Wednesday 29 December 2010

The Gurgling Turtle

By Pushpee


Seen a sea turtle swim happily on the beach?
Flapping its beautiful, colorful flippery-wings?
Jumping over waters, then singing, and then smiles
Gurgle, gurgle gurgling as she travels thousand miles.


She heads towards the southern beach
Yes, the same one where she was hatched.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgling, her trekking not be matched.


Tired, worn, weary,
Pulls herself on the shore
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgling, pulls out nest that was stored.


Watches hundred eggs,
All covered up with the sand
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgling, goes back swimming away from land.


Two months later, she watches
The hatchlings emerge from their nest.
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgling, all following to join her quest.


The journey begun for them,
They know, moonlight was the key
Gurgle, gurgle, gurgling, all swam with her into the sea.



"Sea turtles are large, air-breathing reptiles that inhabit tropical and subtropical seas throughout the world. Their shells consist of an upper part (carapace) and a lower section (plastron). Hard scales (or scutes) cover all but the leatherback, and the number and arrangement of these scutes can be used to determine the species.


Sea turtles do not have teeth, but their jaws have modified "beaks" suited to their particular diet. They do not have visible ears but have eardrums covered by skin. They hear best at low frequencies, and their sense of smell is excellent. Their vision underwater is good, but they are nearsighted out of water. Their streamlined bodies and large flippers make them remarkably adapted to life at sea. However, sea turtles maintain close ties to land."
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Wednesday 3 November 2010

Happy Diwali

Some lamps you light will burn through the night,
Many will die with the wind, some won't light at all.
But the flame that you must never let die away,
Is the flame that lets you see your dreams.

Wishing you a happy, hope-filled Diwali.

Sunday 29 August 2010

The White Cat

by Aarti Krishnakumar

The white cat sneaked into our home
through the window in my room
I watched him dash by
Ran to chase him out

Shoo shoo, I followed him
into the bedroom, and under the bed
he ran

Shoo, shoo, I followed him out
under the dining table he decided
to hide

Shoo,Shoo, I followed him out,
He ran to the window, but knew not
how to get out

Opened the front door
Shoo, shoo, I tried to chase him out
Alas, he would not even peep out

Shoo, Shoo, I chased him some more
Till he ran helter skelter through
all open doors
Tired and scared
he gave up,
Stood next to the back door,
whining at me
As if to say "am sorry, but can't you open the door any faster"

The door opened
and out he ran
The cute little white cat!!

 
Thank you Aarti for sharing your poem on this blog for children.

Thursday 5 August 2010

Of Oranges and Lemons

“Ting ting ting ting ting” the school bell rang, declaring recess. The teacher gathered the homework notebooks and left, while the children opened their boxes.

“Ew! Not lemon rice again!” Mini groaned. “I hate lemon.”
“Give it to me!” said Gini her best friend. “Your mom makes great lemon rice. You can have my chapatti and beans.”
“Anytime!” replied Mini. “Anything but lemon.”
She opened her water bottle and took a swig.
“Ew! Orange juice!”
“Give me that, too!” said Gini, “And just have my plain water.”

It was the same story everyday. Mini did not like the sour taste of lemons or any citrus fruits. She would never have lemon or ornag ejuice juice. She hated to have lemon squeezed over any dish. She also hated lemon soufflé or orange jelly.

“Mini, did you have your lemon rice and orange juice today?” asked her mom when she came home.
“No” she said. “I gave it to Gini and had her tiffin instead.”
“But Mini, you must have citrus fruits. They are good for you.”
“I am not a baby anymore. You can’t force me.” Mini retorted angrily.
“It’s a pity” said mom, “for I am making lemon soufflé tonight. Your brother and father love lemon soufflé.”
“Make me some other dessert. I am not going to have any lemons. Do you know that lemon is slang for something which looks good but is actually bad? Ha ha ha!” joked Mini.
“I am not going to make something only for you. You can go without dessert.”

Mini’s face fell. She went to her room and changed her clothes sulkily. She put on the TV, for her favourite cartoon was going to start. But she shut it again quickly. There was a commercial for an orange soda brand playing! She took out a book and opened a page at random. But she shut that too very quickly – for the hero and heroine were having lemonade!

