essay on an Ideal Student

Let us analyze and understand who really is a student? A student is one who studies and then uses his knowledge in the best possible way. Thus, when the basic definition of a student is, one who studies. Who would then be termed as a good student? Who would be an ideal student?

An ideal student would obviously be one who studies carefully, assimilates all that he studies and then, above all, utilizes all his knowledge to the best of his capacity.

This would imply that, besides becoming knowledgeable himself, an ideal student would be the one who would willingly help the weaker students to at least attain the basic standard. He should be the one on whom all hopes of friends and teachers should be pinned.

In the absence of a teacher, this student must be able to take the responsibility of controlling the class and help the weak classmates in their studies. An ideal student is one who, besides studying just the course books also ventures to study environment, human nature, and all else that is around him.

We normally call a child big or small studying in a school or college - a student. However, this is a misnomer. All of us, no matter how old or young, should always have the spirit of a student. Every day of life, and every incident of life is a lesson for us - students to learn.

This means that, the spectrum of studentship is very vast, and includes all- yes, all of us. On a wider plane thus, a student is a person who studies, everyone, everywhere and all the time. Thus, with this concept of a student, a good student would be one who keeps his/her eyes open all the time, throughout life.

A student must, in all earnestness always be absolutely alert to all that is around him for, only then will he be able to learn from what he see and hears.

For an ideal student, the world is a learning ground, and everything is a lesson. A good, an ideal student will never leave any stone unturned to gain more and more knowledge from where ever he can, and every one can be his teacher. The more he looks around the more experience and expertise a student will attain.

Thus, we can say that, an ideal student is one who, firstly, continues to learn, and his horizons of studies are just limitless. Secondly, he continues to remain alert all the time, and picking up threads of knowledge from the smallest of happenings.

This is my definition and expectation from an ideal student -he is a person with an insatiable thirst for knowledge - and he likes to spread it to all he meets all through his life. An ideal student is one who knows the fact that, spreading of knowledge will enrich him further, and not make him lose his stores of knowledge.

An ideal student is thus one who does not keep his knowledge closed to his heart but likes to help others also in becoming knowledgeable.

Essay on An Autobiography of a Stray Cow

I am a stray cow moving aimlessly on the roads, being eschewed by one and all, being beaten by some and being held in low esteem by one and all.

I was not always like this, for, till some time back I had a nice comfortable house and was pampered by my master, and lived in the company of my friends. However, a few months back, I was literally thrown out of my house, the reason being that now I do not give the desired milk to my master for his business.

Due to my inability of giving milk any more, my master has left me to fend for myself, on the roads of the town. In this way, I have joined the huge number of such unlucky cattle all left to stray about on the roads, and fend for them.

Now only I have come to know that, men who keep and maintain cows and even buffaloes for milk, throw them out when they stop providing them with milk. This is exactly what has happened to me, and now I am left by my master on the roads to look after myself.

I often wonder what will happen to me when I fall ill or get old - the very thought unnerves me, and I feel so very depressed that I even wish to commit suicide. However, God has not given me and my tribe the capacity to commit ourselves to death.

Now that I am wandering on the roads for most of the time, I can be a danger to men moving about on the roads, and harm them with my horns, that are pointed enough to wound or even kill man. At times when men hit me with stones or sticks I do show them my horns but, I have not yet harmed anyone.

My life consists now only in looking for food to satisfy my hunger. I wander from road to road and house to house, so much so that I even dip into the dustbins to look for some eatables. Even after all the efforts, I rarely succeed in getting a fill to my satisfaction. However, this is my daily routine as, after all I have to live as long God ordains.

My sadness knows no bounds when I see my friends, cattle of, may be better breeds being lovingly looked after taken for morning and evening grazing to large fields where, besides getting full and sumptuous meals they can even breathe clean and fresh air of open space.

I then feel that there is no love for me and that, I am destined to be hated and scorned and all that, just because I have in the natural way, stopped serving the selfish being that is - MAN.

Many a time I see several of my clan being moved in huge trucks and, when I come to learn that they are all being taken to be slaughtered for man's food, I understand how selfish this being man is. With this feeling I even stop looking for food.

