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Thursday, 31 March 2016

Essay On Manners Make the Man

Essay On Manners Maketh Man.In the 14th century, William of Wykeham, Bishop of Winchester, founded two great educational institutions -- New College, Oxford, and the great public school at Winchester. He gave to both the same motto: "manners maketh Man". In those days the word -manners" did not mean mere outward behaviour, as it doesthing that really matters in life was character.

mainly as moral training. In other words, he recognized that the only education as the mere getting of knowledge and mental training, but sound moral principles that makes a man. So he did not regard
now, but what we should call good conduct or morality. By his motto the wise Bishop meant that it is good moral conduct based on This begins so, moral education is all important. From their earliest years children must be taught the difference between right and wrong, and trained to love and follow what is right and hate and avoid what is wrong.

Such training means the formation of character on right lines. Its object is to bring children up in such a way that they will grow up to be truth-loving, honest, brave, pure-minded and unselfish men and women.
The home is the best school for moral education. Schoolmasters cannot get into such close touch with their pupils as can parents with their own children. Nor can they appeal to their love and affection as good fathers and mothers can. Moreover, moral education has to begin in the earliest years of the child, long before he can go to school. And these early years are the most important.

As a Roman Catholic Cardinal once said: "Give us the children up to seven years old, and you can have them the rest of their lives."

The methods of moral training are teaching, example and punishment. The child must be taught what is right by moral lessons, advice, warning; and he must be shown what is right by good example. So there is a great responsibility laid upon parents to live a good life before their children; for, example is better than precept. Only when teaching and example fail should punishment be resorted to; but it has it place in moral training.



At the same time, kindness, understanding and tact will often do more than punishment in keeping a boy straight. Sincere religion, too, is a great aid to morality; for one who had learnt to love and obey the good God wants to do right and the good. True religion was finely summed up by an ancient Hebrew prophet: "What doth the LORD require of the but to do justly, and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with thy God?"

Essay On Union Is Strength

Essay On Union Is Strength.One of Aesop's Fables tells a story of an old man who was troubled because his sons were always quarreling. He was afraid that the family would be quite broken up when he died. So one day he called his sons together, and showed them a bundle of sticks, and asked them to break them for him. They tired in turn, but thoughthey were strong, all of them failed. Then he untied the bundle and told them to break each stick by itself. This they did easily. In this way he taught them that union is strength. If they held together as one family, they would be strong; but if they quarreled and separated, they would be weak.

Take a football or hockey team. If the members of the team play together and help each other, they will form a strong team. But if they are split up into parties, when they play in a match some will play badly or lazily, because they are jealous of the others, and the team will lose the match.

Sometimes a school or a college is spoilt because the members of the staff, or the committee, are divided; and while they are quarreling, the work is neglected, and the college or school goes down. Often a whole town suffers, because those looking after the streets, buildings, hospitals, and water-supply, spend their time in calling each other names.

The same is true in war. A large army, whose officers hate each other and do not work together, has been beaten by a smaller united army. That is why the great French general, Napoleon, used to say, 'Divide and Conquer. "He own some of his great victories by attacking one of his enemies when alone before the others could come up to help, or he would weaken a whole nation by dividing it up into quarreling parties.
A united nation, a united family, a united society of any kind, is strong. United they stand, divided they fall. Their motto must be, One heart, one way."



The same is true is every field. If all the Muslims in the world are united, they are bound to make progress. They can also become a super power by unity. Muslims all over the world only need unity.

Essay On Two Sides To Every Question

Essay On There Are Two Sides To Every Question.There is a story told in verse about that curious kind of lizard called the chameleon. Two friends talking about it almost quarreled about its colour, one saying it was blue and the other swearing it was green. While they were arguing, a third man joined them and he said they were both wrong. He had caught a chameleon the night before, and it was black. All three went to see it; but when its captor took it out of the box where he had put it, lo! and behold it was not blue, or green, or black, but white!

• The explanation, of course, was that a chameleon has the stranger power of changing its colour to suit its surroundings. So at one time it may appear blue, at another green, at another black, and at another white. So all were right, and at the same time wrong.

