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The monotony and solitude of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind - Albert Einstein

Be Creative!

Hi Children,

It is a pleasure to go through your essays, poems and drawings. They all display your creativity. We have read masterpieces written by great authors, and seen eye-catching paintings by world famous painters. Such creative work make an everlasting impression on us.

But let us not limit ourselves to writing and painting alone. What about the amazing technological creations that have been introduced by great innovators? According to Steve Jobs who is known as 'a charismatic pioneer of the personal computer revolution', innovation distinguishes between a leader and a follower.

You all may have hidden talents. It is necessary to understand what your skills are. Some times it is your parents, teachers or your close friends who will identify your hidden talents. Yet there are times when some of us choose the wrong fields ignoring the field we are good at.

Always know what your talents are and use them. Be creative. I am sure great innovators, writers and painters of the future are among you.

Bye for now,

Sanju
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Holiday in Anuradhapura

I longed for the December holidays as it gave me a chance of visiting my grandparents in Anuradhapura. When they saw me and my family their faces lit up. The welcome was wonderful. My cousins were already there. What a pleasant surprise.

Lunch time drew nearer. We wanted to go for a bath. But before that lunch had to be prepared. My father and my uncle went to the fair to buy some fresh fruits. My aunt prepaired rice. My mother cut and washed vegetables. My grandmother added the condiments and cooked the curries. It was pleasant to see evryone working together and helping each other. This made me realize how household chores can be enjoyable when everyone helps in some small way.

During our stay there we spent hours swimming, washing clothes and bathing in ‘Nuwara wewa.’ I never knew that washing clothes in ‘Nuwara wewa’ was such fun. We always did justice to grandmother’s specialities that included red rice, jack curry and fried thilapiya.

In the evening we had walks and saw the paddy swaying in the breeze. It was very beautiful. Sometimes we sat around our grandparents, engrossed in listening to stories of ancient times.

The cloud that set in on the day of departure was soon lifted with the thoughts of the next holiday.

Malith Danushka

Sailan International School, grade 9A


Myself

My name is Sandaruvie Lakna. I am six years old.I study at Vidyakara Balika Vidyalaya. I am in Grade Two. My father's name is Kithsiri. My mother's name is Kalhari. My father is an engineer. My mother is a teacher. I like to eat pizza. I learn Dhamma at Sambodhi Vihara.My favourite colour is blue. I want to be a doctor.

Sandaruvie Lakna Rajasuriya
Grade 2
Kulasekara Vidyakara Balika Vidyalaya,
Maharagama.


A dialogue between a naughty schoolboy and a teacher

Once there was a naughty boy who was very lazy and the teacher got so tired of this naughty boy and wanted to teach him a lesson.

Teacher - (Pointing the cane at the boy) there is a stupid and a very lazy person at the end of this stick.

Boy - Which end sir?

Teacher - Alright if you can be so smart tell me where is Sydney?

Boy - Oh, Sir do you know him he lives five doors away from our house. I will ask him whether he knows you.

Teacher - no fool, I didn't ask about your neighbour. I asked about Sydney in Australia.

Boy - Sir you got that wrong. Sydney is .....

Teacher - How can you say that? I passed all the exams and went to university and became a teacher. I know that Sydney is a city in Australia.

Boy - I did not mean that Sir. What I was going to say is that he is not our neighbour, he is our servant. Our neighbour is a grumpy old man, if he hears that you called him our servant, he would grind you into a meat loaf unless I say him to stop. Our other......

Teacher - shut up. I am not bothered how your neighbours look or how they will grind me. All I am bothered about now is you. I know that you were not paying a little attention to what I am teaching.

Boy - I am paying as little as I can.

Teacher - That is quite enough of the argument for today (The teacher opens a book and starts teaching). Today children we are going to learn about Norway. It has long dark winters and short summers and they have pine forests and wolves live in them and......(The boy interrupts)

Boy - Sir, do pine.....

Teacher - How many times have I told you not to interrupt. Raise your hand. If you have a question next time. What do you want to know?