Thinking of all this that we cows are destined to face, I sometimes feel like cursing myself and my breed - Oh! God what did I do to earn this fate at the feet of man?

With pangs of depressions I, at times even get involved in fights with my own clan, and get badly hurt. However, this injury means nothing to poor creatures like me. Life goes on, without treatment, without rest and without care. With all this, the daily routine of hunting for food has to continue as, who will give me any food if I do not get it for myself.

At times I wonder to myself if there could be any other living being who leads a life as miserable as mine - a stray cow. All the time I pray to God that HE help me out of this life, and give me death so that can be born in a better life of a better species. A stray cow is one living being who is not cared for, not loved, and not wanted.

The worst experience of this life is when we cows are abandoned by our masters for no fault of ours, i.e. when we stop giving milk. I get such a feeling of nausea when I think of the selfishness of man, and, see how he treats other living beings.

For, a long time I served my master, and in my hey days I bore six calves and gave him hundreds of kilograms of milk and as soon as I stopped that, he threw me out. This is the tragedy of my life and the life of all my clan. I was also once well looked after and now my end will be on the road, I do not know when but I do hope soon.

Essay on An Autobiography Of A Diamond

I am given to understand that, my beauty is unmatched, and so is my value in money. It is believed that I am the treasure for the elite rich of any society. A diamond is, I believe a very expensive stone, and, as for me -I am a complete set of several diamonds neatly set in platinum.'

Regarding my birth, I am not at all aware of the time and the place, but I remember my younger days when I was being set in the platinum frame.

When each diamond was being cut and polished, I very distinctly remember many of the little ones screeched in pain, but when they were all set together into one big piece of jewellery, it became a beautiful set - that is ME. Yes I do agree there is no gain without pain, so, only after all the diamonds bore the pain of being cut to size, the result was the beautiful ME.

After being made to completion, I was placed in a case of maroon velvet and packed up. Now, I consist of six different items of jewellery i.e. one necklace, two bangles, two earrings, and one ring.

When I am fixed in slot set for me in one big box, and I see my reflection in the glass in front of me, even I wonder at my excellent beauty and shine and dance with joy in my heart. I am settled in a jewellery shop in an area called Connaught Place.

Here, I lie sometimes in the showcase, at other times in a Godrej Safe in the shop. Inside the Safe, I am believed to be secure, but believe me I get suffocated there and my prayers go out to God to send a customer quickly, who would take me out of this congestion.

However, when i am set in the showcase outside enjoy myself. I can see people coming in and going out, discussing jewels and other things of importance and most of all enjoy people coming to see me and praise me. This praise boosts my spirit and feels that after all life is not really bad here even in the shop. All this makes me feel fresh and alive till, I am once again put inside the locker of the Godrej Safe.

This continued to be my routine life and to be honest at times I even wondered why I had to be so beautiful and expensive that I have to bear the pain of a long boredom, and no one wants to buy me and give me a new lease of life elsewhere. While these thoughts were growing at me, at last, one day, I found my way to the hearts of a family.

One fine day while I was inside the safe, a family called by the name of Taneja came to the shop. They asked my master if he could show them something in diamonds. This request of the Tanejas helped me come out of the safe as, at that time, I was the only diamond set at the shop.

As soon as I was placed in front of the family, their young daughter, a bride-to-be jumped at me and requested her parents who were with her, to buy me forthwith. Since they had come to buy jewellery for her trousseau, the deal was struck at once and lo! and behold! at last I had found my rightful place in the beautiful neck, ears and arm of the lovely girl Vijayata.

My present status, as I write this is that, I am a part of the girl's dowry and waiting to adorn the young girl when she becomes a bride.

It is my proud privilege to belong to such an elite family - and that also to none other than their lovely daughter, and still further, of being a part of her trousseau. I am eagerly waiting for the big day when Vijayata will don me and people will admire me and appreciate me.

It is by now certain that, there is no second to me in any jewellery shop at least in Delhi - that is not my version, that is what I often heard the customers at the shop say to my master.

