An Autobiography of a Mango Tree

                                                        An Autobiography of a Mango Tree

Sir,

Hello! I am mango tree. People call me the "King of Fruits " tree because l give sweet and tasty mangoes. I am the biggest and oldest! Today l will tell you the story of my life.

My journey started many years ago as a tiny seed. Someone ate a mango and  threw the seed on the ground. That seed was me!  I don't know what type of life l would have with sun, rain, animals and people. I stayed on the ground for many days.

One day it rained so heavily. The soil became soft  and slowly i went into the earth. It was dark and quiet. Then, rain and sunlight made me grow. I came out of the seed and slowly, went down into the soil.  It was not easy, but I keep going. One day, l came out of the ground. I was a small green plant looking at the sun for the first time.

At that time, l was very weak. The wind was strong, and the rain was heavy, but the soil kept me safe there. I started growing little by little.

A kind farmer saw me and decided to take care of me. He gave me  water and protected me. l started to grow slowly. I felt happy. My leaves became  green and shiny. I  was growing into a tree. Birds started  to sit on me. Some butterflies come and dance around my leaves.

Years passed, now, I was bigger, stronger and taller. My branches spread wide. l gave shade to children, youngers, elders and animals. Peoples laughed, sang songs and sometimes even hugged me. l felt very proud and happy.

One year, I saw something new. Tiny flowers grew on my branches. They were small and good smelling. Bees and butterflies came to them. After some time, those flowers changed into small green fruits. Slowly, they became yellow and ripe. I had grown my first mangoes!

The farmer and his family were very happy. They picked the mangoes from me and ate them. "So tasty and yummy !" they said. I felt proud and happy that I gave such happiness and joy to the peoples.

Every year, i gave more mangoes. People came from faraway places to taste them. Some climbed on my branches and picked the fruits. And some sat under me and rested. I was feeling happy because I gave food, shade and happiness to peoples and as well as animals. Many birds made their nest under on me. Squirrels played on my trunk. In short, i was home for many tiny animals.

Seasons changed every year. In spring , I grew new leaves. In summer, i gave fruits. In monsoon, i drank a lot of water. In winter, i rested. Each season was different, and i enjoyed them all.

One day, a woodcutter came with an axe. He wanted to me cut down. I was very scared. But the farmer stopped him. "This tree is very useful" he said. "It gives fruit and shade. Do not harm it." The woodcutter went away. I was safe again.

As time passed, l grew old. My bark became rough , and some of my branches became weak. But still, i gave fruits and shades. The farmer's children had grown up. They brought their own children to play under me. I had become a part of their family.

I have seen many things in my life. I saw children grow into adults. I saw bird came and went. I saw storms and sunshine. I saw happiness and sadness as well. But through all this, I stood tall and gave my best to everyone.

Today, I am an old mango tree. My roots go deep into the ground. My branches still try to reach the sky. I am proud of my life. I did not move from my place, but I became a part of many lives.  Peoples, birds and animals - all found something from me.

I hope l live for many more years and continue to give fruits, shade, love and happiness to everyone who comes near me.

This is the story of my life - the life of a mango tree.

Yours obediently

Pooja Choudhary 

Class 10

Session 2024-25 

THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A KHEJRI TREE

                         THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A KHEJRI TREE

I am a Khejri tree, known scientifically as Prosopis cineraria.

I stand tall and silent in golden sand of Rajasthan, where the land is dry , the sun is harsh and rains are rare .

You may pass by me thinking I am just another desert tree but I hold centuries of stories, wisdom and silent sacrifices.

My story began long ago, when I was a tiny seed drifting in desert wind .

I don't know where I would land or whether I would survive.

But fate dropped me into patch of soil, and there, I began my journey.

It was not easy. The ground was dry, the was strong, and the water was rare .

But I did not give up. I sent my roots deep into the earth and slowly began to grow.

As years passed, I became stronger.

My branches stretched toward the sky. My trunk grew thick, my leafs whispered in the wind.

Birds, made nests in my branches.

Squirrels played on my trunk. Insects and small animal found shelter in me .

Even in hottest summer, when other plants died , I stayed green .

That's why people call me "Sanjharo" -the one who remains green even in drought.

Farmers see me as a friend.

They rest in my shade after working in the fields. I help the soil stay healthy and protect it from blowing away.

My pods, called sangri, are collected and used make tasty dishes like ker-sangri.

My leaves are food for goats and camels. My wood is used for cooking food.

Even in droughts, I give something to everyone.

I have seen many things in my life,

Children laughing and playing in under me, farmers praying for rain,

villager gathering for shade and rest.

 am also a scared tree.

People tie threads around my trunk and pray.

The Bishnoi community protect me with great respect.

More than 350 years ago, a brave women named Amrita Devi gave her life to protect me.

Along with her, over 360 people sacrificed their in Khejri massacre.

