gandhiji father experiences mixed feeling for son on receiving the confession note he pens down the feelings in the form of a diary entry imagine yourself and his place and write a diary entry in about 80-100 words
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I must have been about seven when I was put into a primary school and I can well
recollect those days, including the names and other particulars of the teachers who
taught me. I do not remember having ever told a lie, either to my teachers or to my
schoolmates. I used to be very shy and avoided all company. My books and my lessons
were my sole companions. To be at school at the stroke of the hour and to run back
home as soon as the school closed—that was my daily habit.
Two incidents belonging to this period have
always clung to my memory. As a rule, I had
a distaste for any reading beyond my school
books but somehow my eyes fell on a book
purchased by my father. It was Shravana
Pitribhakti Nataka (a play about Shravana’s
devotion to his parents). I read it with
intense interest. One picture in the book
showed Shravana carrying his parents onpilgrimage. The book and the picture
left an undying impression on my
mind. ‘Here is an example for you to
copy,’ I said to myself.
Another similar play—Harishchandra—
captured my heart. ‘Why should not
all be truthful like Harishchandra?’
was the question I asked myself day
and night.
To follow truth and to go through all ordeals Harishchandra went through was the
one ideal it inspired in me.
There was another such incident during the time when I was in the seventh standard.
Dorabji Gimi, the headmaster, was very popular among the boys, as he was a
disciplinarian, a man of method and a good teacher. He had made gymnastics and
cricket compulsory and I disliked both. I never took part in any exercise before they
were made compulsory. I then had the false notion that gymnastics had nothing to do
with education. Today I know that physical training is as important as mental training.
The reason for my dislike for gymnastics was my keen desire to serve as nurse to my
father. As soon as the school closed, I would hurry home and begin serving him. Now
it happened that one Saturday, I had to go from home to the school for gymnastics
at four o’clock in the afternoon. I had no watch, and the clouds deceived me. When
I reached the school all the boys had already left. The next day, on being asked the
reason for absence, I told Mr Gimi what had happened. He refused to believe me. I was
convicted of lying! That deeply pained me. How was I to prove my innocence? There was
no way. I learnt that a man of truth must also be a man of care. This was the fi rst and
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happy friendship day dear