In the same way truth is many-side and different people see different sides. so every question has at least two sides. Narrow- minded people can see only one side; and it take a broad-minded man to see both.
Consider the different ways in which different people will look at a social problem, say poverty. Some will say that poverty is entirely due to laziness, thriftlessness or strong drink. Let the poor work and save and keep sober, and there will be no more poverty.

 Other people will point out that idleness, thriftlessness and drunkenness are themselves the result of poverty -- the wretched circumstances in which the poor are brought up. So one party says. change the man and he will change his surroundings and the other says, change the surroundings and you will change the man. And then they quarrel and fight. Yet both are right; each sees one side of the question, but only one. A wise and broad-minded reformer will see both, and work both for the individual and for social reform.

Or, take politics. In most democratic countries there are two great parties, which correspond to the Conservatives and Liberals or Progressives in England. The Conservative wants to keep ("conserve") things as they are, fearing that any change will do more harm than good; the Liberal stands for reform, change and progress.



Now both are in a way right. Because no social organisation is perfect, we must reform abuses, adopt better methods, and progress to better things. But it has often happened (as in the French Revolution) that, if people are in too great a hurry to make progress. they destroy many good institutions with the bad, and even wreck the whole constitution. But narrow-minded politicians of different views do not see this; and so, each seeing only his side of they question, the fight. A real statesman sees both.

Thursday, 24 March 2016

Essay On A Carpenter And Life Style

Essay On A Carpenter And Life Style.The carpenter is a worker in wood. He makes chairs, tallits,. wooden beds and almirahs for the use, and ploughs and carts for the farmers. Builders have to employ carpenters to make door, window- frames, floors and beams for the roof. when they are building houses.A carpenter must have a lot of tools He wants saws for sawing the wood into pieces, sharp chisels and axes to cut it, a plane to make it smooth, a "lathe" or turning-table to make it round in shape and hammers and nails to fasten pieces of wood together.

The work of a carpenter is skilled labour. It takes a long time to learn to do the work properly. A carpenter has to use his tools: Ile has to have a good eye for correct measurement; and he has to think about his work. -Before he can make even a chair he must have the plan of the chair in his mind, and the skill to make it according to his plan.

In Pakistan, the art of doing carpenter's work is taught to the sons by the fathers; for the son of a carpenter generally becomes a carpenter in his turn. It is a great thing to take pride in the work one has to do. And an honest. clever and hard-working carpenter can take an honest pride in making good, solid and beautiful things. It is not enough to make a table. the carpenter who takes a pride in his work will want to make a strong. solid, shapely table.



That will be useful for many years and that will look good and sound. In short a carpenter is a very' useful and important worker in the society'. It is the carpenter who makes furniture for us and decoration our houses. He make different things for our comforts. He has to work hard. He works from dawn to dash but despite it he lives a hard life. He is bound the work hard.

Essay On The Street Beggar Hawker

Essay On The Street Beggar.Beggars are very common in Pakistan. They are found in almost every' village, town and city. The main centres of their activity are the places of pilgrimage and worship. They squat on the banks of the rivers, in front of mosques and other places of hectic activity. They roam from street to street, from one locality to another and beg for alms. food and money.

They accept whatever is given to them. Sometime they pursue the people so doggedly that people are fed up with them. Some give alms to beggars in order to ward off the nuisance and not out of charity. Some beggars are so hale and hearty, so young and healthy that they do not deserve charity at all. The deserving cases are few : those who are crippled or lame, deaf or dumb, blind or handicapped, they are incapacitated and cannot earn their living. Some are in such a pathetic plight that they evoke pity' and compassion.

Such crippled beggars are well-versed in the art of singing religious songs. Some have really very melodious voice. Their sweet voice attracts the passers-by. Such beggars are found in trains and buses and they enthrall the travellers by their religious and devotional songs and poems.

