Autobiography of a notbook within 2000 words
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Hello Everybody! My name is 'Pioneer Long Note Book'. I am a lucky and famous exercise book with 240 pages in me! Imagine yourself with 240 organs!! Now the real part, as you know I was not always like this; only being handled by this world of men, I was a part of this wonderful nature. I was a beautiful and tall Fir tree in Canada. The weather there was really cold. While I was resting in my mother, nature's lap when suddenly I heard the footsteps of heavy-booted men. They were the lumberjacks of Canada and they had probably come to chop me and my fellow friends. And in a couple of hours, my journey in the lap of nature ended. And further, my journey in the world of men thus the life of cruelty began. I was straight away bounded in a pile and thrown into the river where ice was melting and we soon stuck, but the cruel men shamelessly bombed us with dynamite to free us. Oops! I still bear some horrible scars.
After some long days of cooling shivers and burning scars, I was taken to a huge building from where came a smell of acids and poisonous gases. I was going to be choked! and my eyes were filled with hope being cured as I had still not understood the real nature of men. I was aimless picked up and thrown by a weary worker. He gave me a disgusting look as if I were the cause of his weariness. Finally: again my wish was turned around on me and simply the worst thing happened. Imagine yourself that how much it would pain if whatever organs you have left in your body are mercilessly chopped and thrown in cold icy water. Then also I kept calm. But something was not going to be right further; I was totally reduced to pieces. Then finally, the lady of luck shined upon my eyes. All my tender pieces were joined and I miraculously became to be known as ' PAPER'. The white, the fair and the soft. A spray of ink 'ruled' me and I was compiled into an Exercise Book. Truly, the Pioneer company has given me a new live in. I was loaded in a truck and taken to a stationery store called 'Starmark'. In Chicago 'Starmark' transferred me from North America straight away to India. In India I was kept in the 'Starmark' showroom at Mani Square, Kolkata, and only after 2 days I was bought by a boy Abheek Bose, who studied in DPS. He was a lovely and successful boy. At that time he was in Standard 6. He handled me nothing less than a royal gaucho. The Gauchos are the royal people who serve the King and the Queen, they are like personal attendants. So, now you can understand how I was treated. I had a lovely time with him being his 'English Copy'. But his English teacher added horrible scars of red colour on my fair and light skin. But soon after 6 months my good luck perished. After all my pages were filled with writing, I was thrown into a pit; from where some people came and took me to a fiery factory, where after 2 days I was preparing to be reduced to ashes.
Just before that one thought occurred to me; think, I might be the reason for your success in studies, but what value do you have for me. Does a note book have truly NO VALUE in the world of men???
After some long days of cooling shivers and burning scars, I was taken to a huge building from where came a smell of acids and poisonous gases. I was going to be choked! and my eyes were filled with hope being cured as I had still not understood the real nature of men. I was aimless picked up and thrown by a weary worker. He gave me a disgusting look as if I were the cause of his weariness. Finally: again my wish was turned around on me and simply the worst thing happened. Imagine yourself that how much it would pain if whatever organs you have left in your body are mercilessly chopped and thrown in cold icy water. Then also I kept calm. But something was not going to be right further; I was totally reduced to pieces. Then finally, the lady of luck shined upon my eyes. All my tender pieces were joined and I miraculously became to be known as ' PAPER'. The white, the fair and the soft. A spray of ink 'ruled' me and I was compiled into an Exercise Book. Truly, the Pioneer company has given me a new live in. I was loaded in a truck and taken to a stationery store called 'Starmark'. In Chicago 'Starmark' transferred me from North America straight away to India. In India I was kept in the 'Starmark' showroom at Mani Square, Kolkata, and only after 2 days I was bought by a boy Abheek Bose, who studied in DPS. He was a lovely and successful boy. At that time he was in Standard 6. He handled me nothing less than a royal gaucho. The Gauchos are the royal people who serve the King and the Queen, they are like personal attendants. So, now you can understand how I was treated. I had a lovely time with him being his 'English Copy'. But his English teacher added horrible scars of red colour on my fair and light skin. But soon after 6 months my good luck perished. After all my pages were filled with writing, I was thrown into a pit; from where some people came and took me to a fiery factory, where after 2 days I was preparing to be reduced to ashes.
Just before that one thought occurred to me; think, I might be the reason for your success in studies, but what value do you have for me. Does a note book have truly NO VALUE in the world of men???
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