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CAN READING HABIT BE TAUGHT?

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  “The habit of reading is the only enjoyment in which there is no alloy. It lasts when all other pleasures fade.” Anthony Trollope   M any parents keep making this request to me: “Sir, please tell my son/daughter to read.” I smile. There are two reasons behind that smile… One: I did not cultivate the reading habit till I was in twelfth standard. Two: Most of the parents, who want me to tell their children to read, don’t read. So, is there a ‘right time’ to cultivate this reading habit in life? Is it something that can be ‘taught’ to someone, particularly little children? I am not a child psychologist; hence, I do not know whether or not reading habit can be ‘taught’. But, this much I know: each one has a personal reason as to why he or she reads books. Between the parents, one may swear by the books; the other may simply stay off them. Or, both may be fond of reading; but, not their children. Or, parents may not have touched books in their lives; but, their ch...

YOU ARE NEVER FRIENDLESS, EVER... IF YOU HAVE A DOG

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“Thorns may hurt you, men desert you, sunlight turn to fog; but you're never friendless ever, if you have a dog.” ―  Douglas Malloch T his must be my tenth Post on Buzzo… I am not sure. But, yes, I have written many times about him… how nice he is! For those who have missed the train, Buzzo is a permanent resident of the housing Society where I have my classes and office. He was born here with his many brothers and sisters… Only he survived. He lives with his partner Sony (I have given her that name). Buzzo was the name given to this adorable dog – he has put on a lot of weight now – by Devika and her brother Vinay (when they were school kids) who live in our Society. The way Buzzo shows affection and loyalty to Mr. Kanchan (Devika and Vinay’s dad) and his family is something heart-melting… “Wish I had a son or daughter like  Buzzo,” I have heard people saying this. Two days ago, Mr. Punjabi, a senior citizen, who lived in our building, exp...
THE WILD, WAYSIDE FLOWERS
There is, always, something extra-ordinary in the wild, wayside flowers...