Now, my dear owner is keeping me safe inside her locker, once again to feel suffocated, though the pleasure of having this cute owner duly compensates for my troubles and woes. I have to remember all the time that, this is all in store for someone who is the best.

Autobiography of a Cricket Ball

I am now in a completely shattered condition. Though I am useless now, I once led an active and exciting life. So I shall tell you my tale if you have the patience to listen to it.

I looked smart and strong as I lay with other sorts of goods in the window of a sports shop. One morning, the secretary of a Cricket Club came to my master's shop. As soon as he noticed me, he fell in love with me at first sight. He lost no time in buying me.

The next day I was taken to the play-field. Everyone liked my smooth skin and bright red colour. That day stands out in my memory because on that day I appeared on the open field in a great match. The game started, the bowler began to bowl me towards the batsman. The batsman hit me very hard. I often ran to the boundary. The spectators were pleased and excited. They cheered and danced with joy. But alas I They got their pleasure from my pain. The players continued to hit me very hard. But I patiently bore all this ill-treatment to please the spectators.

Continuous hitting began to tell upon my beauty. I lost my former beauty. ¹ became unfit for work. I began to show signs of wear and tear. Then I was discarded and given to the club peon. Now the club peon's son plays with ^me- He hits me, kicks me and knocks me around. Oh! What a fall I have suffered. But such is life-one rises only to fall.

Autobiography of an Old Coat(short)

I shall not bore you by giving you a detailed account of my early life. Let me begin my story with the happiest chapter of my early life. How well' remember the day when a handsome young college boy entered my master's shop. He took no time at all to decide that he wanted me. He bought me at once. How proud I was to walk out of that shop in his company! I felt that we had much in common. We were both young and handsome.

I was made of soft material. I was quite proud of my beauty. I was dearly bought and also dearly loved by my master. He showed me off with great pride wherever he went out. All his college companions admired me.

My devotion to my master was very great. I did not mind undergoing any pain to please my master. I had to pay regular visits to the laundry. The laundry-man was a heartless fellow. He bailed me, wrung me and then hung me out in the burning heat of the sun. Last of all I was pressed down with a very hot iron. This meant more torture for me. Yet I bore my sufferings cheerfully. I knew that my snow-white appearance would make my master look more attractive.

Happiness never lasts long. Age began to tell upon my health. I lost my youthful beauty. I looked old and worn out. My master went in for a new coat. I was given away as a present to his old servant. The old man was delighted to have me, but I did not share his joy. It was a great fall in life for me. I put up with my present life as I have no choice in the matter. When I think of my past happiness, it makes me feel very miserable and unhappy.

Essay in English language on An Autobiography of a Pair of Spectacles

Spectacles - Yes, I am a pair of spectacles and that also a beautiful one indeed, an expensive one and one belonging to a unique person.

Spectacles are an item of utility which people wear when their eyes become weak. With lenses of the power required, the weak eyes can see better and this is of course true of all of us. However, so much being common to all of my clan, I am sure you would like to know more about my life.

Since, I am an individual different to the common class of spectacles. Oh God, I hear my make which people of fashion call the brand name, my brand name being Ray Ban. I believe this brand is a very costly brand of spectacles which can be afforded only by the rich and the elite class of the society.

Thus, as soon as this brand name was affixed to me, I was sure that I would certainly be owned by someone from the class of the elite.

For several days I lay dejected and bored at one of the outlets of Ray Ban spectacles in a Mumbai market, the name of which I do not remember. My friends, my neighbors were being bought one after the other, and the delay in my Purchase depressed me and, I started wondering why I was not being chosen by any of the customers.

All kinds of thoughts came to my mind, was I ugly, was I defective or handicapped -I just could not understand why, after all why was I not liked by anyone. While I was terribly done out with such depressing thoughts of pessimism ^ally my luck smiled at me.

It was early in the morning and the showroom was all set, for the day's sales, and, just as I was thinking of what the day would bring for me, a very beautiful young girl stepped into the showroom, and, came towards my counter, and so much so, I could see her pinning her eyes on me.

