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all my teachers
Teachers are a precious gift from God,
The most successful and sacred people in this world
With a loving heart, forgiving mind and smiling faces
You are all my dearest friends.
times you act the part of a mother, father, doctor or nurse
And you are always our guardian angels.
Always ready to guide us in the right path
Teaching us to be obedient and disciplined.
encourage us in our education.
What can I give you as a reward?
A bouquet of flowers or a gold ring?
Knowing I cannot measure your value in bouquets or rings.
thing I know
I'll be dedicated to you always
For your great services
To all who cross your path.
Led by a blind man
I stumbled -
He sensed it,
But how? I could only guess.
I glanced at him.
He was smiling -
It was infectious.
"I know what you think,"
He said with a nod,
"Being led by a blind man?
Foolish, don't you think?"
I had no answer
As I had chosen to be led
By this man who knew his way
Even though he was blind.
"You see my friend,"
He smiled and said
"I'm not blind as I try to see,
But those who are really blind
Are those who refuse to see!"
T. B. Singalaxana
Education is the greatest asset,
A man can acquire
It makes man worthy
Of being called a man.
It is the way,
To perfect knowledge
So it must be acquired.
Not many understand
The value of education
It cannot be stolen or destroyed
Wealth must be protected but
Education will protect you
cannot burn it
Flood cannot drown it,
The storm cannot destroy it
It will be with you
Whenever you need it
It will be with you
Wherever you go.
value of education
Is more than treasures
And cannot be measured
Harder you strive better
It is the reward remember,
Although its roots are bitter
Its fruits are sweet.
by an Angel
I have always wanted to
be a doctor and it was to be decided in a few months. When I was
18 years old, with three months left for my A/Levels, I had an unbearable
pain in my stomach. With my mind full of studies, I did not want
to spare time worrying about it. Nevertheless, I had to see a doctor
as I kept imagining the worst, cancer perhaps.
I prayed, "God, I'm too young to die!" My prayers were
answered. It was not cancer but an ovarian cyst, which needed to
be operated upon immediately. I was admitted to the hospital the
very next day.
I felt all alone among the huge crowd at the hospital. Everyone
had a story to tell about strange sicknesses I had never heard of,
about life and death. A baby girl in my ward died the next day.
Life was all about loving and losing. When God loves someone very
much, He wants him/her beside Him, earlier than He first planned.
God must have loved that baby girl a lot.
I wanted to be loved by God too. When everything was peaceful that
night, I prayed.
"God let me finish what I'm meant to do in this world. Let
me reach for the moon. Let me come to you as a fulfilled person."
The most dreaded day of my life came all too soon, the day of the
operation. I hadn't eaten in two days. I was fed up of blood tests
and X'rays. Most of all, I was tired and scared. The doctors and
nurses cracked jokes just to cheer me. But my heart was heavy. All
I wanted was peace.
I prayed to Jesus. All of a sudden, I felt like I was being hugged
by someone special. When I regained consciousness, the doctors asked
me what I was thinking. I apparently had a smile on my face throughout
the operation with tears running down my eyes.
They were tears of joy, of learning that God loves me and will take
care of me, no matter what. In that short span of time, I matured
from an aimless girl to a woman with a dream to serve God. I learnt
how precious and unique life is. We should be thankful for being
the chosen ones.
Strengthened anew, I am now studying to be a doctor, knowing that
God loves me unconditionally.
fire with care
My cousin was admitted
to the National Hospital, Colombo on May 1, 2002. We went to see
her. It was our first visit to the hospital burns section. Lying
in bed with her family members surrounding her, she was weeping
bitterly. What had happened? fifteen year-old she was making sweets
for an evening snack on one stove and tea for her father's friend
on the other. Her mother was putting the little one to sleep and
dozing off herself.
We Muslims have to wear a shawl over our body all the time. That
day, my cousin had been wearing a silk, long-sleeved shalwar. As
she was removing the kettle from the fire, her shawl caught fire.
She desperately tried to put it out without making too much noise.
When her remaining clothes were on fire, she screamed for help.
Her father ran to the kitchen and poured a whole bucket of water
over her to put out the fire and rushed her to the hospital.
She is better now, although she has had to have plastic surgery.
So readers, please be careful that such an incident does not happen
has fun with the Babes
By Thiruni Kelegama
With all of Sri Lanka's drama circles agog with the latest
copyright disputes, a certain drama troupe was not to be deterred.
Gateway (Kandy) International School took to the stage on October
26 with their maiden production; the pantomime Babes in the Wood
by Jim Sperinck. In spite of the questions raised in drama circles
all over Colombo, these young thespians put their heart and soul
into this performance of Babes in the Wood.
A pantomime is a typically British theatrical entertainment, usually
performed in the Christmas season for the pleasure of the young
and the young at heart!
Babes in the Wood is a traditional fun packed pantomime. The story
is based loosely upon these themes. The Babes of the story are driven
out of the house by their wicked uncle who is the Sheriff of the
town. He also happens to be the wicked Sheriff in the Robin Hood
and Marion adventures, who are also part of the pantomime. But they
are rescued by the team of goodies who are an essential part of
a pantomime along with the baddies.
The goodies are led by the fairy queen and finally the wicked uncle
is caught and made to repent for his wicked deeds.
The main characters, the Babes - Tom and Mary - were played with
enthusiasm by the brother and sister team Adrian and Samantha Moder.
They were well suited for the part, and captivated the audience.
Robin and Marion were equally enchanting. However, one did tend
to feel that Marion was not really in character at some points of
the play. But, it was a job well done! Robin managed to play the
romantic quite well, but he did not really get into the Robin, Prince
of Thieves norm, where he is portrayed as the person who robs the
rich and gives to the poor.
The singing done by the duo during their moments together was commendable.
The songs 'Nothing's gonna change my love for you' and 'I'll never
get over you getting over me' were well sung, though not as well
The star of the evening was no doubt Nurse Nightingale, or 'You
can call me Nightie for short!' played by Sharaz Bongso. She managed
to keep the audience entertained, as she portrayed the Nurse who
has been employed to look after the small children, but in reality
wants to find herself a man.
Stage fright was something she had not even thought about, and the
very fact that she was not at all conscious of her part, made her
even more interesting to watch.
The songs and the dances were all in keeping with the modern era.
However, that did not mean the director had not chosen the equally
funny and universally known nursery rhymes to keep the audience
entertained. Robin Hood's sidekick's rendition of Old Macdonald
had a Farm with its rap was the hit of the evening with the actor
receiving a stunning round of applause, which was well deserved.
All in all, Babes in the Wood was entertainment for the whole family.
The cast made sure that the audience would have no shortage of laughs.