*

The next morning, as she was getting ready for school, Mini noticed some spots on her left leg. They were very tiny white spots, but they hadn’t been there yesterday. But she was already getting late, so she ignored them and hurried finished dressing and went to have her breakfast.

“Oh no! Not orange juice again.” She groaned.
“Oh, yes! You will eat a healthy breakfast.”
“NO, I won’t!” Mini burst out angrily. “And I won’t have the toast with marmalade either.”
“Nowadays you have become very moody.” Quipped her mom. “But if you don’t want this, you can go without breakfast. If your head aches, don’t complain.”
Mini rose in a huff, and went out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

*
When Mini came back from school, she checked her legs for spots again. They were more spots on her leg. And now there were spots on her right leg too. She wondered what they were, but decided not to tell her mom.

Over the next few days, the spots grew bigger, and there were more of them. She began to feel worried. Meanwhile her parents and teachers were wondering why her mood was getting worse by the day. She would pick fights with her classmates over the smallest of reasons. During recess, she generally kept to herself and didn’t play with any of the girls. She even started to shun Gini. One day she came back from school with a note from her teacher.

“I have noticed that Mini has become more moody and lonely these days. Also, she is not taking interest in her class work. She always seems tired and her homework is incomplete and full of mistakes. Please meet me to discuss what the matter is.” The note said.

Mini also had difficulty eating her food. Her gums would often pain. But she told this to no one. And the spots kept getting larger, but she hid them too.

*

But the note had worried Mini’s mom. But she knew it was next to impossible to make Mini go to their family doctor, Dr. Limbudass. So she invited him and his wife to their house, as if it was a social visit. When they came, they brought a box of apples as a gift.

“Go on! Have one” Mrs. Limbudass said with a smile, as she offered a red, juicy apple to Mini. “I know you don’t like citrus fruits, so I got you these apples.”
Mini took it and bit it.
“Ah! She screamed out. “My teeth are hurting!”
“Come here and show me!” said Dr. Limbudass, “open your mouth wide.”

He inspected her mouth carefully, and then turned to her mom. “Has she been ill in the past few days?”
“Well, yes. She has been having headaches and generally feels tired nowadays. She isn’t eating properly and remains very moody.”, mom said.
“Oh dear! You should have come to me earlier.” Said Dr. Limbudass. He turned to Mini, “Now be honest with doctor, and tell me if there is anything else you have to tell me. Remember one should be 100% honest with one’s doctor.”

Mini looked at him shyly and then said, “Yes doctor. I have one more problem.” She took off her slippers and pointed at her legs. “I have got a lot of spots all over my legs.”
“Hmm. Just as I suspected. You have got scurvy” remarked Dr. Limbudass.

Mini was shocked. So was her mom.
Dr. Limbudass reassured them. “Don’t worry. You are only in the early stages. Scurvy can be cured easily. You have obviously not been having enough Vitamin C in your diet. Vitamin C is important for many body functions.”
Mom replied, “For the past few weeks she has been refusing to eat citrus fruits.”
Mini yelled angrily, “I hate citrus fruits. They are sour and horrible-tasting.”
“Sorry about that, Mini” said Dr. Limbudass, “but you see, the only cure for scurvy is to have lots and lots of oranges and lemons every day.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed Mini.
“Oh yes!” said the doctor with a mischievous smile, “Citrus fruits contain lots and lots of natural Vitamin C. Vitamin C is very important for the body’s immune system and is a strong anti-oxidant. Did you know that two scientists, Paul Karrer and W. N. Haworth got the Nobel Prize for discovering Vitamin C?”

*

Over the next few weeks, Mini thought she was going through torture. Every morning, mom made her drink one whole glass of orange juice or sweet lime juice. For breakfast she had to have toast with marmalade or orange jam. Or chapattis with lemon pickle. She had to carry marmalade sandwiches or lemon rice or lemon poha for tiffin every day. When she came home, her lunch was chapatti or rice with lemon pickle (while the others ate more interesting dishes). Mom would squeeze lemon juice over all her vegetables, though Mini protested angrily.

