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22 July 2015

A Road Safety Campaign In My Town

A Road Safety Campaign In My Town
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After a series of serious road accidents in our town, the traffic police of the town launched a road safety campaign. It was inaugurated by the Chief Police Officers. Representatives of school, business houses, and Government offices had been invited to attend the ceremony. In addition to them, all drivers and pedestrians were welcome were to be present.

In declaring the campaign open, the Chief Police Officer pointed to the rising number of deaths and serious disabilities and deformities caused by road accidents. He stressed on the need for being well versed in the provisions of the Highway Code. The listeners were also advised to keep mechanically defective vehicles off the road. According to him unread worthy vehicles caused the most accidents.
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The campaign having been officially opened. There was a display of driving by the testers from the office of the Registrar and inspector of motor vehicles. They impressed the spectators with their skilful handling of vehicles while driving, reversing, stopping, changing gears and turning right or left. .They also demonstrated how accidents often took place and how they could be avoided. Some constable from the traffic police showed how pedestrians and motorcyclists were responsible for many accidents.

Many service stations and workshops in the town provided facilities for the motorists to have their vehicles checked for any possible defects, free of charge. Many motorists, motor-cyclists and scooters availed themselves of the facilities. Outside the town, the traffic police marked measured miles to enable the drivers to check their speedometers.
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For the schoolchildren, special traffic games were held on the town Padang. At these games demonstrations were given of how to cross the road on foot, of how to turn right or left, enter the road, or come to a stop while riding a bicycle or a motor-cycle. In various schools, the prefects checked each and every bicycle for mechanical defects or for lack of proper equipment. The owners of bicycles without locks, bells, lamps, reflectors, and effective brakes etc were fined and compelled to have the defects corrected immediately.
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Officials from the traffic police visited the school to address the pupils and teachers. They all repeated the various points made by the chief police officer while declaring the road, safety campaign open.
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9 April 2015

A Road Accident

v A few days ago, a very serious accident on the road in front of our school It was recess time and most of us had gathered, in small groups, under the trees beside the road. We saw two large cars approaching us from opposite directions. When the cars were within ten yards of each other both of them left their respective sides of the road and headed towards each other. There was a head-an-collision. The impact was so heavy that it attracted the attention of almost all people in the neighborhood. In a few minutes, there was a lager crowd surrounding the two cars, both of which had been overturned. Their engines had been completely wrecked and the drivers and the passengers in the front seats had been killed. Those sitting behind had been seriously hurt and shocked. Luckily, neither of the vehicles had caught fire.

v I ran straight to the school, office and rang for the police and the ambulance. Meanwhile the members of Ehdi Ambulance Brigade from our school had reached the spot. With the help of some onlookers, they lifted the cars and helped the passengers still alive to get out. Most of them were unconscious and others were groaning with pain, They also gave them whatever medical aid they could.

v A few minutes later, an ambulance and a police van arrived at the scene. The policemen took some measurements of the road. They took no statements as both the drivers had died and the survivors among the passengers were unconscious. The attendants and nurses in the ambulance, party had great difficulty in extracting the bodies of those dead inside the smashed cars. Many of the helpers could not bear' the sight of the grisly task they had to do some even fainted. While the dead bodies were being pulled out, the wounded passengers were removed to hospital for treatment.

v The road where the accident had taken place presented a horrible sight. There were puddles of blood all over the place. Scattered here and there were pieces of flesh torn from the dead bodies.

v The wrecked vehicles were removed to the traffic office. They are still lying there, as a grim reminder of What may happen when people get careless on the road.

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21 February 2015

A Reception In The Jungle

A Reception In The Jungle
The day had been very hot and we had traveled not less than 20 mile on the foot. As our path lay through one of the thickest jungles in the world, we had not had much of rest or sleep since we had entered in two days earlier. We had exhausted our water supply in the afternoon, and had not come across a stream or a spring where we should have quenched our thirst. Even the last loaf of bread in our bags had been eaten. We were very hungry and thirsty. We were even more tired.

