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                                    A NEW APPROACH TO DISCIPLINE For the next few days, Anne struggled to teach helen who would throw a tantrum each time things didn;t go her way. While helen;s family had tolerated this behaviour, Anne needed toput an end to it. one morning at breakfast, Anne decided to take a firm stand. helen had poor table manners touching other' plates and grabbing food indiscriminately. that day anne refused to let helen touch her plate. helen persistently tried to get her way and when anne continued to refuse helen threw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Distreeed by the scene, helen family left the room at anne request with just anne present helen continued her tantrum for nearty two hours battling over the use of a napkin and a spoon. Eventually, helen gave in and finisahed her own breakfast, accepting anne's discipline.

                                    A NEW APPROACH TO DISCIPLINE For the next few days, Anne struggled to teach helen who would throw a tantrum each time things didn;t go her way. While helen;s family had tolerated this behaviour, Anne needed toput an end to it. one morning at breakfast, Anne decided to take a firm stand. helen had poor table manners touching other' plates and grabbing food indiscriminately. that day anne refused to let helen touch her plate. helen persistently tried to get her way and when anne continued to refuse helen threw herself on the floor in a tantrum. Distreeed by the scene, helen family left the room at anne request with just anne present helen continued her tantrum for nearty two hours battling over the use of a napkin and a spoon. Eventually, helen gave in and finisahed her own breakfast, accepting anne's discipline.

                             Dark Beginning  Helen keller was born on June 27, 1880 in Tuscumbia Alabama a quaiont town in the north western part of the state. she entered the world in a charming two-room cottage adorned with vines and climbing flowers. This cottage was part of the keller family estate, which helen's grandfather had purchased years earlier. The eastate was lovingly  called Ivy green due to the english ivy that cloaked the main house, trees, and fances. Helen's father, arthur, was a warm and outgoing man who enyoyed telling stories and hosting friends for extended stays at ivy green. he hailed from a family with deep southern roots and had a notable connection to American History being related to the renowned General Robert E. Lee. Arthur also served as a captain in the confederate army during the civil War. 

         About the Author Frederick forsyth was born on 25 August 1938 in Ashford kent England. He was educated at Tonbridge school and later joined the university of Granada in Spain. He joined the RAF and become a journalist and joined the BBC in 1965, where he served as an assistant displomatic correspondent. In this memoir he writes about a true incident when he survived a mishappening miraculously.      Frederick forsyth The moon was coming up in the east, behind me and stare were shining in the clear sky above mentioned. There wasn't a cloud in sky. I was happy to be alone high up about the sleeping countryside. I was flying my old Dokota aeroplane over france back to England. I was dreaming of my holiday and looking forward to being with my family. I looked at my watch. One thirty in the morning. I should call Paris control soon I thought. As I looked down past the nose of the aeroplane I saw the lights of a big city in front of me. I switched on the radio and said Paris control Dokota DS088 here. Can you hear me ? I m on my way to England over the voice from the radio answered me immediately DS 088 ,I can hear you . Ought to turn twelve degrees west now DS088 over. I checked the map and the compass switched oven to my second and last fuel tank and turned the Dakota twelve degrees west towards England.I'll be in time for breakfast's l thought. A good big English breakfast Everything was going well it was an easy flight. Paris was about 150 kilometres behind me when I saw the clouds. Storm clouds. They were huge. They looked like black mountains standing in front of me across the sky. I knew in could not fly up and over them and I did not have enough fuel to fly around them to the north or south.

The Vast Expanse Across the Horizon The Himalapyas extend across central Asia from the north east border of a Afghanista to the north western border of Myanmar covering a length of nearly 3,220 kms. 2,000miles they form a natural barrier between the plateau of Tibet and the plains of northern India there are three pre dominant parallel ranges nmely the great himalayas the lesser himalayas or the trans himalayas and the karakorum ranges. In the great himalayas are some of the world highest mountains which include mount everest 8,848 meters 29,028 feet the world highest peak and the kanchenjunga 8,598 meters28,208 feet the world third highest mountain. The makeu 8,480 meters 27,824 feet Dhaulagiri 8,144 meters 26,810 feet nange Parvati 8,096 meters 26,650 feet. Annapurna one 8,051 meters 26,504 feet Gosaunathan 7,986 meters 26,291feet and nanda devi 7.791 meters 25,654 feet are some of the other noted peaks. The peake in the lesser himalayan region vary from 2, 140 to 4,560 meters 7,000 feet to 15,000 feet .

India is a vast country abounding in rivers and mountains deserts and fertile land lakes and oceans marshy swamps and parched open spaces fruit laden meadows and wheat and rice crops swaying in the breeze. Its people are as different and varied, yet reflecting a culture that is strong and vibrant bonding the country that is so proud of her heritage. I have chosen as my subjects one of the most significant aspects of our country the rivers of india which are the main arteries throbbing with life and giving hope and sustenance to its people. My effort will be to give you in simnple details the richness and importance of their presence as we teace their source and course the historical geographical ans myyhological tales realed to them the puilgrim places along its course the growth of towns and cities and the industies related wqith them as well as reflecting on the harm mankind is dong from keeping the environment free from global pollution. I do holp thr book will be an experience and an adventure for you prodding yopu to explore further and seek more from this fascinating world that we live in.