In the evening, she had to have orange ice tea. Sometimes she had lemon ice tea. If she wanted a snack, it was bread with marmalade. Or the most horrible thing – a whole orange fruit!

After dinner, mom would make a nice lemon soufflé or lemon sorbet for dessert. Sometimes she made orange jelly.

For the first few weeks Mini hated everything. But she had no choice. But slowly, she came to like many of the citrus dishes. She learned to peel and eat an orange, and enjoy her lemon rice. She came to love lemon soufflé best. And needless to say, her scurvy was completely gone.

Now she goes around telling everyone, “There’s nothing like the joy of sweet orange juice dripping down your lips!”

Monday 5 July 2010

The young lioness

By Jayashree Kapahi


Leona, young lioness, was in deep thought
She wanted to be a young girl she thought
She loved to dress up in frills and pink lace,
But the young cubs, they laughed in her face.

She moaned and she mooned,
And one day she swooned
Her parents were worried, they called Dr.Zoo
He checked her, he told them ’ Nothing I can do’.

Leona threw tantrums and mauled all her toys
Her folks, they were frantic, forgot all their joys
Decided to consult the witch on the hill
They visited the old crone, she told them to chill

She chanted her spells while her cauldron, it rumbled
She clutched the young chicks, slit their throats, but she fumbled
A few fluffy chicks ran away the spell was incomplete
Now imagine dear readers, Leona’s plight, the poor sweet.

She was no more a lioness and not quite a girl
Her parents cried buckets, their heads in a whirl
They tried, she cried, but her fate, it was sealed
She was who she was, she could never be healed.

The animals, they mocked her, humans were askance
None spoke to her or asked her to dance
Poor Leona was lonely, she wanted true love
Alas and Alack, cried the angels above.

O one day, he came, her handsome young prince
He loved her, and wed her they are happy ever since
Their kids are so sweet ,happiness and joy
Two li'l ones they have, half lion, half boy.

Tuesday 29 June 2010

A 'Grimm 'fairy tale

By Jayashree Kapahi


There lived an old woman, wizened and alone,
She was wicked and crafty, evil to the bone,
Stayed all by herself, a house made of gold,
And her heart was so icy, evil and cold.


A sweet little girl, all big eyes and curls,
She thought she was clever, her head in a whirl.
Was prancing and dancing, the gleam caught her eye,
Excited, she searched for the glitter, found it,O joy.


Polite as she was, she knocked on the door,
The crone was excited, she changed her demeanor,
A plump cheery woman, she welcomed, she smiled,
Eyes gleaming, open arms, she beckoned the child,


The child, called Jayu ,was delighted and thrilled.
Such a house, such enchantment, her heartbird,it trilled,
She forgot her mothers words, stay away from a stranger
She was charmed, she ate candies, she was sure, no danger.


She admired the cake lady’s collection of cakes.
Heard stories, sang songs, stood watching her bake,
‘A cake for the ‘Prince, its his birthday, my dear,
A special cake I’m making to bring him good cheer’


She hummed as she baked, a magical sweet song,
Jayu swayed under its spell, its enchantment was strong.
She slept,unaware,the old woman presented the cake to the Queen,
Resplendent, magnificent, white vanilla, sunrise gold tangerine,


The Queen was so pleased, gold and gems she sprinkled,
‘Such a cake,O dear lady,I never have seen’ she tinkled.
‘The angel, exquisite, that swirls on the crest,
Blue eyes,gold curls, is so lifelike, the best.’


The cake lady went home, purse laden with gold,
Bur Jayu had vanished, was never found, I am told.

PS:* Thank you so much, Jaya, for sharing your poem with the children who visit this blog. :))

Friday 14 May 2010

Rotten Potatoes

A kindergarten teacher decided to let her class play a game.

The teacher told each child in the class to bring along a plastic bag containing a few potatoes.

Each potato will be given a name of a person that the child hates,

So the number of potatoes that a child will put in his/her plastic bag will depend on the number of people he/she hates.

So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the people he/she hated. Some had 2 potatoes; some 3 while some up to 5 potatoes. The teacher then told the children to carry with them the potatoes in the plastic bag wherever they go (even to the toilet) for 1 week.