At once she really came to my counter and straight away, asked the salesman for my price and, on hearing the price she stated in a low voice that, I was too expensive, but that she wanted just me. I was taken out from the shelf and handed over to the packer to pack me.

Aha! I was so excited why, do you know? My excitement was for more than one reason Firstly, I was happy that I had finally been bought, and that also by a cute young girl. Secondly, what gave me great pleasure and a boost to my moral was that, I now came to know that, I lay in the shop for so long not because I was not liked but that, I was too expensive for many to afford.

This thought led me to believe that, I must be better than the others of my clan and believe me I was on top of the world with this thought.

This was, however, not the end of my excitement, for; soon I came to know that, the young girl who had bought me was none other than the heartthrob of millions - Ms. Karishma Kapoor. She had to wear me in some of the scenes of her latest film so she had purchased me.

This new home of mine was a palace and the new mistress no less than a princess. Besides Karishma, all the other inmates of the house were also just lovely and lovable how my fate had chosen me as the lucky one - is just unimaginable.

I am now with Karishma and she always carries me with her in her purse. Though, in the four walls of the purse I do get suffocated yet, the idea that, it is Karishma's purse, gives me a lot of relief. She handles me with great love and care and the touch of her delicate hand make me feel cajoled and loved.

Presently, as I write this, my life is just wonderful and' am sure this life will continue to be so, till my mistress' wants me. I know you will not be able to imagine the finer feeling I get when I adorn her beautiful face, and with her, I also start feeling beautiful.

I pray to God that this wonderful life continues and I also pray for the well being of my young owner. All that I can say now in this happy sojourn of life is that, may God bless my mistress with the entire world's success, and all happiness to her loving family.

484 Words Essay on the Autobiography of a Newspaper

At the moment I am crumpled and rather dirty. But I was smart and crisp and smelled fresh when I emerged from the printing machine. My great name was to be seen in big capitals. Hundreds of people were waiting outside the press to buy me. They cast their eager glances at the latest news - the cure for cancer, the transplantation of the heart; and so on - that I carried.

As the demand for us was so great, my companions and I were hardly dry before a man came and bundled us, only to throw us into a white van parked outside the press. The old driver was in a great hurry and soon we were bumping along towards the airport.

At the aerodrome, we were all thrown into the hands of a pale girl. She ripped the bundle mercilessly with a sharp knife and handed in some of us to a waiting vendor. The burly fellow tucked some of us (including myself) and began to shout at the top of his bull - necked voice," Paper! Paper." A pretty girl from Kerala, Miss Mary Thomas, who was going in her Standard car, bought me. I was soon taken to her flat on Tagore Road, Santacruz.

Mary took me to her parents, brothers and sisters. Each one stroked me in turn and for some time, there was a tussle among her little brothers and sisters to snatch me from one another's hands. However, in course of time, they got fed up with me and I was thrown out of the window into the dustbin. Mary took pity on me and brought me back to her flat. She then put me on a shelf in her study - room.

At last, I was left in peace. However, I was sent for, a couple of times when Mary's fiancée and her friends came to see her. By the next morning, I had been well read. Fresh newspapers came and I was looked upon as a back number. So you can imagine how very fickle the reading public is. I am at my wit's end as to my future. But I have a sneaking suspicion that I will be soon sent away to make room for new arrivals. In a week or so I will be lying in some rag - shop or the other.

Essay on An Autobiography of a Handicapped Child

Childhood is the most precious time of a human being's life when one is carefree, innocent, plays to his heart's content, studies and is pampered and loved. This period of life is such a memorable one that, no matter how long an individual lives he cherishes this period.

However, life for me, a handicapped child, handicapped from birth is somewhat different. My limbs do not work, my brain is slow in understanding, and reacting and, my parents instead of doting upon me like other parents, always look at me with worry and dismay.

This attitude of theirs makes me in turn feel very depressed and, so much so I even wonder why I was born at all, was it just to give trouble to my parents?

I go to school which is meant for special children like me, where we are all looked after, and taught to read and write and also some craft. Since my hands and arms do move a little though very slow I can write and work but, my legs are absolutely useless as though paralysed.

