tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43286545345857426982023-11-15T23:38:23.087-08:00Jyotika's DiaryJyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-1546291297634111182011-01-13T09:20:00.000-08:002011-01-13T09:24:07.668-08:00For Reba Mashi<i><span class="Apple-style-span" >- Wrote this for my aunt when she was in China</span></i><div><br /></div><div>The day you went to China</div><div>My heart was filled with gloom</div><div>The day you returned from there</div><div>My heart again started to bloom.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you bring no special gifts for me</div><div>Because your safe return is the most precious to me</div><div>Hope you do not ever leave me without care</div><div>Because that extreme sorrow will be more than what I can bear</div><div><br /></div><div>In your absence my heart is broken and I painfully cry</div><div>But all's well now so NEVER say goodbye</div>Jyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-82480780931783488922010-04-21T08:49:00.000-07:002010-04-21T09:00:29.071-07:00our teachersteachers are really like our mothers<br />caring for us and saving our bothers<br />To us they are very sweet and kind<br />They give us education and brush up our minds<br />our teachers like us with all their might<br />they show us the difference between wrong and right<br />They help in our studies no matter what<br />they take out our talent that in us we've got<br />I try my best to be good to my teacher<br />and try really hard not to disappoint herJyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-47761261668723101732010-01-25T06:19:00.000-08:002010-01-25T06:29:41.660-08:00poemsI am a little girl<br />With short blond curls<br />I am very nice<br />I am terrified of mice<br />People say I am very sweet<br />And I believe it is so,indeed<br />Even when I am hurt I do not cry<br />I can on my own wear my tie<br />Everyone really likes me<br />And happily offers me tea<br />I really like to roller skate<br />Cricket is the sport I hate<br />With my friends I have some fun<br />All the time till the day is done......Jyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-60583454501974783822010-01-22T22:10:00.001-08:002010-01-25T06:19:46.197-08:00little poem for rebamashiOnce a little boy<br />Loved to play with a toy<br />He never told lies<br />And he played with a dice<br />So he was really very nice<br />And he used to try many a disguise<br />He had some furry sweet mice<br />Who loved to eat rice<br />He was a strange little child<br />He liked animals that were wild<br />He was fond of getting money<br />With which he would buy honey<br />So he called out the whole day through<br />A wonderful song for you<br />"Honey honey honey<br />Sweet sweet honey<br />Give me your money<br />And then buy your honey"<br />So you truly know him well now<br />And gifts upon him you should bestow<br />He really truly likes you<br />Do you like him too??Jyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-21656352991940736972010-01-22T21:53:00.000-08:002010-01-25T06:35:00.619-08:00ambitionsIs a doctor what you want to be?<br />With loads of patients to examine and see<br />Or a teacher with heavy sacks of books<br />And never any time to care for your looks?<br />Or an astronaut so that into the space you shall fly?<br />But ever thought that without oxygen you shall die<br />Do you want to be a pilot?<br />Or a driver,I hope certainly not<br />What about becoming a poet,is that what you will be?<br />Actually I intend to become one,you see<br />So decide 'bout your future and hurry up<br />So that one day we'll meet in your office and say"whats up"?<br />At last I have decided to be in L.A. a singer<br />So that everyone about my beautiful talent shall really wonder.Jyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-7121904740843813502010-01-22T21:16:00.000-08:002010-01-25T06:11:04.736-08:00my dearest gradmotherMy grandmother was a remarkable woman.She loved me a lot and I returned her love and affection with a pretty smile.She cared for me and I loved staying with her more than anyone else.She was a brilliant cook.She would bake chocolate puddings,<em>pithes</em>(a kind of sweet made on Sankranti) and many other things.When I went to visit her I would always take sweets bought with my own money to her.I liked to see the sparkle in her eyes and the words of gratitude in her delicate lips then.Every morning she used to do puja in the puja room.She did all the pujas starting from Saraswati puja to Laxmi puja.We children (my sisters and I) would sit beside her,listening to the lovely stories which used to teach us a moral unobtrusively.We learned from her that we should never leave rice on our plates as it will make Ma Annapurna angry.We should handle our books with care to please Ma Saraswati and gentle care of sparrows lead to the entry of Ma Laxmi in our houses.I loved it when she fed me with her hands and it always seemed to make the food more tasty.Whenever I have any problem I always pray to my beloved Dida