write an autobiography on coin in1500words
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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.
Explanation:
I am a one Rupee Coin and I am writing my autobiography. I was born in a mint in Delhi many years ago. I was brand new then and shone like a star; on my face was impressed the effigy of the King and on my other side I was stamped with my value. I was then thrown into a big sack with lots of others like me. Then, one day, I was sent off with my friends to bank. I lay there in an old iron box for many days, and then was handed over to fat man along with some currency notes.
One day my master gave me to a shopkeeper in exchange for a packet he bought, and I was dropped into a drawer, from where I could see hundred of things displayed on the shelves. I was just getting used to my surroundings when someone pushed me into his pocket. I soon discovered, to my horror, that the pocket had a hole, and before lang I found myself lying in a dirty street covered with mud. To crown it all, people stepped all over me with big, heavy boots. I cried out in pain and oh! Dear, this was not the idea of fun at all.
Thank goodness a little boy spotted me and his eyes lit up like lamps when he held and examined me. I knew I had made him happy. Just that thought wiped away all my earlier pain and discomfort. In a strange way I realized I was needed, so I stayed on with the little boy who dropped me into his bank.
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I had no life earlier. I was a metal. Some more metals like silver, zinc etc., were mixed and made into an alloy. The State mint gave me a shape, a life and a new name. I am a newly born one rupee coin and I joined the heap of my elder brothers minted earlier. Some more younger to me minted later joined me in the heap. All of us were glittering and shining, waiting without knowing our future.
One day the Manager of the mint moved us to the weighing machine. Weighing thousands of us at a time we were packed into boxes where we had no air to breathe. We were put into a train going south. After two days we reached Chennai and got deposited in a grand building called the Reserve Bank of India. Here again it was all dark, protected on all sides with armed guards guarding us all the time. We talked to one another, how valuable we were. Boxes before us were going out at the rate of two or three everyday. Then came the turn of our box. The box was lifted and handed over to the cash section. A beautiful place with a lot of light, air and sea breeze. That was the first happy day after our birth. All of us in the box stayed together all these days. But unfortunately the cashier is putting out tens and fives of us and giving to different people.
Ninety nine other brothers and I, fell into the hands of a pious merchant living in Georgetown. He took us to the prayer room, placed us before his deity, said his prayers and deposited us in his iron safe. There we found new companions – gold coins, nickel coins, copper coins, paper notes and gold and silver ornaments. It was a grand museum.
Another four of us and I were picked up on Deepavali day by our master. He gave me out to a vegetable seller all alone. My brothers were similarly given to others in exchange for other commodities. My new master was a lady. She tied me up in a corner of her sari. She was so pleased with my new shape and brightness. Many of our clan came to her and left. But she never gave me away. In a way I can say that she fell in live with me. She carried me to market, to temple, to cinema, to beach and to all places. I was really enjoying her company seeing new men and new places.
One day when my lady boss was sleeping she lost grip over me. I was allowed to roll out of her room to be found by her naughty son. He became my new boss. He played with me hitting me up and down. Everytime when 1 fell down, I cried with pain. My young boss laughed at my cries and repeated his acts. I was praying to God to get me out of his hands. That day came soon when I was exchanged for an ice-cream. The vendor became my new boss, who on his travel to Hyderabad took me with him. I was feeling happy that I was again travelling in a train. But midway another person who wanted change got me. He was a very rich person travelling from place to place on pilgrimage.
I was still bright and glittering. So my new master kept me with him for a month. I saw places of pilgrimage like Tirupati, Sirsailam, Bhadrachalam and Simhachalam before I reached Visakhapatnam along with my boss. From there I, along with my boss, (raveled by air to Allahabad where he wanted to have a dip in holy Prayag. I was happy that I was joining him in the holy dip. But alas! There I was left to sink down in the holy ‘Sangam’ where I still lay buried. I am still lying there unseen, unheard and unused. I will be there as long as Ganga and Jamuna flow.