To the school and from the school I have to be carried on a chair specially designed for this purpose, as, I cannot walk at all. My brain also works slow that is why, when children of my age are in STD. VIII, I am still in STD. IV only. My handicap is well understood by me and sometimes I feel so very depressed that I wish to kill myself.

At school the teachers are very kind and considerate to all of us as, all of us have a handicap of some kind. In the midst of all depression at times when I see children who are even more handicapped than me and cannot do even as little as I can, my thanks goes to the Lord Almighty.

While at home, my unhappiness mounts when I see my younger brother studying in STD. VII, playing cricket and football.

At times I see the games they play i.e. my brother and his friends on the playground in front of my house. The way they run, they jump, they kick all this knocks me down to depths of a feeling of absolute futility of my life.

On top of it all, when I see my parents feeling downcast and discussing my sad present and my bleak future I feel so sick of myself and my life. I just do not understand what I should do to handle this unhappy situation in the home. At such moments, I feel more for my parents than for myself.

I feel for them as, they are unhappy seeing me in this unhappy condition and they are worried about wondering what will happen to me when they are not there to look after me. The predicament in which my parents are, makes me feel as though I was a worm eating into their life and money.

However, the greatest tragedy about it all is that, I can do nothing about it all, though I understand it all.

Life, as a child which is full of light heartedness for all other or rather at least most of the children is full of only care and worry - for me. I also at times do wonder as to how long I have to live and how I will do it. What exists I understand but, what is to be done is a misnomer, and cannot be redeemed.

Is the situation not very distressing? Oh! God help me and all such children like me and all their parents. Help the parents by taking us all to your heavenly abode and relieve us and also our parents of the tragedy and tragic life destined for us to live.

We mean only frustration and worry for our parents and all to whom we belong. Our lives are of no use to any one, not even to ourselves. God, I earnestly pray to lift us from here and take us all in your kind protection.

I am sure the parents of all such special children will feel sad if you take us away but, I am sure that, in the long run they will be saved all the botheration we cause to them every minute of our lives. God do hear my prayer.

Essay on An Autobiography of a Wrist Watch

I am a wristwatch a very common item of purchase for all men, women, and children. Having a well known brand name the HMT is my biggest pride, this is because, I know these days, all humans fall for the name of the brand of any item they use, and so, I am very proud to belong to a brand which is very well known and accepted by all - the brand of HMT watches.

My appearance even is so very attractive that I feel vain to say that now; these days my shape is the one that is most popular. I am hexagon in shape, with a golden body and coloured needles. On this golden body of mine, the numbers are written in black, which make me look a piece to envy for all my brethren.

The first activity of my life that I can recollect is when, with several of my other colleagues small and big I was placed in an HMT showroom in an area called Lajpat Nagar. My birth and younger days I cannot remember but, for me, life started when I first entered the showroom.

Here, all of us friends, small and big sat together and watched the fun in the showroom. The fun consisted in the daily routine at the shop of customers coming and going some buying while others just fidgeting with some of us and leaving us and walking off.

At times we could also hear and even understand some of the conversation between the customers and our salesmen. This routine continued and days passed by, and, I for one stayed in my place for a very long time - may be even a year. Every day some of my friends would leave the showroom and I would feel lonely and even depressed staying there with less and less of company for me to enjoy.

A time came in my life when I started wondering what could be so wrong with me that, no one wanted to buy me. I felt lonely for the lack of company for one, and then was still sadder to note the disinterest people showed in me. Was I so bad, so ugly that, no one, yes no one seemed to like me? This thought made me cry within but what could any one do in the matter? Facts of life and luck had to be born this I realized and took satisfaction in this only.

Time passed by and I was losing all hope of attracting attention of any customer entering the shop. However, as man says, bad times are always followed by good times. When I was convinced that, my luck was out, finally one day, Lady Luck threw her kind eyes at me as though reluctantly only - and my life changed.

That day was the 13th of November and I still remember the wonderful feeling I had that moment. That day, in the evening sometime at about 4 p.m., an old man entered the shop and he had a small girl of about twelve years of age coming hand in hand with him. When the two of them reached my counter.

