The Fox and the Grapes
Once a fox became
very hungry. After some time he came to a vineyard laden with juicy grapes.
The grapes were however too high up to reach. At first the fox stood upon his hind legs but failed to get them.
The grapes were however too high up to reach. At first the fox stood upon his hind legs but failed to get them.
He then took several attempts to reach them but the result was the same.
The grapes were hanging temptingly before his eyes. He tried his best time and again but failed.
The fox at last understood that he could never get them.
He withdrew himself from further attempt. He went away consoling himself by saying, “Grapes are Sour”
A Life story of Blackboard
I spend most of my life hanging on a
wall in a classroom. I have been an integral learning tool for many decades
since the dawn of modern civilization. I feel quite content for having
contributed in making the mankind better. A classroom without me would be as
dull as a garden without flowers.
Teachers impart knowledge to students through
me. I help them simplify the abstruse concepts of knowledge. Like all other
things I have been evolving into better versions. Earlier I used to be any
plain hard surface painted black. Then I began to be made out of wood also. As
the time advanced I was made out of a special glass. The glass version was
quite convenient as cleaning it was quite easy and not much of the chalk
remained stuck to my surface. Then people experimented with my colour also.
The grapes were hanging temptingly before his eyes. He tried his best time and again but failed.
The fox at last understood that he could never get them.
He withdrew himself from further attempt. He went away consoling himself by saying, “Grapes are Sour”
A Life story of Blackboard
I spend most of my life hanging on a
wall in a classroom. I have been an integral learning tool for many decades
since the dawn of modern civilization. I feel quite content for having
contributed in making the mankind better. A classroom without me would be as
dull as a garden without flowers.
Teachers impart knowledge to students through
me. I help them simplify the abstruse concepts of knowledge. Like all other
things I have been evolving into better versions. Earlier I used to be any
plain hard surface painted black. Then I began to be made out of wood also. As
the time advanced I was made out of a special glass. The glass version was
quite convenient as cleaning it was quite easy and not much of the chalk
remained stuck to my surface. Then people experimented with my colour also.
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My
green board version seems to have become quite popular at schools. Then I
evolved into whiteboard gradually. In place of chalks, colourful markers are
used which though a bit more expensive, don’t cause chalk dust problems. My
most advanced and recent version is white-interactive smart board. A projector
attached to a computer projects all the learning data onto my surface thus
making classroom learning more efficient, colourful, interactive, engrossing,
and effective. Children prefer my smart board version to all other versions.
Though I have evolved over the years, however, my prime purpose of spreading
the light of knowledge remains to be unchanged.
I am a blackboard on the wall of Class XI of Govt Girls’’ School
. 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 XII 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 calls 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 Hariyana, 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.
My
green board version seems to have become quite popular at schools. Then I
evolved into whiteboard gradually. In place of chalks, colourful markers are
used which though a bit more expensive, don’t cause chalk dust problems. My
most advanced and recent version is white-interactive smart board. A projector
attached to a computer projects all the learning data onto my surface thus
making classroom learning more efficient, colourful, interactive, engrossing,
and effective. Children prefer my smart board version to all other versions.
Though I have evolved over the years, however, my prime purpose of spreading
the light of knowledge remains to be unchanged.
I am a blackboard on the wall of Class XI of Govt Girls’’ School
. 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 XII 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 calls 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 Hariyana, 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.
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