Friday, January 15, 2016

OMANA’S JOUNERY-TEXT


Omana’s Diary
As soon as we had reached the station we checked our names on the
reservation chart. Soon the train reached the platform. We saw that the coach was already full. The train had started early in the morning from Gandhidham, in Kutch.
 When the train came, there was so much confusion. People were getting off and others were pushing and trying to put their luggage inside, all from one door.
We somehow managed to get in, find our seats and put our luggage under them. By the time the train started, most people had found their seats and arranged their luggage.
After some time the ticket collector came and checked our tickets to see that we were in our proper seats.
Amma and Appa had the lower berths. Unni and I have the middle berths. There are two college students who have the upper berths.
On the other berth, there is a family with two children. They seem to be about our age. I will go and talk to them later.
Now I am sitting near the window and I have started writing about our journey, just as I had promised you. I will stop now because Amma has opened the tiffin box. Amma had packed a lot of food – dhokla with chutney, lemon rice, and some mithai. My mouth is watering. I will write more later.
After lunch some people slept. But I was not sleepy. I kept looking out of the window. I saw many fields, but they all were brown and dry. Sometimes we passed small villages. They seemed to be flying by. Do you know that when the train is at a very high speed things outside seems to be running in the opposite direction?
Earlier it was really hot. Now that it is evening, there is some breeze.
The sun is slowly setting and the sky has become orange. I have never seen it look like this in Ahmedabad.
We have just passed a station called Valsad. The train stopped for only
two minutes, but even for the short time, there was so much noise . “Chai! garam, chai ! ” one man w a s calling,“batata vada! batata vada!
puri-shaak! , doodh-thanda-doodh!.” People were selling and buying food on the platform. We quickly bought some bananas and chikoos through the window itself.
I have made some friends. They are Sunil and Ann. They are going to their grandmother’s house in Kozhikode. Sunil has given me some story books to read. A little while ago, I went to brush my teeth, but there was no water in the bathroom.
Somebody said that it will only be filled at the next big station. Gandhidham, Ahmedabad and Valsad are inGujarat. Kozhikode is in Kerala. Show these states to the children on the map to help them realise what a long journey it is.

THANKYOU,

ANITA AND THE HONEYBEES-TEXT

ANITA AND THE HONEYBEES
ENVIRONMENTAL STUDIES
CLASS IV – CBSE

This is a true story. Anita Khushwaha is a ‘Girl Star’. ‘Girl Stars’ is a project which tells extraordinary tales of ordinary girls who have changed their lives by going to school.
My name is Anita Khushwaha. I live in Bochaha village. This is in Muzzafarpur District in Bihar. I stay with my parents and two younger brothers. I study in college. Besides studying, I teach young children. I also keep honeybees.
All this has not been easy for me. When I was young, I used to spend all my time with my goats as they grazed for food. I always wanted to go to school but my parents did not like the idea of girls going to school.

A Dream of School
One day I peeped into the school in our village. I could not stay away. I
silently went and sat down behind the children.
I felt so happy. I wenthome and picked up courage to talk to my parents about going to school. But they told me clearly that I could not do so. That day, I cried and cried.
One of the teachers in my village explained to my parents why it is important to study. The teacher told them that they would not have to pay anything for my education upto Class V.
The teacher said that it was the right of every child to go to school. Somehow my parents agreed. I started going to school. I did not get high marks, but I always asked many questions!

Staying in School
Time passed, and soon I completed Class V. I knew that we would need to spend more in Class VI. My parents said that it was time for me to leave school, but I wanted to study more. I found a way to do this. I started to teach younger children. From the money that I got, I was able to continue my own studies.

One Sweet Memory
I remember some older boys in my village also used to teach young
children. They did not like it when I started teaching. They started to scold and scare the children, so that they would not come to me.
For some time, all the children except two, stopped coming to me. But soon they all came back because I used to teach them with love and care.
Slowly I started talking to other parents in the village about sending their daughters to school. My parents also started helping me in my work. My mother used to do all the house work so that I could get more time to study.
From School to Bee-keeping There are many litchi trees in our area. Honeybees are attracted to the litchi flowers. Many people do bee keeping and collect honey.
I thought that I could also do this. I joined a course run by the government to learn about this. I was the only girl in this course. During my training I found that honeybees lay their eggs from October to December. This was the best time to start bee-keeping.
Becoming a Bee-keeper
I completed my bee-keeping course. But I did not have money to keep my own bees and start work. I continued to teach and with time could collect Rs. 5000. With this money, I bought two boxes for keeping bees.
Each box costs Rs. 2000. With the remaining money, I bought sugar to make the syrup for honeybees, and medicines to clean the beehives.
That was in September.
By December, I had so many bees that I had to buy two more boxes. I was still learning about bee-keeping. 
Many times, the bees would sting me and my hands and face would get swollen. It would pain a lot.
How could I complain to anybody? I myself had decided to do this work. The litchi trees come to flower in February. I put all my four boxes near the litchi orchards. I got 12 kilograms of honey from each box. I sold this honey in the market. This was my first earning from my bees. Now I have 20 boxes.
Every day I cycle to my college. My college is in the town, five kilometers away. When I go to college, my mother prepares the syrup for the bees. My father looks after the bees and takes the honey out of the boxes.
Now you also know a lot about Anita. Anita is known by everyone in all the villages nearby. She goes to all the village meetings and talks about how important it is for everyone to study.
Sometimes people make fun of her, but Anita knows what she wants to do. She does exactly what she wants to. Anita wants to become a wholesaler so that she can help the villagers to get the right price for their honey.