I could very distinctly overhear their conversation and was literally thrilled at the outcome of it all. After seeing about sixty of my companions, the girl selected me and lo, and behold, the choice made me feel as if on top of the world. However, there was a shock waiting for me.

When the girl had made the choice, the old man asked the salesman for my price, and when he stated that the price was RS.2500/- the old man as if got a shock. At this juncture got the jitters and my heart missed a beat.

I thought that, if the old man found the price too high, he may not take me and this would disappoint me too much as, this would then be the end of the choice. The old man once said to the girl "Arzoo, child this is too expensive and this made it certain for me that, I would not be purchased.

However, destiny was different, and the girl made it amply clear to the old man, her grandfather that, she wanted me and me only. Aha! This conviction of the child made a rush of new hope in my entire body and I began to feel alive once again.

When the girl finally succeeded in convincing the old man that I was the best to be bought the deal was struck and I was purchased by the old man and, I learnt that, I was meant to be a gift for the girl on her sixteenth birthday presented by her grandfather.

The birthday was to be celebrated the very next day and I was doubly thrilled for being a precious gift for a girl on her birthday that would mark her entry in the world of adults.

The next day when the old man gave me to her, she was absolutely thrilled and thanked him with a hug and a blast of kisses. Thus my next abode was the dressing table of the young girl. Now my routine is that, I am placed on her table at night and, in the morning the girl wears me, admires me, and looks so happy.

The pleasure I give her makes me feel as though my existence is justified and, I deserve to live in the company of my lovely young mistress the last four months of my life have been absolutely reverberating with excitement for me. Besides her happiness, I also admire the girl in all her entirety.

She has such a beautiful wrist on which she dons me, sometimes the right and, sometimes the left, I can feel the softness of her cute wrist, her lovely skin makes me feel so snug on her wrist, and, above all the affectionate touch makes me feel her love for me.

Seeing all this, my pleasure knows no bounds and I thank God for the wonderful and happy life HE has given me. My prayers are always with this young girl whose name is Arzoo and I do hope that she always does well in life, and has a very happy and prosperous life throughout.

My prayer is also to God; grant me also a healthy and happy long life with Arzoo. She is so very kind and lovely that, I would never like to part from her. Now when I am well settled in this family, I often remember my friends and colleagues wondering what sort of lives they must be spending.

Those old days of the company of my friends at the shop were good but now, I am on the top of the world enjoying this life thoroughly.

Essay on An Autobiography of a Flower Vase

I am a huge flower vase, about three feet high. The colour of my body is red in the background and is painted with multi-coloured paints, makes me look just two beautiful for words to describe.

I form a very attractive item of decoration at the entrance of the huge bungalow of my master. To add to my beauty, when multi-coloured Gladioli are fixed into my body, I look just dashing, and absolutely incomparable I am sure.

My life has been full of ups and downs but now, as I write this for you to read, I am very snugly and comfortably placed in a cosy and conspicuous corner of the entrance of my master's palace like house, I don't know what it is.

I had come here about six months back, and all the time I did not know that, the place, or rather the house I am in is not a home, it is a hotel of great repute in the town.

The manager of the hotel is one Mr. Srivastava, and all the time I thought that, the mansion is his house. Only a few days back, I heard some conversation which enlightened me, and I learnt that this mansion is a Hotel.

It was month’s back that I was bought from a shop in Lajpat Nagar by my master, Mr. Srivastava. Before he bought me, my life had been rather disturbed. I resided in a shop with several of my brothers small and big, elder and younger, shorter and taller.

All of us used to feel cramped and suffocated due to lack of breathing space in the small area of the shop. Our master, the shopkeeper had no space to keep us neatly settled and decorated in the shop.

The routine was that, every morning we were taken out of the closed doors of the shop where we had lay huddled up through the night, and put outside on the pavement in front of the shop. Then, after the day was over, we were all picked up from the pavement and put inside the shop, all closeted in very little space, in a corner of the shop.