The sun was at the point of setting when we emerged from the jungle. Before us lay a vast stretch of land dotted with villages here and there, form which columns of smoke were raising steadily. We made for the nearest one. The hope of getting some food and water, and a place to rest in the village had the effect of quickening our pace.

Having reached the outskirts of the village, we met one of its inhabitants a short, dark man in his forties. Our leader tried to ask him whether we could buy some refreshments in the village, and find shelter there for the night. The man however puzzled us by turning back and running away as fast as his legs could carry him without uttering a word in reply. Had we come to village where our language was not understood Did they refuse to admit strange at all Had somebody been expecting us there These and many other questions suggested themselves to us

But we were not left long in doubt as to our reception a village. A huge procession was seen moving towards us. At the head of the procession there were three young women In the light of the torches which some people carried before them. The woman appeared dark like the man who had just met us. It was a noisy crowd that followed them and we were not certain as to what was going to happen to us. Had we not been as tired as we were, we would have fled back into the jungle.

The procession approached us and came to a halt. The tallest of the women spoke in English to our leader. She and the other two were daughters of the headman of the village. At that time, the chief himself was not at home. In his absence, the village and its people, all members of his tribe, were governed by her. If we promised to stay peacefully, we could pass the night there. We would be supplied with food, water, and a tent where we could sleep. But constant watch would be kept on our movements so that we .committed no mischief while in the village. Of course, being peaceful explorers. We had no objection to this arrangement.

We were led to spring where we washed ourselves. Then we had dinner at the chief's house, as his daughter's guests. As soon as the meal was over we were led to a tent. There were comfortable straw beds on the floor there. The moment we lay down on them. We were fast asleep, not knowing or caring what our guards had in mind about us.
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11 February 2015

A Quarrel In My Street

                  A Quarrel In My Street
It is quite natural for the people who live side by side to quarrel, just as it is good for them to live in peace and harmony. But good neighbors resort more to peace and friendship than to quarrels and fights.

Yesterday, a serious quarrel took place in the streets in which I live. A small boy was playing with a ball. He would throw it and run after it, in order to catch it. Sometimes, he would strike it against the ground and stand there admiring it as it bounced high above his head. A dog belonging to our next-door neighbors was also running about in the street. Seeing the boy running after the ball, the dog, too, decided to join in the chase. But no sooner did the dog approach, the boy than he began to cry out of fear. His mother came out of the house and finding that the dog had frightened her son. Began to curse all the stray dogs and their careless masters.

This was not a direct attack but the lady to whom the dog belonged made no mistake as to whom it was really meant for. She began to curse all those parents who could not prevent their children from Straying into the streets and public thorough-faces. Finding herself outwitted at the art of indirect attach the first woman resorted to open hostility and shouted at and cursed the other with all the fluency of abuse that she commanded. I wonder if any historian. Past or present. Could faithfully describe the various attacks and counter-attacks that took place.

When the ladies, if so we call them had shouted themselves hoarse, the husband of the first called her back, and, at the same time, said something indecent and impolite about other. This was too much for the husband of the other to let go unchallenged. He dashed out of the house cursing the other for his meanness in joining in a quarrel between their wives, and threatened to hit him. Little daunted by this threat, the other brought out his shotgun. Saying. I will shoot down your dog and then you for causing all this trouble. If you shoot down my dog. I will shoot down your son, said the other while running back for his own gun.

Knowing their husband's tempers well, the two ladies decided to cease-fire at once. And each began to push back her husband, trying to snatch back the gun from his hands and imploring him not to use force. One did not relish the idea of her son being shot dead. While the other could not afford to see her husband hanged or imprisoned for murder.

The quarrel ended with the parties having returned indoors.