Boy - Sir, do pineapples grow in pine trees? And do wolves eat them?(Bell rings)

Teacher - Aiyee .... that is it. I cannot suffer this anymore straight into the office you go.

Boy - Yes, sir

Teacher - Cheeky, kid

Raveera, Grade 9

Sailan International School


Lesson from the yellow digger:

Lesson from the yellow digger

Ashan watched his brother, Romesh opening his birthday presents. Today was Romesh's fifth birthday. When Romesh opened the present father and mother had given him he jumped up and down with joy. He held the toy digger in his hands and meddled with the remote control. Then he ran to his father and begged him to show how to make the yellow digger work.

There was a present for Ashan too from his parents, even though today was not his birthday; three Famous Five books by Enid Blyton, neatly wrapped in colorful paper.

But watching Romesh playing with the digger, Ashan wished he too had got a toy digger instead of the books.

“Come into the garden with me to play with the digger,” suggested Romesh to his elder brother.

“You play with it,” said Ashan and walked into his bedroom. He threw the books onto his desk and stared angrily out of the window. He saw Romesh making the yellow digger carry handfuls of soil from one end of the front yard to the other.

Ashan was jealous of his brother. He decided his parents had given such a lovely toy to Romesh and a set of books to him because they loved Romesh more.

That night after everyone had gone to bed Ashan came to the sitting room. He took the yellow digger into his hands and searched for a place to hide it. He wanted to stop Romesh from playing with it in the morning. He decided to keep the yellow digger behind his father's books on the top shelf of the cupboard in the sitting room.

But the shelf was far too high and Ashan found it difficult to take the books down in order to hide the digger. As he tried to reach the bookshelf on his toes, he lost his balance. When he grabbed one of the doors of the cupboard to stop himself from falling, a glass ornament kept on the shelf below fell to the floor and broke into pieces. Ashan started to collect the broken pieces of glass, hoping no one would have heard the sound of the crash. Suddenly he gave a loud cry. A piece of glass had cut his finger.

Someone switched on the lights in the sitting room. “What are you doing?” asked his father, rushing to Ashan's side. He inspected Ashan's finger. “You have cut yourself very badly. But if we bandage it tightly you will be alright,” said father. After he had treated Ashan, father asked him what he had been doing in the sitting room when he should have been in bed. Ashan told his father how much he loved Romesh's toy digger and how he had wanted to hurt Romesh by hiding the digger behind the books inside the cupboard.

“But you got a present too,” father reminded Ashan.
“Books” said Ashan unhappily.
“Bring one of the books to me and I will read it to you,” said father.

Ashan sat in his father's lap and listened to the Adventures of the Famous Five; George whose real name was Georgina, her cousins, Julian, Dick and Anne. They had a dog too called Timothy. After reading two chapters from the book father suggested they go to bed.

“Oh, let me stay up father and read the rest of the story by myself,” begged Ashan.
“I thought you did not like the book,” said father.
“I do. I did not know the stories are so good.”
Father laughed. “Do you still want to hide Romesh's digger?” he asked.

“No” said Ashan. “It was wrong of me to have wanted to hurt Romesh”.He pointed to the bandage on his finger. “This is the punishment I got for being jealous.

“Yes” said father. “You must never be jealous of anyone. When you are jealous and unhappy, you hurt yourself more than anyone else.”

Before he went to bed Ashan placed the digger back where Romesh had kept it. He hoped Romesh will have lots of fun playing with the new toy.

-Aditha

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Coconut trees Horse riding Kites Peacock in the jungle
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Kegalle Central College
Kegalle, Grade 04
Dinidu Pahasara
3C
Keenadaniya Primary School
Thisum Adheesha Uduwaralle
Tinytots Montessory
Kiribathkumbura
Damsara Wijesinghe
Tiny Treasures Montessori
Colombo - 08
A ship My family My house
Chamika Nethsara Wickramarachchi
PG - C, Lyceum International School
Yakkala
PA Amanda
Sujatha Vidyalaya
Nugegoda, Class 2-A
Senadi Nimsandi Kahadoowaarachchi
Sujatha Vidyalaya
Nugegoda, Class 2-B


 

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