital word DEATH is used for having attention among readers. Such letter is present to show the literal idea of the main information. Here in this case probably the text suggests about the dread nature that a mother sees in the dream.

      The narrator wakes up shrieking as that was a part of frightening dream. Then her daughter came with such innocence with unaware about the thing; smelling chocolates and vaneilla. A huge contrast is created between an awful dream and of peaceful untroubled sleep. ‘Chocolates’, ‘vaneilla’  ‘untroubled sleep’ are focused to have a certain sense in the textual reference. After the terrible dream narrator wants herself to be in the pleasant present, with her daughter, her family. The nightmare suggests a horror or possibly trauma shocking dream that no one wants to see.

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Remembering a childhood experience

Remembering a childhood experience

STUDY, STUDY, STUDY the only word used to wander in my mind. Far from my enjoyment, I was suffering carrying that load. That was of studies; a study at the time of a school, a reading at the time of an exam. That pressure I could still remember, that was in grade 9. At those days I was quite unfamiliar with the term reading and preparation and whatever. I was perplexed ‘bout the reading terms. Time and again I am still confounded with these perspectives.

  At the age of 14 in grade 9 the stress on my brain actually was killing me. I was feeling like a donkey, which born only to carry load. How to handle such a pressure? I was feeling hopeless, very unpleasant at that time but my dearer mother used to give consolation. My mother is so kind hearted women, without her I am totally a mess. My problem was related with the whole term study.

     At the time of my final terminal exam, I was feeling like an idiotic person who always get worried ‘bout study. I didn’t read at that time instead of it I only cared about examination. How to get good score? That was my only intension. My habit was to read only at the time of an exam. My teachers along with my parents always forced me to read, but who cares what this poor guy want.

That was another part that I wanted to an engineer. I always kept my vision, my ambition in front of me. I used to see them in my eyes. I think my problem was to dream rather than doing work. Although I was average in study but my ambition was much over than that. Not only did I dream ‘bout it I used to write my future plans also. Now I can realize my mistake, so by remembering that pleasure and happiness I think my level of study was decreasing. And now I can able to make balance between them.

THE END

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argentina- netherland

The second semi final match of FIFA world cup 2014 between Argentina and Netherlands was  more defensive rather attacking as the key players from both side failed to leave a mark on semi-final. The aspect that was highly  praisable was the defensive mood from both side. Thus no team could score within 90 minute and added 30 minutes that took the match for the Penalty shoot out . Courtesy for brilliant saves from Argentina Goalkeeper Sergio Romero that helped Argentina to clinch place for Final and will be meeting Germany there.
The key players like Lionell Messi and Arjen Robben with who team has a huge expectation ,failed to be playmaker for the team.Comparitively, the second semi-final match was bit lame with both side applying defensive tactics than that of first semi final match played between Germany and Brazil where German crushed host Brazil 7-1 to knock them out of Semi final.
Now ,Argentina will be looking for 2010 Revenge against Germany and lift the trophy of 2014 FIFA world cup where as German side will be confident from their humiliating triumph over Brazil.

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An important person in my life

 Sitting on branch of a poplar tree, dangling my foot below I used to tease a man who is really special for me. He is the one who guided me, took me in right path. I was always encouraged in every challenge and now I found myself on the place that changed my life. I always found secure with him and forever. I wish if he would exists forever with me.

      In small ages, by looking his mettle I used to believe him as a valour person who can even tackle a mad elephant. I used to hang under catching his biceps as normal child do. He swung me when I forced him to do. His tall appearance was enough for me to tease him as bachhan. Whenever I felt morose at that time, he made me content by spreading his hands on my belly. He is really a wary man; he fosters me to be so. For me he is a revered one. Yes, he is my caring dad and I love him very much.