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8 February 2015

A Public Lecture I Attended

                A Public Lecture I Attended
Points: A lecture to be delivered by Mr.A - In the Civic Centre Hali - The President was requested to take the chair- The president introduced the speaker - The speaker spoke on the unity of the Muslim World The presidential remarks - Thanks to the chair and the speaker.

It was announced the other day in the news papers that a lecture was to be delivered by Mr A in the Civic Centre Hall on the 20th, January at 6 P.M. Since I had never heard this great orator before, so I made up my mind not to miss this opportunity. I reached there an hour earlier with a hope to get a good seat but I was surprised to find that the hall was packed with people. Many of them sat in the gallery, but a few also sat on chairs on the dias. They were the respectable and influential people of the society.

At about five minutes to SIX, the organizer of meeting asked the people to keep quiet. Mr.L was then proposed to take the chair. He took his seat amidst loud cheers. The function started with the recitation from the Holy Quran. Mr. L -then introducing the speaker said that Mr.A is a well-known person and does not require introduction at my hands. He is a great orator and a true patriot. We shall all be delighted to hear him. After this he called upon the speaker to address the meeting. When Mr.A rose to speak, pin-drop silence prevailed everywhere. He said that the Subject of his speech was the unity of the Muslim World. At this everybody felt much interested. In the course of his speech he traced the causes of the downfall of Muslims all over the world. "We should love and tolerate each other," he said, "and respect each other's feelings. We are all Muslims and we should act and behave like Muslims. He gave a clarion call to the Muslims to come back to religion. He advised the Muslims to shun their petty differences and form an united front against their common enemy. The Muslims, so long, followed the teachings of Islam remained supreme. The remedy of our problems lies in the Holy Quran but unfortunately we have set it aside. Our fan from moral and spiritual ideals proved a dire tragedy for us. He bitterly criticized the super powers for their anti-Muslim policies. He quoted, for example, the Russian occupation of Afghanistan. The Americans, too, are not the friends of Muslims. We have to build up own forces. Unity is the dire need of the time. But if we quarrel with each other we shall come to grief. At the end of his speech he sat down admits deafening cheers by the people assembled there.

The President of the meeting then rose to speak. He paid rich tributes to the speaker and praised for his courage and ability. When the President sat down the Secretary came forward and proposed a vote of thanks to the chair and the speaker. After this the meeting came to an end.
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6 February 2015

A Practical Joke

A practical joke is a trick played upon a person to annoy him and to amuse others. Practical jokes are pleasant as long as the persons ridiculed are not hurt physically or put to any serious material loss. The most appropriate time for practical jokes in schools in the first of April.

On the first of the April, this year, some boarders in our school hostel decided to play trick on the hostel master and on the headmaster of our school one of the rooms in the boarding house was tightly bolted for the inside. The occupant then jumped out through the ventilator and hid himself in an adjoining room. He had left a heap of smoldering coal under a table.

The boy was very found of eating corn roasted on coal. It was reported that he had 'smuggled' some coal into his room the night before. Presumably, he had not taken his cobs to the kitchen, lest other boarders should eat some of them. Carbon dioxide produced by the burning coal was feared to have killed the boy, while asleep The story was' so logically planned and so c1everly told that it was readily accepted as genuine.

The hostel master was the first to be informed of the incident. He rushed t6 the scene. There he saw puffs of smoke coming out through the ventilators, and from under the door. He was very much perplexed. Some dose friends of the 'dead' boy, who did not know the truth of the matter, were in tears.