                                                                     THE SLOO ASSPOCIATION Aloo is an alternative for anyone allergic of ALGU,AUNOSTICISM, ATHEISM ALLITERATION; an anicent assuranse against al affectations an alluring aphrodisiac for academics; an additional advantage against asymmetrical asuras. O, always adhere to AAAAA' S adveretisement. And always always annul the annual abvice by adversariesof aloo.                                                                 [ii]                                                                 on the burnished boundaries of Buzdilbahadurstan brown breasted Babblers on bare branches of banyans burst blue balloons and blew brass bugles to bully bashful bagoons in buffed boots, baffle bareefooted bunderlog bearing bearutiful bags of butterflies, beans and banshee bands and banisah both beyond black borderlands od bad badmash bandits.   O,The breavery of brash babbling birds o the buffoonery of baboons and bunderlong o the blundering boorishness of bad bandits.

                                           PREFACE This collection of whimsical prose poems which now has a second life is my homage to the mantic and punning texts I have read for decades with delight. They continue to offer a welcome relief from the other books in my library full of serious scientific social significant, sullen surly somer solemn sad, stern, [s] censorious and sepulchral concerns common to all times and places. A moral, social and religious education needs mocking shadows therwise it becomes oppressive. While this book is for my daughters, it is adout imagined words and strangs beings who refuse to obey logical ideas rational wishes and grammatical forms. Poems odout snarks by lewis carroll bestiaries by pablo Neruda hieroglphs by horace walpole purple cows by Gelett burgess practical cats by T.S. Eliot Dreamtigers by jorge luis borges jumblies by edward lear kipling;s just so stories and lucky's mad dance with his hat in samuel beckett play continue to sustain me in our cruel and mean times. I should of course add that I am always ready to be enchanted by the verbal and visual puns in the films of chapiln the marx brother buster keaton and laurel and hardy. The first edition of this book was published in 2014 by Tulikka. I was apprehensive  when Manjula padmanabhan persuaded me to send this eccentric book to radhikea menon and priya krishnan the editors at tulika. I thought they would dismiss it as flibbertigibbet. though i did hope radhika s note of acceptance was bemused and kind. she and priya instinctively understood that these minor verses dealing witrh many .

What is a River?  India abounds in rivers. Transcending down from the peaks of the Himalayas, the Ganga, yamuna, Brahmaputra, Sutlej, Indus and Jhelum and many of their tributaries wind their way across the northern states and merge into the Arabian sea or the Bay of Bengal. And from the vindhya Ranges in central India, the Narmada, Krishna, Kaveri Godaviari and their tributaries spread a web across the eastern and southern states of the country and finally find their way to the Bay of Bengal and the Indian ocean.  Despits their many similarities, all the rivers big or small are unique. They have a personality of their own as distinctive asthe landscape through which which 5hey flowm But you can only see these special qualities if you go closer and closer and watch the fascinating life in the flowing water and study the inter relation of plants and animals that dwell in it. Just a passing glance will not reveal the deep secrets you will then have the satisfaction of understanding the marvels of the living world of nature and the thrill of discovering a new life. Before we trace the course, the history and resources of the rivers of India, I would like to give you a basic and fundamental introduction to what is a River what are it's uses and explain how it is geographically divided into three parts the source of a River the channel if a River and the mouth of a river. It will help you to appreciate and understand the later chapters of the book as we go along. A river is a large body of water that flows over land in a long channel Most of the rivers begin from the mountains or ever hills. The source of a river could be varied a melting glacier or a snowfield an over flowing lake or ever tiny springs meging into one as the river flows downwards in tis channel it receives more water from streams and other smakk rivers and also rain fall. The end of the river is the mouth where the water empylties into a larger river a lake or an ocean . 

   A Bakery from goa Our elders are often heard reminiscing nostalgically about those good old portuguese days the portuguese and their famous loaves of bread. Those eaters of loves might have amongst us the mixers the moulders and those who bake the loaves. Those age old time tested furnaces still extinguished. The this this and jingle of the traditional bakers bamboo heralding his arrival in the morning can still be heard in some places maybe the father is not alive but the son still carries on the family profession. These bakere are ever today, known as pader in Goa. During our childhood in Goa the bakes used to be our friend, companion and guide. He used to come at least twice a day. Once, when he set out in the morning on his selling round and then again when he returned after emptying his huge basket the jingling this of his bamboo woke us up from sleep and we ran to meet and greet him. Why was it so ? Was it for the love of the loaf? Not at all. The loaves were bought by some paskine or bastine the maid servant of the housed what we longed for were those bread bangles which we chose carefully. Sometimes it was sweet bread of special make. The baker made his musical entry on the scene with the jhang jhang sound of his specially make bamboo staff. One hand supported the basket on his head and the other banged the bamboo on the ground. He would greet the lady of the house with good morning..