      He chided me whenever I show lax attitude on my work or in concern of study, I never felt bad upon him. I followed him in every time. I did what he suggests me to do and the result was always fruitful. By the age of 12 I start to feel bore on study; most of my times was spent on other aspects. I was feeling irritate for my laggard mind and my lackluster performance. It became difficult for me to study properly even if I wanted to read. I was feeling study like an encumber but it was my baba who totally changed me and my feelings. Since the instant I do not allow myself to be in a state of constant turmoil. Now I am standing a restraint person what he believed me to be. And the feeling of study is as a boon to me, in the absence of which life darkens. Slowly I felt like, by study quest for any answers can be achieved.

    Whenever I felt like a wuss either at the time of my exam or while facing challenges he suggested me to take a deep breath and meditate for a while so that a spirit would come inside our body that assist to accomplish any sort of answer. Hence things become much easier to understand.

    In some cases I became confounded about taking decision I seemed anxious and worried and baba found it within a second in my face. Then he solved all the possible cases he can do. He helped me to take appropriate decision when I was in muddle. I become astonished when every decision set rectified and even more when fruit of that results savory. Such unerring decision had made me sensitive in every obstacle from my early age. But he is not among the pretentious one like an ostentatious figure. He is a good father.

   For me, my baba is really an idol and for some time I felt good to be his only son. I am feeling so glad that my sister is following the same path I followed. I am sure that by and by we both would be a great one. I learned many things under the propinquity of baba and now I am standing an honest person what he supposed me to be. I love my babavery much.

                                            The End

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My dreadful occurence

In the envisaging mood with no any apprehension and hesitation I was leading downtown on pavement paved with uncountable small stones, hitting the way by my rough shoe, whistling my own song and stepping in a breeze way like a winner in front of his mother. The environment was pleasurable and I was looking pleasant too. Nobody knew what next could possibly happen.

      8^th July 2012; my dearer friend birthday was goanna be one of the exciting birthdays for me because I was the organizer for night party. He was my close bud. We were friends; bosom friends by grade one with crying face and sometime sneeze dried that form hard scale that look often dirty, but not mine. I was among the smart guy in my school from earlier. Now we are tall and husky, young and elegant and both are amiable as we were before. Our bond was like an antagonism for some people. They usually felt a pang of envy. However, we always behaved decorously and deferentially to them.

       Suddenly I got a word in my phone. I got perplexed for a while. The news was he passed away in multiple pile-ups in a foggy road. I got shocked and very unpleasant. Actually I was moving to get a birthday gift, feeling a stirring of thoughts in my dreaming mood that anything possible happen could be a savory one. But things happened inverse, the news was implausible. I was like a lethargic and a wither one. The accident was erratic for me. I was slashed into slices, broken down into fragments. The accident was a trauma for me. What possible could be the unpleasant news than this?

                               

                                                         The End

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July 2009

His blistering pace in the midnight, in a blast of cold air was as a mad dog that is useless. In the darken night where no one could hear him, he was seeking help. The night was going to be a bad occurrence in his life. It seemed like rocks and breezes were in search of him. At the time air was not swaying, it was actually pelting him. Sky was covered by a black conceal and so does his empty mind. What a person can do in the lonely night if his car strike a tree and there is no one around. However, he was a cunning man, nothing of his abstraction results true.

        The wind was howling, following his way that would eventually grab him. He was struggling the way in a wind full of dust and hailstone that made him growing apprehension. His mind knew nothing. His only yen was to be out of that obstacle. Although he was tall and powerful, nothing of his abilities support at the instant. The woods were deep and still in. His sense organs were now very active. Many of the time he listens quivering in the thicket. Nonetheless he was looking “Is that an animal, or nothing but a ghost!...” He was crying like a child. Sometime he aimed to stand straight and try to face the animal but things happen just contrast. There remain nothing but his shadow and the lonely path. He kept walking ahead but eyes on back probably could provide some secure.

   The way was endless. Nothing can do his help except waiting for help. His phone was dead and none of his staff knew where he was. He walks almost a mile then he starts to realize on wastage of effort. Far away he sees a light coming nearer to him. Eventually he saw a vehicle dipping his headlight for him. And that was the event he felt like over the moon. He yelled for help. In spite of his agitation he got out of it. The night returns him as a victory, he feels like a content child.

                                                      The End

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