Sometimes one comes across a deaf or dumb beggar, lifting a blind or lame beggar on his back and begging for alms. It is also usual to see a leper r-laced in a lowcart and carried from place to place. These beggars know human psychology and work according to that.But most of the beggars live on the generosity of women. These beggars never miss religious gatherings and other festivals.

Some wear only a loin cloth. Others besmear themselves with ashes, have long hair and pair of tongs. Some meditate under a tree. But many are cheats and hypocrites. These beggars deceive the innocent women and at times rob them.



The number of beggars in Pakistan is rising. These beggars live on the earnings of others. It is really a curse that even able- bodied Citizens of Pakistan resort to begging. They indulge in various vices like drinking ,smoking and gambling. Their bodies are diseased.

Friday, 11 March 2016

Essay On Pakistani Village Life

Essay On Pakistani Village Life.Pakistan is an agricultural country. Our prosperity depends upon our agricultural production. For this, the Pakistan farmer's contribution is great. Pakistan. as a matter of fact, is a land of farmers. They live in villages. About 75 per cent of our population lives in villages.

A Pakistani farmer is respected by everyone. It is he who produces grains for the rest of the country. The whole year. the Pakistani farmer is busy in tilling the fields. sowing seeds and reaping the crops. His, indeed, is a very busy life.

He gets up early in the morning. Then he takes his yoke, bulls and plough-share and goes to his fields. There he ploughs the land for hours together. Then he takes his breakfast. The breakfast is brought by the members of his family in the fields. His breakfast is very simple. It mainly consists of bread; pickle and lassi (a preparation from curd). After taking his breakfast, he again gets busy with his work.

He labours very hard. But after his hard labour he gets a very reasonable amount. He sells his production of food-grains in the market at a low and normal price. He lives a very simple life. His clothes are simple. He lives in a mud-house. His property consists of a few bulls, a plough-share and - a few acres of land. He lives from hand to mouth.

A farmer is the very soul of a nation. Our Government always tries to help the farmers. Sometimes, Govt. provides them free-interest loans, tractors and other machinery. Everybody knows the fact that it the farmer who feeds the nation. On him depends the agricultural production. They must be provided with all the latest implements of farming. Better seeds, fertilizers, manure, implements for agriculture can enable him to produce more, and grow more.

Essay On A Street Hawker

Essay On A Street Hawker.A street hawker is a common sight in our tovvns and villages. A street hawker goes from one street to another and from one Mohalla to another Mohalla for selling his articles or food-stuffs. A street hawker usually comes with a basket full of articles placed on his head. He hawks his articles. Every street hawker brings articles and eatables of different kinds. Usually in the morning. street hawkers come with vegetables and fruits in their baskets. They hawk the things and vegetables which they bring in baskets.

The people who live in villages and towns hear the calls of the street hawker earl) in the morning. He brings with him fresh fruits and vegetables. On hearing his voice, housewives flock around him. They take from him the things which they need. Street hawkers have . to face sometime very odd customers who go on arguing
about the prices of various commodities. Sometimes he has to bow t6 the customers by reducing his rates.
Then there are other street hawkers who come on bicycles loaded with clothes, utensils and other articles of daily need and consumption.


All these are, no doubt, tough jobs. He has to labour a lot in order to earn his living. His profits are very small. He is generally a poor man. His clothes are also dirty. But with this small income he makes his both ends meet. The way he lifts the heavy load on his head or carries it on a bicycle is really a difficult job.
Some of the street hawkers carry on their heads very cheap things. By selling their complete stock they just earn a rupee or so. This shows the poor condition of these street hawkers.

If a hawker is a little innocent he is teased by the street urchins. These clever urchins sometimes steal away his petty articles and things while the poor fellow has to bear the loss. On the whole, a street hawker's condition is pitiable . because he wanders from morning till evening from place to place in order to earn his daily living. In Pakistan, the hawkers are innumerable. because, by investing less amount of money they start this business.

And Pakistan is a country inhabited by poor people. But there is no harm in earning Ono's living with hard labour. Every individual should earn his own living instead of becoming a burden upon others; It is dignity of labour which we all should respect.

