STORY

MAN DEPENDS ON MONEY

-WRITTEN BY

-S.Basith Jamal

CHARACTERS

Jamal and Prasath- students at hostel

Ram- warden

Kumar- wardens father

Kishore- officers

Ashok- kishores friend

On june 2^nd the school reopens and the boarders arrived the hostel the day before. Jamal and prasath was close friends and

Noughty too. One week passed…..jamal and prasath started to show their behavior and character and it was disliked by the warden.

Kishore a leading officers in a company, who used to get Rs80,000 per month. He used to spend his money in unwanted things. The company was closed because of some problem.

He cant get a job and he is need for money. He don’t know what to do.

Ashok is a man who creates unwanted problems to the socity.

Ashok and kishore are friends. Ashok dragged kishore to wrong ways to earn money.

Kumar, father of warden ram used to visit the hostel weekly once. And he used to speak with the students, and jamal and prasath was liked by him. They used to share things.

As they are senior students they liked and used to break the rules of the hostel. One day they were making arrangement to go to a movie, and started to workout. On that time ashok and kishore passed that way. They saw two boys jumping from the hostel. This was seen by ashok and he gave a idea to kidnap the two students as they were hostel student they will think that they ran away, we can get the money from their parents and we can share the money. The caught them and sprayed them to make them faint.

Kumars neighbor house was kishoers house. They both was friends. Kumar went to kishores house. Kishore went to bring water to kumar. Suddenly the door which was locked started making sounds. Kumar opened and was shocked to see that the both students who was lost was there. He don’t know what to do, kumar informed to the police. Kishore saw that and

Closed the door. Police arrived and arrested kishore and sent jamal and prasath to the hostel.

Kumar know everything about kishore but kumar don’t know

“MAN DEPENDS ON MONEY”

-Basith JamaL.S

kavithai

GLAZE BROOKE

- A HEAVEN IN THE WORLD OF HELL

A beautiful life was gone and gone,

When the school reopens in June,

We settled with new desks and benches,

When we quenched up in book depot;

Got our new books and notes!

When we wanted 2 Sundays and no Mondays;

Yet we managed to line up silently for morning prayers.

We began drawing with crayons and colour pencils;

Finally evolved to sketch pens and paints,

We started calculating with tables,

Evolved to Clark’s tables but soon;

Advanced to calculators.

We chased one another in the corridors,

Which now reminds us “the childhood fun”?

We played with bat and ball,

And returned to the class drenched in sweat!

But now with papers and marks;

Which rolled as balls and runs?

Two P.T. periods in the weeks time table,

Were awaited more eagerly than the monsoons;

Gone are the days of Sports day and Annual day,

And a month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days of stressful quarterly, half-yearly,

And Annual day and the most,

Enjoyed holidays after them.

Our travel begins here, leaving our tutors behind.

Gone are the days, but not the memories;

Which lingers in our hearts for ever and ever?

And ever and ever.

--WRITTEN BY

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