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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.

Essay On A Scene At An Election Booth.Pakistan is a Democratic Republic. We elect our on representatives. All grown-up citizens of the country have a right to elect their representatives.Elections are held once in every five years. All citizens of years and above, male and female, have the right to vote. A few days before the elections the various political parties carry on an intensive propaganda in favour of their candidates. Meeting are held, posters are pasted on walls and leaflets are distributed.

On the fixed day people come to the polling booth to cast their votes for the candidates. There is a great hustle and bustle there. Polling is held in a room or under the strict supervision of the officer-in-charge. There is an entrance and an exit for the voters. Every voter is given a ballot paper. The voter puts a cross against the name of the persons or the symbol of the party in whose favour he or she wants to cast vote. The paper is then folded and put into the sealed ballot box.

During the polling hours, the members of the different parties are seen busily engaged in bringing voters in taxis, cars. three-wheelers and Tonga's. They canvass and persuade them to cast votes in favour of their candidates. There is a long line of voters in front of the polling room. In the afternoon there is an interval after which polling starts again. Everybody is now anxious to cast vote before the time fixed for it. So there is great rush at the booth.



In the evening, the sealed boxes are taken to the place of counting. The candidate with the majority of votes is declared elected. He is garlanded and taken• in procession through main bazaars, amidst great rejoicings.

Essay On Scene At Examination Hall

Essay On Examination Hall .Just before the warning bell rings, the examination hall assumes a scene of activity and noise. Here and there a few may be seen devouring as much stuff as possible in the light of the latest suggestions. In short all the impulses of youthful mirth, love, adventure have fled and seriousness overpowers youthful humanity.

The ominous bell goes, the candidates enter the hall and take their respective seats. Blank answer books are distributed and examinees fill in the cover page. And then the questions papers are handed out. Suddenly comes a profound bull before a storm. Each examine grabs his paper and runs his eyes through it. The suspense is over; now comes the scene of action with pen and ink.

The scene during the progress of the examination becomes very interesting. Here and there faces light up with happy smiles. It is clear that the questions are within their knowledge. Many look up at the ceiling or through the window at the sky, vague and puzzled, as thought trying to remember the things which they got by heart the night before. Some of them feel a dryness in their throats and feverishly call for water to drink. The smiling ones at once take to writing out the answers that they had so carefully prepared; others also follow their examples thought with less assurance. And very soon and for a long time nothing is heard but the measured trade of the invigilator walking up and down the rows of seats.

This continues for an hour or so, then the atmosphere somewhere relaxes. One calls for a glass of water, and the waterman has to be busy for a time. Sometimes there is a commotion in the hall when a student is caught red-handed with a piece of paper which he had kept concealed with him. As the three hours draw to a close, there is a certain amount of excitement. Some made over the papers earlier and walk with the consciousness of day's burden lifted. Many have finished their work and are busied with a hurried revision.

There are some other who have still some questions to answer. From time to time invigilators draw out the warning of the passing time and then the final bell goes and the answers papers are surrendered, snatched away and soon all candidates are leaving the hall, laughing or chatting. As they come out of the hall, they feel a load is off their head.
Essay On A Cricket Match.Last winter I happened to see a cricket match in Lahore. The match was played between Pakistan cricket team and the West Indies cricket team. The match was played at Qadaffi Stadium Lahore.
Cricket is quite an interesting game. Every game has its plus points. It fosters discipline, duty, team spirit, cooperation and a sportsman's spirit. Some of the Pakistani players are players of international repute.
Cricket is played between two teams of 11 members each. It is played on a flat, smooth and clean ground. Cricket requires, two sets of stumps, wickets and a ball.

The distance between two sets of wickets is 22 yards. The bowlers take their turns after every six balls. In this game. much depends upon the quality of bowling. Good fielding is also necessary for victory. Before the game starts, there is the toss. It is the whim of the toss winning captain to first go for batting or fielding. The fielding party puts three fieldsmen on the one side, six on the off side, while one is posted for guarding the wicket and one for the bowling. The game is generally played for six hours a day. The umpire is the final judge. He is the man who declares the players out whether they are run out, bowled out, caught out, stumped out or leg-before-wicket.

The match which I witnessed was really very interesting. 'There was huge gathering at Qadaffi Satdium Lahore. Pakistan's leading cricketers were playing in the match. I saw the fine game of Saeed Anwar. He hit many boundaries, while Amir Sohail was very careful not to make a single stroke. But soon Saeed Anwar was out. Then he was replaced by Shahid Afridi. He made 50 runs in 76 minutes whole Amir made 66 runs in 70 minutes. Soon there was break for lunch. The Pakistani team made 219 runs for three wickets before lunch.

Then the West Indies players started batting after lunch. B. Lara played very fast and he hit to sixers. Soon he was out. Then R3ger came and hit three sixers. There was a tremendous cheer from the spectators. There was great excitement among the spectators as well as players. Everyone was in high spirits. Roger Binny played lipto the end and he scored over a century. Then the umpire gave a long whistle and the match ended for the day.

The spectators dispersed. Some of the cricket fans were patting Roger Binny for his brilliant performance. Soon the crowd fizzled out and I came to my house. It was a thrilling match for me.