That is why I'm not just a tree, I am a symbol of courage and nature's protector.

 But now I am worried.

Many of my brothers and sisters are being cut down for roads and buildings.

People forget that I am a protector of desert life.

Even today I stand silently.

I wait for someone to sit under my shade and listen to my story.

I hope children like you will care for me and tell other how important I am.

Dear reader, I am more than just wood and leaves. I am tradition, life ,and survival.

I am Khejri tree - simple, strong and always giving

 

Kritika Vaishnav

Roll no. 826

Class 10

Session 2025-26 

The Truthful Kings

 

                                                                                [The Truthful Kings]

The images of the three truthful kings were created using AI. The image of the Buddha was taken from the internet. The images of the Dharm Chakra and the Conch were also taken from the internet. Minor corrections in the images were done. Then, all these images were arranged, inscription in Hindi were added and finally we got the above image. 

This final  image (or collage) requires further improvements in detail. However, it is still beautiful enough and gives great messages. These messages are important; not the details of the images.

A Paragraph on Modiji

 

Modiji

Modiji’s full name is Narendra Damodardas Modi. He was born on 17 September 1950 at Vadnagar in Gujarat. He comes from a middle class family. It is said that as a child he helped his father in selling tea at Vadnagar railway station. He abandoned his household life to serve and unite the people of India. He became the 14th Prime Minister of India. He solved many political, religious and economical issues and paved path for the countrymen to progress in all spheres of life. Under his leadership the Indians and the NRIs got better opportunities, more success and higher reputation all over the world. Modiji is the most popular leader in India and in the world. He is indeed a world leader.

Bholi (A Short Story)

Once there was a girl named Sulekha. Everyone used to call her Bholi as she remained a backward child because of an injury she got in her brain by felling down from the cot in her childhood. She also had an attack of small pox. Due to these reasons, nobody cared for her. Later, a primary school was opened in her village; and the Tehsildar told Bholi’s father, Ramlal to send her daughters to school. Ramlal chose Bholi among his daughters and sent her to school.

In school, children used to make fun of her as she could not speak clearly as she used to stammer while speaking. But her teacher supported her and motivated her. Few years later, at the time of Bholi’s wedding, her bridegroom asked for dowry from her father. At this, Bholi herself refused to marry him and decided to serve her parents by teaching in the school in which she had studied. At that time, her teacher was also present there who felt very satisfied on seeing the completion of her masterpiece “Sulekha”.

 

(Original Author: KA Abbas)

Story Retold by:

Mahak Verma, Class 10

Session 2020-21

 

 

The Thief’s Story (A Short Story)

Once, a young boy went to Anil to cheat him. The boy was an experienced thief and had taken up an assumed name Harry. With his cunning mind and innocent smile, Harry managed to get job from Anil. Anil trusted him a lot. He also used to teach Harry alphabet and words since the latter was illiterate. Anil was a kind master. One day, Anil brought a bundle of notes and kept it under his mattress. Harry planned to steal it ;and at night, he slipped his hand under the mattress and took the bundle of notes. He fled from the house to catch the train. On the way, it was raining. He reached the station but didn’t get into the train. His conscience forbade him. His mind changed. He returned home and kept the bundle back. Next morning, Anil gifted a note of fifty rupees to Harry. It was wet because of the rain. Anil had understood the whole matter. Anil told Harry to get ready since he was going to teach him sentences that day. Harry smiled, but this time, pure-heartedly, for Anil had forgiven him.

(Original Author: Ruskin Bond)

Story Retold by:
Anjali Joshi, Class 10
Session: 2020-21

Paintings, Feb 2020

 

Name: Suresh Kumar

Roll no. 352

Class 10

Session 2019-20

3. An Essay on: Peace

Peace

                        Once upon a time there was a king named Vikram Pratap Singh. He was kind hearted and caring his kingdom’s people. He wanted the kingdom’s people to be happy. He asked many saints and astrologers how to keep his people of the kingdom happy. One of the saints named Haritmuni advised that if he wanted to get answer of his question he should do meditation.

                        The king went to Himalayas for meditation. After many years, a saint wearing white clothes appeared while he was meditating. The saint said in a low voice, ‘Vikram’. The king opened his eyes. He asked his question to the saint. The saint replied, ‘For getting your question’s answer you must like reading books’. He went back to his kingdom and started reading books. After reading many books, he read a saying that ‘Peace is the Reason for Happiness’. He understood that only peace can only bring happiness in his kingdom.

    

                        Now, for making his kingdom feel happy, he must know, “What is peace?” .He held a meeting in his palace with his courtiers, for understanding the meaning of peace. His courtiers gave different opinion about peace. But the king was not satisfied with any of the answers.