The hostel master decided to break the door open. But one of the boys responsible for the trick suggested that this should not be done without the headmaster's permission. No such permission was needed but he decided to act upon this advice. The headmaster was sent for. On arrival, he was informed that the 'dead' boy had burnt coal in his room to roast maize. This being an unusual practice in a boarding house, the headmaster became very angry with the hostel master for allowing it to happen. He told him that he had miserably failed to do his duty, and threatened to take action against him. The latter replied that he made it a practice to visit every room in the hostel at least once a night. As a matter of fact, he had visited that room the previous night and had a long talk with its occupant. He had seen no coal or maize in the room. The headmaster refused to believe his story.www.Essayinenglishforfree.Blogspot.com 
At last the door of the room was forced open, and we all rushed in. The headmaster pulled away the sheet covering the bed. There was no one there. Instead, there was a large placard. It read. April Fool

All the boys laughed a seeing this. The hostel master felt a little relieved, but the headmaster was very angry. On his way out of the boarding house, he was greeted by the boy who had earlier been feared to be dead. This made us laugh more loudly than before, even the headmaster smiled.

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3 February 2015

A Picnic

A Picnic
Our classmate, Salman head is always full of ideas. His suggestions are timely and often very interesting'.

One day before the Summer holidays this year, he suggested that we should visit the Clifton during the holidays. The suggestion was favorably received, and it was decided that the party should leave for Clifton at 6.30a.m On 21 August. Money required for the trip was collected on the spot. Salman and chosen to be our leader. He was also entrusted with the purchase of food and drinks to be taken along with us.

Two buses were chartered to take the party to and fro. At 5.30 a.m. on the appointed day, we met at a previously arranged spot. The buses arrived at 5.45a.m. And the party left for Clifton at 6 a.m.

As soon as the buses began to move, songs broke out inside them. Some of us sang ourselves hoarse while many others played on all sorts of musical instruments that they had brought with them. Only a few kept sitting quietly and they were gradually pushed into the corners. The buses halted once or twice to pick up some of our classmates who live in along the way. We reached Clifton at 8.30 a.m.

Two launches were hired to take us to the sea. The sea was as calm and smooth as pond the cruise, therefore was very pleasant. Some of us had binoculars. With these we could see and admire the scenery on the shore, as if we had been right there. We learnt that we should have to walk a mile or so to reach the famous beach of our destination. This perplexed some of us, but it could hardly carry anything besides our food and drinks. We had to walk to the beach.

We chose a shady spot on the beach for putting down our things. Soon afterwards, we put on our bathing trunks and jumped into the sea. We swam, ran about on the beach and took many photographs of one another. After about two hours, when we felt tired and hungry, we returned to the tree under which we had left our belongings. Here we ate up whatever food we had brought along. Other hired a boat and went fishing.

At 4.30 p.m. our leader ordered us to pack up for the return journey. The journey from Clifton to our hometown was uneventful there was no signing either.
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28 January 2015

A pakistani fair

v Points : The occasion of the fair - Different kinds of people are found in the fair - Places of amusement in the fair – Shops in the fair  Small exhibition advantages and disadvantages of fair.
v The best attended fairs that I have ever witnessed tire those that held every year in my village, on the occasion of the 'Urs' of a great Muslim Saint, Hazrat Shahbaz Qalandar.
v They are attended by thousands of people from far and near. A few days before the fair is held, the tomb is whitewashed, the houses repaired and the premises thoroughly cleaned. The custodians of the shrine are dressed in their best. They are very civil to the pilgrims who came in streams to pay their homage to the departed saint. Their civility, however, is not completely disinterested. They wish to impress upon the pilgrims the saintliness of their own character, so that the shrine may become all the more popular in the neighborhood, and the offerings of pious pilgrims the larger, year after year.
v All sorts of people attend the fair at the shrine. The beggars in their rags line the route to it on both sides, and
v solicit our charity in many ways. You pity the blind beggar, because he is deprived of his eye-sight. And you cannot ignore the cripple either. The leper shunned by everybody is there, and the pauper also flits about like a ghost.
v Pakistani fair does not, however, possess only a religious significance. People go to a fair for the sake of merry-making and enjoyment, and surely one can find various kinds of enjoyments there. At one place you see a merry-go-round with its load of gay children and proud young men whirling in the air. At another place you find the juggler showing his tricks. Acrobats and rope-dancers also perform their feats in a corner. A company of strolling players has also pitched its tent there, though the admission to their performance is by tickets. There is a travelling circus too, admission to which is by tickets costing fifty paisa’s and a rupee.
v A Pakistani Mela, however, does not provide entertainment only. It also provides the people with a market for their goods. The people of the neighborhood get an opportunity of buying and selling their wares. There are some fairs. Where cattle are sold, but at most of these fairs the chief articles or consumption are the sweetmeats and the other eatables. The confectioner displays his wares to the best advantage, and tempts every passer-by to purchase something or the other. Nor are the peddlers wanting in anything. They sell pins, brooches, bangles, and other trinkets to woman and children.
v Advantage is sometimes taken of these fairs to hold exhibitions on a small scale. These exhibitions are meant to show us how we can improve agriculture by using better seeds, better oxen, and better implements. There are places where we are told how we can decrease the death-rate of children, improve the sanitation of our homes and the village, and live more hygienically. All these are very necessary.