The place was so small that we all lay cramped there sometimes inside the shop and at daytime outside the shop. Life at this point of time was not very comfortable for any of us. Besides, for me, and my elder and heavier brothers, life was, besides discomfort, was full of abuses for us.

I for instance was so heavy and tall that, the servant who moved me inside and outside, daily had his quota of curses for me. I am sure I was no exception, all the heavy ones were facing these abuses daily as a routine, twice a day.

At times, I would even hear the servant picking me daily going to the extent of saying in murmurs to himself that, he would like to throw me away, out of the shop. This abuse of course hurt me a lot but, what could I do? I wondered what I had done to earn this kind of an abuse.

This had become a routine for me, and it hurt me twice daily, and I wondered why no one was buying me, as, this would give relief to the servant at least.

Every day, after hearing the abuses, when we were placed in front of the shop, I'd start praying to God, and requesting HIM to send a customer to buy me as, life was becoming unbearable both physically and mentally. My torture would know no bounds when, customers would come and buy some of my friends and just ogle at me and leave it at that.

This attitude of the customers hurt me still further as, now, I started feeling that, may be there is something wrong with me that is why no one buys me.

However, I hear that, every bad thing comes to an end and so did my life at the shop, though after a lot of waiting. One fine day, about six months back, a customer came to the shop and, after seeing several vases, he picked on me.

Oh! That touch gave me so much love and confidence, and the low spirits at once rejuvenated in me. I was so happy that, at last, God had heard my prayer, and I hoped to get out of this place and get a new and comfortable home. The customer at once bought me and took me home.

As soon as his wife saw me, she was angry, as, she had wanted a smaller vase, and that also a green one as, her drawing room was decorated green. Hearing this, my heart missed a beat, and I wondered what would happen to me now? It did not take him long to react and, at once he picked me up and put me again in his car and lo! And behold! Returned me to the shop.

Instead of me, as per his wife's requirement, he bought a smaller brother of mine who was green in colour and went off. I did wonder now that, he would make his wife happy, who would think of my disappointment. Besides, having to come back also hurt my ego.

All the time I was proud of my beautiful and attractive appearance as, customers who came to the shop always praised me, and that had built in me a great confidence - however this ugly incident of my life shook my nerves and I lost all my confidence. I now realised that, it was not enough to be beautiful, and one should also be useful.

After this rude shock, I was convinced that, luck was out and out against me and there was now very little or rather nothing to look forward to. Now my stay was prolonged for I do not know how long and that shook my nerves and I lost the very will to live and enjoy.

Anyway, life had to be lived and I continued to live in abject misery having lost all hope of any future for me. This depression continued for about two months when, once again Lady Luck smiled at me. It was about 11 a.m. when I saw a man very smartly dressed in a black suit coming inside the shop, and he looked at the variety of vases and, at last made his choice in me.

When he came to pick me I realised that, it was the same Mr. Srivastava who had left me a few months back. I was, once again delighted to feel and believe that, after all I must be beautiful. Mr. Srivastava bought me and took me once again to my new home.

This new home was a huge building, which I have only now come to know is a Three Star Hotel and Mr. Srivastava is the manager.

Here in the hotel I am placed at the landing space or the lounge as they call it. I am in the corner facing the entry so that, I just cannot be missed by anyone entering the lounge. The lounge has a red decor, the carpet is red, the tapestry is red, and of course I am red.

The setting is so flashy, and so all visitors who come here sit for a while before they go to their respective rooms. Now, after so long and after so many pitfalls in life, here I am very comfortable and living with my head held high.

Every day the servants of the hotel wash me, clean me, and then decorate me with flowers mostly tall Gladioli to match my height.

I feel so sophisticated in this rich environment and, to add to this is the pleasure I get when people entering the hotel showering praises for me, my size, my elegance, my attraction and my beauty. This is the maximum fun I could ever hope to get from life.

I do hope that, my colour does not fade nor, the painting on my body falls into flakes for, I know that, if that happens I will no longer be fit enough for this beautiful setting, and will thus be thrown away, to die my natural death in the premises of a dustbin of the Municipality.

I am sure with the loving care available to me here, my life would be long and of course very comfortable.