Days after days passed by, and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides, those having 5 potatoes also had to carry heavier bags. After 1 week, the children were relieved because the game had finally ended....

The teacher asked: "How did you feel while carrying the potatoes with you for 1 week?" The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they go.

Then the teacher told them the hidden meaning behind the game. The teacher said: "This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it with you wherever you go. If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just 1 week, can you imagine what is it like to have the stench of hatred in your heart for your lifetime???"

Moral of the story: Throw away any hatred for anyone from your heart so that you will not carry sins for a lifetime. Forgiving others is the best attitude to take!

Source:  saidevotees_worldnet

Sunday 4 April 2010

How safe you are on the net??

How many hours do you spend online? Do you believe the strangers who talk to you online? Do you trust them completely? They could be dangerous sometimes , Do you know that? Here is a story that one 12-year old child told me. Her name is Minal:


After tossing her books on the sofa, Minal decided to grab a snack and get on-line. She logged on under her screen name Preeti123. She checked her Buddy List and saw Romit123 was on. She sent him an instant message:

Preeti123: Hi. I'm glad you are on! I thought someone was following me home today. It was really weird!

Romit123:LOL You watch too much TV. Why would someone be following you? Don't you live in a safe neighborhood?

Preeti123: Of course I do. LOL I guess it was my imagination cuz' I didn't see anybody when I looked out.

Romit123: Unless you gave your name out on-line. You haven't done that have you?

Preeti123: Of course not. I'm not stupid you know.
Romit123: Did you have a softball game after school today?
Preeti123: Yes and we won!!

Romit123: That's great! Who did you play?

Preeti123: We played the Malads. LOL. Their uniforms are so gross! They look like bees. LOL

Romit123: What is your team called?

Preeti123: We are the Bandra Cats. We have tiger paws on our uniforms. They are really cool.

Romit123: Did you pitch?

Preeti123:No I play second base. I got to go. My homework has to be done before my parents get home. I don't want them mad at me. Bye!

Romit123: Catch you later. Bye

Meanwhile... ... Romit123 went to the member menu and began to search for her profile. When it came up, he highlighted it and printed it out. He took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so far.

Her name: Minal
Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985
Age: 13
State where she lived: Mumbai

Hobbies: softball, chorus, cricket and going to the mall. Besides this information, he knew she lived in Bandra because she had just told him. He knew she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m. every afternoon until her parents came home from work. He knew she played softball on Thursday afternoons on the school team, and the team was named the Bandra Cats. Her favorite number 7 was printed on her jersey. He knew she was in the eighth standard at the Podar High School She had told him all this in the conversations they had on-line. He had enough information to find her now.

Minal didn't tell her parents about the incident on the way home from the ballpark that day. She didn't want them to make a scene and stop her from walking home from the softball games. Parents were always overreacting and hers were the worst. It made her wish she was not an only child. Maybe if she had brothers and sisters, her parents wouldn't be so overprotective.

By Thursday, Minal had forgotten about the footsteps following her.

Her game was in full swing when suddenly she felt someone staring at her. It was then that the memory came back. She glanced up from her second base position to see a man watching her closely..

He was leaning against the fence behind first base and he smiled when she looked at him. He didn't look scary and she quickly dismissed the sudden fear she had felt.

After the game, he sat on a bleacher while she talked to the coach. She noticed his smile once again as she walked past him. He nodded and she smiled back. He noticed her name on the back of her shirt. He knew he had found her.

Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. It was only a few blocks to Minal 's home, and once he saw where she lived he quickly returned to the park to get his car.

Now he had to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came to go to Minal 's house. He drove to a fast food restaurant and sat there until time to make his move.

Minal was in her room later that evening when she heard voices in the living room..

"Minal, come here," her father called. He sounded upset and she couldn't imagine why. She went into the room to see the man from the ballpark sitting on the sofa.

"Sit down," her father began, "this man has just told us a most interesting story about you."

Minal sat back. How could he tell her parents anything? She had never seen him before today!

"Do you know who I am, Minal ?" the man asked.

"No," Minal answered.

"I am a police officer and your online friend Romit123."