v On the whole, these fairs serve a very useful purpose. They encourage trade, and enable the people to meet and discuss questions that affect their daily life. In times of an epidemic, however, these fairs become a source of great danger. They spread disease from man to man and from one village to another, and should on such occasions be disallowed by the Government.
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22 December 2014

A Noble Deed

v One, day, during the last term-holidays, i took my bicycle and went to ride round the town. As I was cycling along the road in front of the Local General Hospital, I saw a horrible sight. A station wagon which was coming towards the town from the  opposite direction suddenly swerved to the right and crashed into a tree by the roadside. The driver of the vehicle, a young boy, was seriously wounded. The passengers, all young boys and girls, escaped unhurt.

v As the accident had occurred right in front of the hospital, the boy was quickly taken to the 'casualty ward'. Out of curiosity to know his fate, I accompanied the friends of the wounded boy. The attendants and the doctors on duty decided, after examining him thoroughly, that there was a chance of his surviving his wounds and injuries, if blood transfusion could be given to him.

v They tested his blood. Enquiries from the 'Blood Bank' at the hospital revealed that there was no stock of the particular group of blood could be contacted at such a short notice.

v The doctors then asked the friends of the wounded boy, who was unconscious to offer their own blood to save I him. A heavy silence fell upon them. Most of them lowered their heads and left the ward one after another.One of those left behind pleaded illness. Another said that his doctor had prohibited him to give blood. Only one of them did not refuse to give blood but it so happened that his blood was not of the right group. The doctor shook his head in despair.

v Taking pity on the unfortunate boy, I offered my blood. They took a sample of it, tested it, and found it to be of the required type. Then they led me to another room, where they took the required quantity of blood from my body. When I had sufficiently recovered from the temporary weakness caused by the loss of blood I returned home.

v A day or two later, my father read in a newspaper the account of the accident. It ended with a note saying that the wounded boy was then well on the road to recovery and that he owed his life to a stranger who had voluntarily donated blood to save him. His parents were trying to contact him in order to reward him handsomely.

v When I told my father that I was that, stranger' be was very proud of me,' and congratulated me on the praise worthy deed I had done. Of course, he forbade me to accept any reward for it.

