Children
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
[email protected]
Coconut trees |
Horse riding |
Kites |
Peacock in the jungle |
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Uvindu
Samarasinghe
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 |
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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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