and Dadu.He was a great man,a caring father,a loving grandfather and a fabulous lawyer.My grandmother also had all the qualities of a perfect mother and we all her and love her from our hearts.Whatever I know I learnt from her and to me,she is and will always be the most brilliant woman.I know that wherever she is,she must feel proud of me.I will alwas remember her and she has a special place in my heart.In fact,she is my ideal person and my life's abbition is to be as great as her though I am sure I can never be that good or religious.I want her to know that I LOVE you Dida.I should not feel too sad as I know that she must have been given a wonderful welcome in heaven and I must feel very happy for her.May her soul rest in peace.....Jyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-23853455218043715102010-01-22T20:44:00.000-08:002010-01-22T20:55:41.486-08:00friendship poemFriends are fun to be with<br />One to share our things with<br />We always play together<br />And quarrel almost never<br />I do not like to see you cry<br />Or ever wave you goodbye<br />Friends are the one whom we like<br />With whom I can also fly my kite<br />When I am hurt and I feel sad<br />I cannot feel too bad<br />As you are always there to comfort me<br />That is why it is nice with you to be<br />Friends are rare to be found<br />So always together we are bound<br />We can swim together and catch fish<br />And eat of my choice many a dish<br />We are fond of each other<br />I never find talking to you a bother<br />I always feel very friendly towards you<br />Do you like me as I like you??Jyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-75573784610538071892009-01-21T22:48:00.000-08:002009-01-21T22:56:00.343-08:00Polly's Market Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnPivU6miaCUoizuiKNrquo9WLm7HBO1KjqEesJoDnWJpmwxMetbMR6LpJBwB5tW0RczqUy4fdGtgI3XxteeiPZbiSE8uFuBzWk4hrm5BYDfUBGWvI5XCw2iWDSDaf1VUsT1f8fjn_DIRB/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" 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border="0" /></a><br />Polly went to the market<br />Wearing a frilly frock<br />And a little pink bonnet<br />And spotted blue socks<br /><br />She wore a pair of white shoes<br />And little blue earrings<br />With her was a basket<br />Containing many things<br /><br />First she bought a little clock<br />And a lovely blue hat<br />And then some shiny buttons<br />And also a table mat<br /><br />After finishing her shopping<br />Her basket was full<br />It seemed very heavy<br />And it she could not pullJyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-24843129329983922912009-01-19T00:50:00.000-08:002010-01-25T06:33:10.874-08:00My little sister<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photochart.com/data/media/9/Cute_little_girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 248px; cursor: pointer; height: 199px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.photochart.com/data/media/9/Cute_little_girl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I have a small sister<br />Who loves to play with a ball<br />She's very fair with blue eyes<br />And she is very tall<br /><br />Her cheeks are rosy red<br />And her teeth are milk white<br />She doesn't wear glasses<br />And she has very good eyesight<br /><br />She has beautiful golden hair<br />All tied up with a bow<br />The end of her dress is set<br />With pink roses in a row<br /><br />She weighs fifty pounds<br />Her height is four feet<br />And people always praise her<br />Because she is so neat<br /><br />She is very cute<br />She's a cheerful child<br />Her name is Sally<br />And she is very mildJyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4328654534585742698.post-45704962063962783752009-01-18T23:07:00.000-08:002009-01-19T00:39:58.610-08:00A Poem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpOAtdd-534lj9htGUwmcgNns9Zgd6NZGXDmFaTSYwIFuG-iXkztzbs__z-Mbaw-jIxTC2uo9tOb841ufqMY9TCZTYMSvVvgZ04bCBbqM7pbLed1WBkDpDDrsey_MIzm3_T016j6sfULl/s1600-h/seaside-sunset.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpOAtdd-534lj9htGUwmcgNns9Zgd6NZGXDmFaTSYwIFuG-iXkztzbs__z-Mbaw-jIxTC2uo9tOb841ufqMY9TCZTYMSvVvgZ04bCBbqM7pbLed1WBkDpDDrsey_MIzm3_T016j6sfULl/s320/seaside-sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292899733645382786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A poem written for RebaMashi in 2008</span><br /></div><br />My really favourite character<br />Plays the role of a narrator<br />Who loves to eat chilli chicken<br />And read books by Charles Dickens<br />And yet he's serious about his work<br />And all the others say "What a jerk"<br /><br />He is the man<br />Who never gets a tan<br />Even when he goes by the seas<br />And then he drinks some coffee<br />And some sticky sticky toffee<br />And then it blows happily, the breeze!<br /><br />It blows away his hand<br />And his cute pet cat<br />And all of his food<br />So he says, "How rude"Jyotikahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800452337121153069noreply@blogger.com2