Question

Autobiography on blackboard

Answer 1

I am a blackboard on the wall of Class VI of Nirmala Convent School , Siliguri. I am twenty years old. In my short life I have seen so many girls grow in front of me. They studied and learnt Maths, Science and English and moved on to a class ahead. My elder brother in class VII shouts at me from next door and tells me that now he is taking care of my students.
I like it very much when the teacher call the girls to the blackboard to solve maths problem. I keep wishing they will be able to do it. Sometimes the girls scribble on me , behind the teacher’s back. They draw cartoons and write slogans on me.
I am cleaned once a day with a wet cloth by the caretaker. During school hours, I am always with my friends the white chalk and the duster.
I have to tell you that I am made of a type of stone called slate. I was excavated in Madhya pradesh, carved and polished, then sent to a shop selling school supplies.
I was brought from Kolkata by the authorities and installed when the classroom was completed. Then came the chairs and desks. I am the most important teaching equipment in the classroom.
One day the class teacher entered the classroom excitedly and announced that they were turning the classrooms into smart classrooms. The new electronic boards would be connected with internet. The chalk would be replaced with a stylus and the duster was a delete button. It meant that I would be of no use. I would be taken off the walls and maybe given away to schools for poor children.
My end was near. I looked lovingly at the children. They were cheering hard. I was happy for them.

Answer 2

I am a black board. My friends and I were born in factory using machines . we were kept in different boxes and these  were kept in different vans. We were brought by different shopkeepers.

One day an came with his family.the boy wanted a big board . i thought i was the biggest blackboard in the shop, they would buy me . they came to check the price . they thought it was costly but the boy requested them to buy and the brought me.

The boy took good care of me. He writes on it and clean it after wards. I thought I was the lucky one to be bought by these people.i was very happy.

Many years later he did not enjoy write or draw on me. So he decided to give me to some one else .but no one needed black board . so he decided to throw me.

I was really happy when he was a kid but know I am so unhappy to leave such a good family.i thought this was the end of my life.but this was not the end of my life.

Some poor people took me from the garbage and used me as a table. They also used me to protect themselves from the wild animals.

I was so happy now because I was not in the garbage bin but more happy because I was being of some use to needy people.