                        After some days, he decided to go to a jungle to meet a hermit for getting his doubt clarified. He left his horse and guards back, and went alone in the jungle to meet the hermit. When he reached the hermit, the hermit was ploughing a field. After some time king asked his question to hermit. But the hermit continued his work and did not reply.

                        After sometime when hermit completed his work the king again asked in a pleased way ‘What does the term peace really mean?’ For explaining the king about peace the hermit made two paintings of peace and asked the king to choose one of them, which indicates peace.

                        One picture was of a calm lake. The lake was a perfect mirror for peaceful towering mountains all around it. Overhead was a blue sky full of white clouds in it. The other picture had mountains too. But these were rugged and bare. Above was an angry sky, from which rain fell and in which lightening played. Downside of the mountain tumbled a foaming waterfall.

                        The king said “The first picture is peaceful but the second is not at all peaceful. But the hermit said “The second picture indicates the peace”. “Why” the king said. “Look properly!” the hermit said. The king looked closely, he saw behind the waterfall, a tiny bush growing in a crack in the rock. In the bush a mother bird had built her nest. There, in the midst of the rush of angry water, sat the mother bird on her nest in perfect peace.

                        The hermit explained why he selected second picture “Because peace does not mean to be in a place where there is no noise, trouble, or hard work. Peace means to be in the midst of all those things and still be calm in your heart. That is the real meaning of peace.”

                        The king understood the meaning of peace. He went back to his kingdom and explained to its people of kingdom that if you have peace you can get happiness all around you. After that people of the kingdom lived in harmony and with happiness; and the king also become happy after seeing his people of kingdom happy.

                        In the real sense, the saint Haritmuni and the hermit were the same person and they were the forms of God. God was impressed by the king’s devotion and came in different forms to the king.    

                       

Name: Kishan Singh

Class 10

Session 2017-18

2. An Essay on: Peace

Peace

I would begin this essay with very famous words said by Mother Teresa. Once she said, “Peace begins with a smile. Smile five times a day at someone you really don’t want to smile at; do it for peace”. It is true that love and compassion comes rushing to one person once he smiles. One can reduce the level of hatred he has towards the other person by smiling. Once you smile at a person, it results in the other person smiling back at you.

Everyone likes to live in a world of peace. I think this is important because it is very nice and can keep you away from drama. My parents have taught me many things about being peaceful, especially at school. They taught me to be respectful at all times and to walk away from drama and to never get involved in it. This is very important because getting into drama will make us a witness or the one who may be blamed when there is a problem.

Peace is also important because being rude or harmful for no reason at all is not being peaceful. This happens at school a lot mostly outside, but my friends and I just walk away. My mom tells me this is the right thing to do. She tells me that to be peaceful it is important for everyone to get along within the community and at school. She also told me to never join a fight between other people, she tells me when this happens go tell a teacher. This can help stop the violence in our school. All the people I know in my family tell me to never hang out with the wrong group of people because they may be the ones to get me in trouble.

My parents have also taught me to make friends from other cultures because they may look different from the outside, but inside they might be really nice and kind.  If we respect each other’s cultures, we can all live in peace and harmony.

This year, I have more friends who are from different cultures.  I enjoy playing with them and learning about their cultures. It helps me understand their opinion; experience, and culture.  Now, I have noticed that I am much more accepting of other people and also more open-minded to their point of view.

Whenever I have a problem with one of my classmates, I control my tone of voice and I explain it to them in   nonviolent way.  If they are still rude, I speak to them in a strong and polite way.

“I am sorry.” “I love you.” “I forgive you.” In my eyes, peace is not just a word that can describe something or someone. They are the statements said above. Peace is the little things people do every day. There may be many different definitions of peace, but the most important one to me is the one my mother has taught me. My mother has always said that God tells us to forgive each other, give to others, and love each other. I think that if every single person on this planet lived by these three simple rules, and said those three simple statements   every day, the world might be ready to move onto the bigger acts of kindness such as stopping wars or lowering crime rates.

I think people should remember lessons that we have learned from previous wars, wise leaders and from our own experiences.  These lessons have taught us to be more respectful to each other and to discuss problems instead of fighting about it.  If people follow these rules, the word would be a very peaceful place.

 The Earth is a beautiful planet and the people on the face of the earth are beautiful as well. My mother has made a big difference in my life when she taught me the word of God. God wants us to follow those three simple rules, forgive each other, give to others, and love each other. We cannot wait for someone like Mother Teresa or Mahatma Gandhi to jump-start the spreading of peace. People like us can do that in the little words and statements we say every day. My mother has really given me the biggest influence in my life to making peace. She has taught me to always follow what God wants you to do. We may already have our future in our minds, but we cannot attain that future until we can learn to forgive, give, and love everyone. Only when our hearts are open for giving forgiveness and love can God tell us what we are meant to do on this planet. Only then are we ready to really bring peace to the world.

Name- Abhishek  Vishnoi

Class- 10

Session 2017-18