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Essay On Journey In An Over Crowded Bus

Essay On Journey In An Over Crowded Bus.

 
It was Sunday morning. I had decided to visit my friend Raza who lives in Shandra. The place is quite far off from my residence in Sanat Nagar and the rickshaw would have charged at least rupees forty. So. I though of taking a little trouble in a G.T.S. bus to cover the whole distance for rupees four only. As I reached the bus stop. I saw a huge crowd swelling on the road. They all .made a dash when they saw a bus coming. The buses were packed to the capacity and some passengers were hanging on the rails.

The lucky ones managed to put their toe on the foot hold and left everything else to good. There is no need of pushing ourselves inside. It is done with full force by those who board the bus after us. It was Sunday. So every one was trying to get maximum out of the all route ticket which costs only Rs.4.00. The private buses observed holiday. The crowd was increasing every minute.

As I caught the bus. the fellow commuters rubbed me in. There were only fifty seats in the bus but more than hundred persons were traveling in it. The number of passengers standing in the corridors was in no way less than those occupying the seats. There are eight seats reserved for the ladies but they were all occupied by young men. The old women were standing in the corridor and requesting the boys to vacate the seats. The boys had turned their 'faces aside and posed as if they were deeply observed in the scene outside. It was not easy to get to the exit door. One had to do some tight rope walking as if it was a circus show.

My stop was coming nearer. I started pushing my way ahead. Suddenly. I felt some one touching my purse. I tried to grab him but he had already slipped. I looked around foolishly because not only the money but the ticket was also in the purse

I shouted loudly and called on the driver to take the bus to the police station. He kept on driving till my stop came. He told me that I would not gain anything because the, pick pocket might have de-boarded immediately. I had learnt a new lesson, not to be 'penny wise and pound foolish'.

Essay On A Walk In Moonlit Night

The Moon is the queen of night and splendour of starry heavens. A walk in a moon-lit night is really a refreshing and fascinating adventure. Strolling in a moon-lit night is pleasant and delightful in ways more than one. Walking in moon-lit night does not merely remove the weariness and boredom of the hectic day but it also elevates our spirit, enlivens our soul and refreshes our mind. The atmosphere during a moon-lit night is surcharged with calmness and quietness if we walk in the country side which is away from the fever and fret noise and clamour of cities.

Moreover, the cool air, the cool and bracing beams of the moon, kissing each and every object of nature present a charming sight. One really feels thrilled and throbbed. One feels a sense of joy. There comes the freedom of mind, of thoughts and of ideas.A moon-lit night delights our heart and soul. The tranquil surroundings in a country side or distant land scapes present a lovely scene. The moon shines like a light house to guide us in the dark night.

And in such a night away from the din and dust of cities.. in the company of our dearest friends, cutting jokes and chatting with them, are all the more alluring pleasures. The stars in the presence or the moon make the moon appear as the guardian of all stars.

The entire Nature is clothed in the shining silvery robes of bracing and cool wind, the trees whispering in the breeze really render a fascinating spectacle. The green field, flowers and fruits shining because of the moon-beams are an added attraction.Indeed a moon-lit night gives a feast to our eyes: The superb sights. scenes and sounds of nature are enchanting. To play. to sing and to talk in such nights are other great pleasures of a moon-lit night.

The memories of a moon-lit night are still fresh in my mind and are still haunting my mind. A walk in a moon lit night is a good experience because we come close to the bosom of Nature.

"Essay On A Busy Street.I live in a crowded locality Of the area and the crowd Presents the scene of a Mela in the evening. People return from the offices, the students are back from the"The house wives come out to purchase vegetables, fruits and other domestic nee. Some young boys and girls dress themselves in their Sunday best and get busy in window-shopping.There is maximum crowd in the vegetable market. The ladies move from stall to stall and bargain for each and every item.