Thursday, 3 March 2016

Essay On My Future Dreams Plans

Essay On My Future Dreams Plans.Dreams are the by-products of our sub-conscious state of mind. Dreams are of many kinds. But the dream which I had last Sunday was the most interesting dream of mine. In dream, I was transported into a fairy land where beautiful belles were dancing and singing.I dreamt that I had gone to Paris. There I went into a night club. I saw many exciting scenes there - Twist, Ballroom and Shake were going on. As I was watching the spectacle of dance and drama, a beautiful girl gazed upon me.

I was attracted by her rosy cheeks and alluring eyes and smiles on her face. I at once recollected the famous poem of Keats known as "La Belle Dame Sans Merci". Her silent expression of love enthralled me. I was really captivated by her charms and sweetness. She was really making her silent expressions of love to me. I thought of responding to her love.

I talked to her and she passed very lovely and witty remarks upon me. Then both of us took a cup of coffee. We talked to our hearts, content. At the same time. I was recollecting the eternal lines of Shakespeare.

Love is not love that alters
When it finds alterations.
Or bends with the remover to remove.

Now I was thinking, whether her love was true or false. But I tried to he true to her. I sincerely expressed my love to her in the most unambiguous terms. We ultimately promised to marry and live as companions.
Soon the dance, drama and music programme came to an end. With this she also went somewhere, saying that she will be coming soon.

I kept waiting for her. But she did not turn up. I was repenting over my love. I was thinking that I had been be tread in love. As I was pondering over this heart-stricken subject. my eyes opened. I realised that I was enjoying the night life of Paris in dream.



In the dream. I really came across a woman who has been described by John Keats in his profound poem "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" i.e. The Beautiful Woman without Mercy-. The dream was interesting, exciting and intoxicating.

Essay When I Was A Small Child

Essay When I Was A Small Child.I am the eldest child in my family and was born after seven years of my parents marriage. You can very well imagine what a rare gem I am for them. I was fondled lavishly and a single tear from my eye would bring ten from my mother's eye. When I started walking with the help of baby-walker, my parents held a grand feast. Noises of every type fascinated me. When the Balloon seller passed our lane. I used to run after him. My mother would buy the balloon filled with grains.

It made sweet noise when it was jerked about. She also bought beautiful toys which had a whistle fitted underneath. When I pressed the doll, she, would squeak. When I was three years old, my birthday was celebrated with great pomp and show. My parents might have celebrated my first and second birthdays as well, but they have not left any trace in my memory. My relatives had brought beautiful toys which had to be wound up.

When the toy car was left on the floor, it would run for some distance. When the joker was wound up, it would blow a trumpet. It was a strange world when my parents were ready' to bring moon from the sky.
Once a juggler with two monkey's came to our street. He showed monkey tricks which engaged my attention. The he-monkey fell in love with she-monkey. She refused to marry the male monkey. He-monkey went to his father-in-law's house wearing a colourful dress.

I cannot forget the scene at his in-law's house. I also liked the tricks shown by the juggler. I was taken to the school when I was five years old. My parents had carried sweets to be distributed among the students. I was wearing a new dress and my mother had groomed me with great care. Both my parents left me there and walked back home. I shouted and cried but there was no help. My tears could not bring them back. The teacher talked gently and asked other students to make friends with me.



I grew up very fast. My friends grew in number and we started playing pranks with our neighbours. We used to enter any house and press the button of the call-bell. When the owner came out, we used to run away as fast as our legs could carry us. These memories are things of the past and a huge bag of books and heavy home-work is left-behind.

Essay In My Childhood Days

Essay In My Childhood Days.I am the eldest child in my family and was born after seven years of my parents marriage. You can very well imagine what a rare gem I am for them. I was fondled lavishly and a single tear from my eye would bring ten from my mother's eye. When I started walking with the help of baby-walker, my parents held a grand feast. Noises of every type fascinated me. When the Balloon seller passed our lane. I used to run after him. My mother would buy the balloon filled with grains.

