write a short essay ( 250-350 words ) on the topic -- autobiography on coin
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here is the autobiography of coin. here coin represented as I ok !! I hope u will like it .
i was born on 19th day of July 2006 in the mint. I am a one-rupee coin.
After I was born the authorities packed me inside a trunk and I was taken to the bank. I made many other friends - one-rupee, two rupees and five rupees coins. One day I was given to one man in a transaction who came to the bank. As soon as I was given into his hands he picked me up from his palm with happy and cheerful eyes and put me in a separate pocket. I was feeling very proud that I was the most handsome coin among all other coins.
I stayed there for many days. As I was his lucky coin and he would not give me to anyone. But one day my keeper got pick pocketed and I fell into the hands of a rogue. He stuffed me in with his other dirty coins. I was feeling horrified. But one day I felt relieved when the rogue gave me to a panwala for a cigarette. As I was a shiny coin the shopkeeper kept me in a separate box. There I met many of my old friends who were released from the mint on the same day. Then when there was a shortage of coins, I was given away to a lady. Her purse was very soft and smelled of perfume. She kept me in a corner of her purse. There were many almost faded one-rupee, two-rupee coins. I often used to make fun of them but they kept quiet.
One day the lady gave me to the bus conductor but I slipped away from his hands and fell into a water puddle. I don't know for how many days I had been there until one day my rescuer came and I was ready to be in soft and nice purse. But to my surprise it was a beggar. He picked me up and put me in his dirty pouch. Finally he gave me to a tea-seller who said, 'this coin will not work, give another one.' Then I realized that my shine had gone. My prints had faded.
While I was asleep the beggar sold me, along with other coins, to a store keeper. The store keeper gave me to his son who kept me in his piggy bank. It was kept in a forgotten place of the storage. And there were many other dead coins too. I wonder whether I would ever see the light of day again! Or by the time I do, I will also be like those invalid coins at whom I used to laugh once.
hope it helps !!
# himanshu Jha ✌
here is the autobiography of coin. here coin represented as I ok !! I hope u will like it .
i was born on 19th day of July 2006 in the mint. I am a one-rupee coin.
After I was born the authorities packed me inside a trunk and I was taken to the bank. I made many other friends - one-rupee, two rupees and five rupees coins. One day I was given to one man in a transaction who came to the bank. As soon as I was given into his hands he picked me up from his palm with happy and cheerful eyes and put me in a separate pocket. I was feeling very proud that I was the most handsome coin among all other coins.
I stayed there for many days. As I was his lucky coin and he would not give me to anyone. But one day my keeper got pick pocketed and I fell into the hands of a rogue. He stuffed me in with his other dirty coins. I was feeling horrified. But one day I felt relieved when the rogue gave me to a panwala for a cigarette. As I was a shiny coin the shopkeeper kept me in a separate box. There I met many of my old friends who were released from the mint on the same day. Then when there was a shortage of coins, I was given away to a lady. Her purse was very soft and smelled of perfume. She kept me in a corner of her purse. There were many almost faded one-rupee, two-rupee coins. I often used to make fun of them but they kept quiet.
One day the lady gave me to the bus conductor but I slipped away from his hands and fell into a water puddle. I don't know for how many days I had been there until one day my rescuer came and I was ready to be in soft and nice purse. But to my surprise it was a beggar. He picked me up and put me in his dirty pouch. Finally he gave me to a tea-seller who said, 'this coin will not work, give another one.' Then I realized that my shine had gone. My prints had faded.
While I was asleep the beggar sold me, along with other coins, to a store keeper. The store keeper gave me to his son who kept me in his piggy bank. It was kept in a forgotten place of the storage. And there were many other dead coins too. I wonder whether I would ever see the light of day again! Or by the time I do, I will also be like those invalid coins at whom I used to laugh once.
hope it helps !!
# himanshu Jha ✌
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Coins have been in use since long. Previously there were pice, annas, two anna pieces, four anna pieces, eight anna pieces and rupee. Later came two rupeecoins. I was introduced only a few years ago. I’m comparatively a heavy coin.
I’m round in shape with a double layer of metal. On one side, I’ve the three-lion mark with the words India and on the other, the bold figure 5 with the word rupees in English and in Hindi and the year of my coinage. As I came out of the mint, I was brand new. First, I was sent into a bank. The first customer who got me was very happy. He kept it in his cash box and then gave it away to a shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper gave me to one of his customer’s along with other coins. I went on being exchanged from person to person. The result was that all along, I was getting frayed by degrees.
Now, I’m considered one of the old coins. However, I’m glad that my real value has not diminished over the years just for the reason of having got frayed. There is another matter of solace for me.
It is that I feel (and so do others about me) proud of being of a higher value as compared to coins such as those bearing the value of 25 paisa, 50 paisa, two rupees or the rupees which are the commonest. Then, the embossed figures and words on me are so prominent that they still remain legible. Even the flowery embellishment around the figure 5 is still intact.
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Hope it will help u .... :-)
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Coins have been in use since long. Previously there were pice, annas, two anna pieces, four anna pieces, eight anna pieces and rupee. Later came two rupeecoins. I was introduced only a few years ago. I’m comparatively a heavy coin.
I’m round in shape with a double layer of metal. On one side, I’ve the three-lion mark with the words India and on the other, the bold figure 5 with the word rupees in English and in Hindi and the year of my coinage. As I came out of the mint, I was brand new. First, I was sent into a bank. The first customer who got me was very happy. He kept it in his cash box and then gave it away to a shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper gave me to one of his customer’s along with other coins. I went on being exchanged from person to person. The result was that all along, I was getting frayed by degrees.
Now, I’m considered one of the old coins. However, I’m glad that my real value has not diminished over the years just for the reason of having got frayed. There is another matter of solace for me.
It is that I feel (and so do others about me) proud of being of a higher value as compared to coins such as those bearing the value of 25 paisa, 50 paisa, two rupees or the rupees which are the commonest. Then, the embossed figures and words on me are so prominent that they still remain legible. Even the flowery embellishment around the figure 5 is still intact.
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