They are also very careful about short weighing, and keep an eye on the weighing machine. The shopkeepers have a sweet tongue and try to satisfy their customers by their polite talk. The confectioner's shop is another place of attraction. Little children guide their wards to the shop and make them buy the sweets of their choice. The girls always go in for 'chat pakoras- whereas the boys prefer "Burfi or Jalebis". The street hawkers pedal their wares very nicely. The balloon sellers carry a whole bunch of inflated balloons to attract small children. The toy sellers set their stalls on the pavements.

The news-boys sell the evening newspaper in a very nice manner. They shout out the sensational news but keep the paper folded. As soon as the customer makes the payment. he is surprised to read different head lines. Small children cannot control their games. They throw the ball and run to pick it up. It is very difficult for the cyclists and scooterists to apply brakes and save them. Kite flying is another hobby. When the kite rises high up in the sky, the eyes of the flier are glued to the string. They do not care for the crowd around and are injured in stray incidents.

The whole atmosphere is spoiled by the beggars and the cows. The beggars use every technique to win the sympathy of the old ladies. They apply different colours to their bodies. Some of them are dressed in rags.
The scene of a busy street is very interesting. Everybody is for himself but despite it, all of them make the street busy. Without people there can be no hustle and hustle. It is the people, whether the sellers or buyers. make the scene beautiful.

Essay On Science Is A Curse

Essay On Science Is A Curse.The atom bombs in the possession of the U.S.A. and U.S.S.R. are powerful enough to blow up the world within no time. The star war will carry the struggle in the space and pollute the whole sphere so badly that no life of any type will survive. The scientists are busy making further advances in the field of armaments and the day is not very far when by switching on one button, the whole humanity will become a thing of The past. The animals in the ocean may survive and may make another effort towards the evolution of new species on the earth.

When billions of people are dying of starvation, more than fifty percent of the budget is being spent on war games. The goverrunents of different countries are busy in making a nuclear device. The cost of one bomb will cross a thousand crores rupees. The common man in that country is also ill clad and ill fed. In Iran and Iraq, a terrible, war is was fought. The whole wealth of both these countries N, beingconsumed by the hell fires of war. The nuclear power plants pose a very serious danger. In Russia, the Chernoble plant spread radiation all around and the neighbouring countries also felt the shock. The radiation level is rising so high that some animals have started dying out.

The smoke and pollution left by big industries is spoiling the whole atmosphere. Last years in Lahore. hundreds of people were killed due to the leakage of poisonous gas. In Switzerland, a private company let out the pollutants in the river and the whole marine life of the river was wiped out. Ultimately all this poisonous material reaches the ocean and kills fish of every type.

The whole work is done by machines. One machine can work for thousands of persons. Un-employment is increasing at a very fast rate. Even those people who work in the factories, sit idle the whole day. We have forgotten manual labour which can keep us physically fit. We cannot walk even for a kilo metre because we depend more and more on automobiles. The result is that most of us suffer from diseases of various types. We cannot enjoy a healthy, vigorous and busy life. Science started as our servant but is becoming our master very fast. It is getting on our nerves and the day is not far off when the entire humanity will suffer a great deal.

Essay On A Drowning Tragedy

Essay On A Drowning Tragedy.It was the month of July. A fair was being held on the banks of the lake near my town. The lake was flooded due to heavy rains. I along with my friends went to see the fair as well as to bathe in the lake.There was a great rush of people. On the banks of the lake, there were many stalls and hawkers. The bathers also kept their belongings on the bank. There was a great hustle and bustle. Most of the people were taking bath in the lake. I also took off my clothes and jumped into the cool and clear water of the lake.

Hardly had I swum for a few minutes when I heard the cries of a downing man. I swam towards the drowning man. When I saw him he was in a precarious condition. Sometimes he went under water while at other times he again happened to come on the surface of the water. Many swimmers rushed towards the eddying waters cf the lake in which the man was engulfed. The drowning man was caught in the whirlpool.
People tried their best to rescue the man but in their earlier attempts they failed to catch hold of the drowning man.