Minal was stunned. "That's impossible! Romit123 is a kid my age! He's 14. And he lives in Delhi !"

The man smiled. "I know I told you all that, but it wasn't true. You see, Minal , there are people on-line who pretend to be kids; I was one of them. But while others do it to injure kids and hurt them, I belong to a group of parents who do it to protect kids from predators. I came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to talk to people on-line. You told me enough about yourself to make it easy for me to find you. You named the school you went to, the name of your ball team and the position you played. The number and name on your jersey just made finding you a breeze."

Minal was stunned. "You mean you don't live in Delhi ?"

He laughed. "No, I live in Santacruz. It made you feel safe to think I was so far away, didn't it?"

She nodded.

"I had a friend whose daughter was like you. Only she wasn't as lucky. The guy found her and murdered her while she was home alone. Kids are taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do it all the time on-line. The wrong people trick you into giving out information a little here and there on-line. Before you know it, you have told them enough for them to find you without even realizing you have done it. I hope you've learned a lesson from this and won't do it again. Tell others about this so they will be safe too?"

"It's a promise!"

That night Minal and her Dad and Mom all knelt down together and thanked God for protecting Minal from what could have been a tragic situation..

Wednesday 3 February 2010

Adora plans to raise $10,000 for 'Children's Relief Effort' in Haiti

Adora Svitak is a 12 year old child who is attempting to raise $10,000 for 'Save the Children’s relief efforts in Haiti' through her Twitter account. She plans to write inspirational messages, and post videos of her teaching, which she hopes will motivate others to develop their own talents.

She is a child prodigy, a genius and is called ‘A tiny literary giant’. There is, it seems, no end to Adora's talents. She published her first book, a collection of short stories called Flying Fingers, at age seven. Her second, Dancing Fingers (a collection of poetry written with her older sister), was published last year and she's currently working on another four.

And she teaches too. Yeah! Her family has now converted the basement of their home in Redmond, Washington DC, into a TV studio from which Adora gives daily video conferences to children, adults and teachers, earning $300 per 50-minute lesson. She's in big demand in the corporate world, too, where she can command up to $10,000 for an appearance speaking to educators and business people about the impact technology can have on the creative process and has recently been hired by Microsoft to do demonstrations about educational computing.

Interested? Read more about her here

Monday 18 January 2010

Krishy reads about telephones.

Tring! tring!!! hello! Who is this???

Krishy can’t find her mobile. She looks everywhere, she looks in her bedroom, she climbs her bed to look into her toys cabinet, she even walks down to her garage to look in the car, but she really cannot find it.

“Mom, do you know where is my phone?” She asks her mother

“Look, now you are a big girl, u must learn to take care of your things I don’t have time to take care of your things.” Scolds her mom



Krishy starts to sob. She wanted to make a program of a birthday party for her friend and she does not know how to call her friend.


She sits in front of her TV, sobbing.

Her brother Tryan sees her crying.



Tryan never likes to see his sister crying. He thinks about a trick to cheer up his sister. He run quickly to his father’s library and returns back with a thick book full of photographs of the telephones.


“Look Krishy, what I have here, want to see the pictures of telephones in this book?” says Tryan.

Krishy looks into the book through her wet eyes. She starts to turn the pages in the book to see the pictures of different types of photographs.


“Wow! So kewl” she says

“Can you read it to me? What is written there in this book?” asks Tryan


Krishy is happy that she can read. She begins to read for her brother......

“It is almost hard to imagine that with all the ingenuity Bell and Watson had going for them, the first commercial telephone instrument was nothing more than a wood box about the size of a shoe box, with one hole on the end for both talking and listening. With this box phone, signaling was done by tapping on the diaphragm with a pencil.

And while Krishy reads what is written in the book, Tryan watched the pictures of different types of telephones that he never knew it existed.

Suddenly they heard their mom shouting from the next room,
"Krishy, Tryan, where are you? Look your mobile is here in my purse, come and get it”, said their mom.

Tryan and Krishy ran outside the room, leaving their book in the library.

If you wish to know what Tryan and Krishy read about the telephone instrument from 1877 to 1900, you can peep into their pages right now

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