HONEY:
Honey is a sweet syrupy substance produced by honeybees from the nectar of flowers and used by humans as a sweetener and a spread.
The Honey is comprised of 17-20% water, 76-80% glucose, and fructose, pollen, wax, and mineral salts. Its composition and color is dependent upon the type of flower that supplies the nectar.
Background:
Honey, golden and sweet, has always been held in high regard. The Bible refers to heaven as the "Land of Milk and Honey." In ancient times, honey was considered the food of the gods and the symbol of wealth and happiness. 
It was used as a form of sustenance and offered in sacrifice. In the Middle Ages, honey was the basis for the production of mead, an alcoholic beverage.
Beekeeping is one of the oldest forms of animal husbandry. Early beekeepers encouraged the establishment of bee colonies in cylinders of bark, reed, straw, and mud. However, when the honeycomb was removed from the cylinders, the colony was destroyed.
Every beehive has one Queen Bee that lays eggs. There are only a few males in the hive. Most of the bees in the hive are worker-bees. These bees work all day. 
Explain the role of wholesaler to children. also look after the baby bees. They fly around flowers in search of nectar. 

They collect nectar from flowers for honey. When one bee finds flowers with nectar, it does a special kind of dance by which the other bees can know where the nectar is.
The workerbees are very important for the hive. Without worker-bees there would be neither hive nor any nectar collection. 
All bees in thehive would go hungry. The male bees have no special role as worker.Ants live and work together like honeybees.
The Queen Ant lays the eggs, the Soldier Ants look after and guard the ants’ nest, Worker Ants are always busy looking for food and bringing
it to the nest. Termites and wasps also live like this.

A STORY OF AMRITA-TEXT




This is a true story from long long ago. Almost three hundred years ago, in a village called Khejadli, lived Amrita
Khejadli village is near Jodhpur in Rajasthan. The village got its name because of the many Khejadi trees that grew there.

The people of this village took great care of the plants, trees and animals. Goats, deers, hares and peacocks roamed fearlessly there. The people of the village remembered what their elders used to tell them. They used to say, “Agar perh hain to hum hain. Plants and animals can survive without us, but we can not survive without them.”
Amrita would get up early every morning and greet her friends – the trees. She would choose a special tree for the day. She would put her arms around the tree trunk and whisper to the tree, “Friend, you are strong and beautiful. You care for us. Thank you tree. I love you very much. Give your strength to me also.” Like Amrita, the other children also had their special trees. They would play for hours in the shade of the trees.
Trees in Danger:
Time went by. Amrita was now grown up. One day she went to greet her trees. She saw that there were some strangers in her village. They had axes with them.
                                     


 They said that the King had sent them to cut trees for wood. The wood was needed for building the King’s palace.
Amrita was shocked. She went to the tree that the men were about to cut. She put her arms around the tree and hugged it tightly. The men shouted and threatened her, but Amrita did not let go of the tree.
The King’s men had to follow his order. They had to cut the tree. On seeing this, Amrita’s daughters and hundreds of villagers –old and young – hugged the trees to protect them.
 Many people including Amrita and her daughters died to save the trees. When the King heard of this, he could not believe that people gave up their lives for trees. He visited the village himself. There he learned about villagers’ respect for trees and animals.

The Village is Protected…

The villagers’ strong feelings for trees affected the King greatly. He ordered that from then on, no tree would be cut and no animal harmed in that area.
Even today, almost three hundred years later, the people of this area, called Bishnois, continue to protect plants and animals. Even though in the middle of the desert, this area is green and animals roam freely without fear.
The Khejadi tree is found mainly in desert areas. It can grow without much water. Its bark is used for making medicines. People cook and eat its fruits (beans).
Its wood is such that it will not be affected by insects. Animals in this area eat the leaves of the Khejadi. And children like you, play in its shade.

THANKYOU,