By this time there was also a huge crowd on the banks of the lake. In no time an expert diver dived into the lake and after searching for some time under the surface of water, he brought the man cut. The man was in an unconscious state. He was made to lie on the side of the bank. Immediately he was taken to the nearby dispensary. Where he was given artificial respiration and medicines. Anybody was worried about the victim.

The parents of the man also arri .ed at the dispensary. They were all non-plussed. They were burst"ng fo -th into tears on seeing the precarious condition of their son. 7 'eryone was praying to God for his life.
Even after administering oxygen for one hour he did not regain consciousness. Other medicines were also given but there seemed to be no signs of improvenlent. People, friends relatives were also standing silently and solemnly waiting for the man to come back to his senses.

Despite the best efforts put in by the doctor and his assistants, there was no sign of improvement, rather his condition deteriorated from bad to worse. Soon the doctor pronounced him dead. On hearing this sad and tragic news. everyone was bewailing and bemoaning the dead man while his parents wept bitterly. This was the worst ever drowning tragedy which I happened to witness with my own eyes.
Essay On A Pakistani Village Life.Pakistan is predominantly a land of villages. A major portion of Pakistani Population resides in villages because agriculture is the main occupation of the Pakistani people. Today, there are more than one lakh villages in Pakistan. A Pakistani village reflects the real picture of Pakistan. A Pakistani village, as a matter of fact, is the very epitome of Pakistan's progress after the attainment of Independence . The Government of free Pakistan paid much attention to the lifting of the standard of Pakistani villagers.

A Pakistani village is still confronted with various problems ranging from the lack of education to improper sanitation. No doubt, during the last many years. much has been done to uplift Pakistani villagers, the majority of them are still afflicted by the evils like ignorance and illiteracy. A Pakistani villager is a rough diamond. He still sticks to the old superstition. customs and conventions which have become obsolete and outworn in the modern age of science and technology.

A Pakistani village, in the truest sense, is still made of mud with thatched roof and kucha compounds having unmetalled roads leading to and coming from the village. Its surroundings are green because of the crops and other vegetation. The streets are usual!) narrow and dirty with the open drainage system which gives out foul
smell. During rainy season, the entire village, because of its insanitary conditions, gives out a very foul smell.
Outside the village, there is a pond where cattle take water.

There are some big shady trees on the outskirts of the village, where village people, farmers and others, take rest during their leisure. Under these shady trees, they hold discussion, smoke and enjoy tit¬bits and talks. Some take their lunch under these trees.

Outside the village, there is also a well from where villagers draw water for drinking. The scene at the village well both in the morning and evening is worth watching. The village belles dressed in their lovely and multi-coloured costumes with pitchers on their heads come to take water from the well. To see them chatting and talking while coming and going is an alluring sight. The village women are still victims of the customary veil.
There is also a school on the village. ThiS schools consists of two or three rooms where only one teacher teaches all the classes. The students of the school are ill-clad and rough. They sit on the jute-mattesses. So they become all the more dirty getting spots of ink on their clothes.

A Pakistani village lacks all amenities like police station, a post office, a health centre, and a rural dispensary. So. all of these things make a Pakistani village unhygienic and bad characters and ruffians going Scot free. Anyhow, there is a watchman who keeps a watch and vigil on the village and reports all the matters to the panc hayat.
As every dark cloud has a silver lining. Pakistani •villages have some merits too. The people enjoy the free air. The open fields with lush green crops present beautiful sight. The diet is very nourishing. Milk, curd and other things are abundantly available. The villagers have sound health. They live in the bosom of Nature. The cool and fresh breeze of the morning, the scenes of sun set and sun rise, with the farmers going to their fields along with their cattle. and the tinkling of the bells tied round cattle necks producing charming music are the sights, scenes and sounds very attractive and enchanting. But a Pakistani village needs improvements in many fields. Then and only then they can be ideal dwelling places.