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Indian Navy March lyrics Jai Jai Jai Bharathi Seva Karenge Hum Desh ki Jai Jai Jai Bharathi Hume pyari hai azadi Jai Jai Jai Bharathi Seva Karenge Hum desh ki Jai Jai Jai Bharathi Hume pyari hai azadi Bachav karenge sagar that ki Adar badayenge Bharat ki Yaad Karo un veeron ki Jo hai Nav Sena ki

Be Glad Your Nose Is on Your Face Jack Prelutsky ,  1940 Be glad your nose is on your face, not pasted on some other place, for if it were where it is not, you might dislike your nose a lot. Imagine if your precious nose were sandwiched in between your toes, that clearly would not be a treat, for you’d be forced to smell your feet. Your nose would be a source of dread were it attached atop your head, it soon would drive you to despair, forever tickled by your hair. Within your ear, your nose would be an absolute catastrophe, for when you were obliged to sneeze, your brain would rattle from the breeze. Your nose, instead, through thick and thin, remains between your eyes and chin, not pasted on some other place-- be glad your nose is on your face!

Nine Gold Medals: Explanation by lines The athletes had come from so many countries To run for the gold and the silver and bronze Many weeks and months in training All building up to the games Athletes have come from many countries all over the world to take part in the Special Olympics. They were there to compete for medals – gold, silver and bronze. They have gone through strenuous training for months to participate in the events with high hopes and dreams of winning medals. All round the field spectators were gathered Cheering on all the young women and men Then the final event of the day was approaching The last race about to begin A large audience was present at the ground to cheer the participants of different events. They cheered and enjoyed throughout the day. Now it was time for the final event of the day – the race. People were eagerly waiting for the event to begin. The loudspeakers called out the names of the runners The one hundred metres the race to be ru...

OUR LOCAL TEAM - Ruskin bond Here comes our batting hero; Salutes the crowd, Takes guard; And out for zero. He’s in a again To strike a ton; A lovely shot- Then out for one. Our demon bowler Runs in quick; He’s really fast, Thought hit for six. In came their slogger; He swung his bat And missed by inches; Our wicket keeper’s getting stitches. Where’s our captain? In the deep. What’s he doing? Fast asleep. Last man in; He kicks a boundary with his pad. L.B.W.! Not out? The ump’s his dad!

Hughie Erskine, a handsome young man, hasn’t been able to get his act together. He has tried many things to make a living, including being a stock trader and also a merchant. Hughie is in love with Laura Merton, the daughter of a retired merchant. Although the retired Colonel likes and approves of the young man, he will not give his daughter’s hand in marriage unless Hughie is able to amass a wealth of £10,000, and then he will revisit the matter. Hughie does not have a profession and doesn’t know how he will ever get the money. On the positive side, Laura loves him, but what good is that if they cannot marry? Hughie often visits his friend, Alan Trevor, a renowned painter, whose paintings are always in demand. Alan happens to like Hughie, and allows him to visit even while he is working. One day when Hughie is visiting, Alan is painting a beggar with a piteous and miserable look on his face. The two friends talk about the beggar and Hughie asks how much the model gets, and he le...

The Last Leaf In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves. One Street crosses itself a time or two. An artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. Suppose a collector with a bill for paints, paper and canvas should, in traversing this route, suddenly meet himself coming back, without a cent having been paid on account! So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling, hunting for north windows and eighteenth-century gables and Dutch attics and low rents. Then they imported some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue, and became a "colony." At the top of a squatty, three-story brick Sue and Johnsy had their studio. "Johnsy" was familiar for Joanna. One was from Maine; the other from California. They had met at the table d'h�te of an Eighth Street "D...