It made sweet noise when it was jerked about. She also bought beautiful toys which had a whistle fitted underneath. When I pressed the doll, she, would squeak. When I was three years old, my birthday was celebrated with great pomp and show. My parents might have celebrated my first and second birthdays as well, but they have not left any trace in my memory. My relatives had brought beautiful toys which had to be wound up.

When the toy car was left on the floor, it would run for some distance. When the joker was wound up, it would blow a trumpet. It was a strange world when my parents were ready' to bring moon from the sky.
Once a juggler with two monkey's came to our street. He showed monkey tricks which engaged my attention. The he-monkey fell in love with she-monkey. She refused to marry the male monkey. He-monkey went to his father-in-law's house wearing a colourful dress.

I cannot forget the scene at his in-law's house. I also liked the tricks shown by the juggler. I was taken to the school when I was five years old. My parents had carried sweets to be distributed among the students. I was wearing a new dress and my mother had groomed me with great care. Both my parents left me there and walked back home. I shouted and cried but there was no help. My tears could not bring them back. The teacher talked gently and asked other students to make friends with me.



I grew up very fast. My friends grew in number and we started playing pranks with our neighbours. We used to enter any house and press the button of the call-bell. When the owner came out, we used to run away as fast as our legs could carry us. These memories are things of the past and a huge bag of books and heavy home-work is left-behind.

Essay On The Funniest Incident In My Life

Essay On The Funniest Incident In My Life.One Sunday morning, I received an invitation from a friend of mine, Mr. Sohail. I had come back from U.K to my native place. So, he invited me to lunch. I got up early in the morning and started getting ready. My sister gave me a cup of tea early in the morning. Then I took my bath and got ready. My sister then again asked me to take some snacks and tea but I refused to take it as I was more interested in reaching my friend's house. She insisted upon me to take a heavy breakfast but I ignored her request.

I went out of my house and stood at the bus-stop. I boarded the bus. Meanwhile the conductor came and asked me to buy the ticket. I asked him to give me a ticket for Model town. The conductor frowned upon me saying. "It is going in the reverse direction, you get down at the next stop and catch another bus". I was baffled for some time. Then I alighted from the bus and again waited for the bus going to the Model town.
I got the bus and reached 20, Model town. But surprisingly when I reached his house.

I found the door locked. I was puzzled and thought whether I had come to the right place. But a little later, as I was gazing and pondering, a neighbour of my friend came and asked me. For what are you standing here? Do you want to meet some one?" I replied. "Yes. I want to see Mr. Sohail here". He immediately replied, -But he has living changed his house last Wednesday and has gone to Samanabad." I got his address from his neighbour.

Frustrated. I came back to the bus stop: I was feeling hungry. Soon it started drizzling. I was now in a fix as to what to do and what not. My confusion became all the more confounded by the torrential rains. I had refused to take morning breakfast in the hope that I would take it at my friend's house. At this stage my anger was mounting. I was cursing myself as well as my fate. But soon the anger got the better of myself. I made up my mind to meet Sohail.

I made my journey to Samanabad and reached his home rang the door bell. Kamal, a tiny tot ( Sohail's youngest brother) came out and greeted me with a "Hello, uncle." The moment I entered the drawing room. I saw the parents of Sohail sitting on the sofa. They offered me a seat and sat quite modestly. As I was about to talk about invitation extended to me by Sohail, Dolly (Sohail's sister) came with tea. She was looking like a pretty and vivacious damsel.

Now the elderly mother of Sohail began to talk very politely. "Look son, the invitation to tea was a joke, as you know today is First April -- Fool's Day. But you are fortunate that your proposal of marriage has been accepted Iv all the members of our family" I was thrilled to hear these words coming from the august lip of Dolly's mother. My joy knew no bounds. The facial expressions of Dolly were quite attractive.



Her silent looks pleased me as she was making silent expressions of love. We had the tea to our heart's content. I rushed from their house in order to convey this happy news to my parents. This day, indeed, was the funniest and happiest day of my life.