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10 December 2014

A Nightmare

v Last night I 'accompanied one of my friends to see an Indian film. The story was about a magician who used his knowledge only to trouble other people. He had a host of witches, demons, and other supernatural beings at his command. At a signal from him, mountains were broken asunder, and a cloudless sky sent down rain in torrents. At a touch, he turned living beings into stones' or changed their appearance altogether. A beautiful girls who refused, to marry him was changed into an ugly witch. He made her sit upon a broomstick and fly with him wherever he went.
v Returning home, I took a heavy meal and straightway went to bed. In my sleep I was carried by four demons to a lovely country. I was taken to the king who was then holding his court. He must be at least 100 feet tall and rather too broad for his height. His ears were as big as the wings of a large aero plane. Each of his nostrils were like a room. His teeth were long and sharp like swords,
v He was talking to his courtiers and enjoying a 'light' meal. Heaped in front of him were about 20 carcasses of various animals. Some of these animals were still alive. It did not require much effort on his part to lift an ox by the tail and place it into his cavernous mouth. Once the animal had been safely deposited there, his teeth went into action, and, in no time cut it into hundreds of pieces, large and small. These he swallowed in a gulp. It took him hardly five minutes to finish his meal, which he washed down with a tank full of wine. I trembled to see all these actions, but was relieved to learn from one of the demons, who could speak my language that the king did not like to eat human flesh. It was too soft and was considered nutritious enough.
v The king fell asleep as soon as the meal was over. A demon lifted me high in his hand and said, You will now enter the mouth of his majesty.He cannot keep his mouth shut while asleep. Flies and other insects fly in and disturb him. Handing over a lamp and a broom to me, he continued. You will find your way with this lamp, and use this broom to sleep away all insects; you will be severely dealt with.
v Holding the lamp and broom in the hand I entered the mouth of the demon king. I took up my position at the entrance to the king's throat. He snored very loudly and when he breathed, air passed in and out of his belly with such terrific speed that once or twice I was almost blown off my feet. When he breathed in, large swarms of insects were helplessly sucked into this mouth. They were usually large for example; the flies were as large as tennis ball. I had a hard time killing them or push.ing them out of his mouth. Soon I was completely exhausted and felt so week that I could no longer stay on my feet. The king too, appeared to be breathing faster than ever. Once when I was a bit off, guard, he breathed so heavily that I was carried by the wind right out of his mouth and catapulted over the walls of the palace. As I was falling, I cried out as loudly as I could.

v I was awakened by my own cries. I found myself lying on the floor beside my bed. My parents and all my brothers and sisters were standing around me.
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7 December 2014

A Night In A Deserted House

v As I was returning home after visiting a relative in an out of the way kampong one afternoon a few years ago, it began to rain heavily. My way lay along the edge of a rubber state, which had been deserted, being too old to be managed profitably. Presumably it had to be burnt down and replanted. There was a two -storey bungalow in the estate. As I approached the building I found that it had been deserted too.
v Pushing my bicycle into the porch I rested it against a wall and entered the deserted house. One of the rooms upstairs still had all its doors and windows intact its floor too, was cleaner than that of any other room in the house. Here I took off my clothes and squeezed as much water out of them as I could. Putting them on again, I sat down, waiting for the rain to stop or abate sufficiently to enable me to resume my journey.
v I waited there till well after sunset, but the rain still continued. Ultimately I lost all hope of returning home that night. As I sat there brooding over my hopeless position. I fell asleep. I did not know how long I had slept but when I woke, the rain had stopped, though the sky was still overcast with clouds. There was a strong wind, which occasionally blew with such fury that it crashed against the doors and windows of the house with a terrific noise.
v I lay awake on the floor, when I heard men's voices in the distance. I became quite alarmed when I remembered that the surrounding jungle was a frequent haunt of gangsters and criminal wanted by the police. Some such 'bad character might be heading for that house for taking shelter there for the night. Alternatively, they might be policemen in search of some wanted criminals. What would they take me to be on finding me there The third possibility was that they were some travelers who, like me, had been delayed by rain The only fear from that source was that they might take away my bicycle. Luckily for me nobody approached the house.
v Presently, I heard the roar of a tiger besides this there were the howls of many other wild animals. Every moment I expected one or another of these animals to push open the door of my room. Later that night, the wild animals stopped howling. Now the only noise I heard was that made by the strong wind opening and shutting the doors and windows in all parts of the house. This reminded me of ghosts, for I had heard that ghosts usually haunt large deserted buildings. I had to stay awake in that dark room with its doors and windows securely bolted praying that the morning might find me safe and sound.
v My happiness knew no bounds when the night was over, and I was able to resume my journey home.

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