CBSE Class 9 English Letter Writing – Diary Entry
Diary writing is one of the most personal and informal categories of writing. A diary writing can be based on an experience, a scene, a description or narration of certain event or any other thing or activity that the writer considers worth writing in his personal diary.
In the examination, the question on diary writing is aimed to test your imaginative, creative and expressive skills.
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GUIDELINES FOR DIARY WRITING
A diary entry has no fixed format or style of writing. However, a good diary entry does contain the following features:
- A good diary writing contains the place, the date, the day and even the time of writing. For example:
20th July, 20XX
Friday, 8:00 p.m.
- A diary doesn’t need any formal heading. However, it is optional. If you want, you can give a suitable heading.
- The style and tone is generally informal and personal. However, it depends on the subject. Sometimes the tone can be philosophical and reflective too. You can freely express your viewpoints and feelings.
- As the diary is writer’s personal document, the diary entry doesn’t need any signature. It is totally optional.
- You can evolve your own suitable style depending on the topic of your writing.
As per the CBSE syllabus, you are required to write a diary/article in about 100-120 words.
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You recently visited the 24th Crafts Mela at Suraj Kund, Faridabad. It was Mini India assembled at one place. Using the hints, make a diary entry of what you saw and experienced there.
Hints: • More than 20 states of India represented • Rajasthan—the theme state • Participation of foreign countries • cultural programmes, dances at ‘Chaupal’ and ‘Rangmanch’ • Food courts catering all kinds of foods • arts and handicrafts
from the awarded artisans.
20th March, 20XX
Monday, 8:00 pm
The Crafts Mela at Suraj Kund was much more impressive and grand than what I had imagined. This year the ‘Theme State’ was Rajasthan. The whole campus was painted with the visuals of Ranthambore, Chittor, Jodhpur and Jaisalmer. It was Mini India assembled on a few hundred acres of land. All the awarded artisans from different states had set up their workshops and stalls there. Many countries, more particularly Pakistan, Nepal and Afghanistan gave it an international look. Bangles, jewellery decoration pieces, wall-hangings, purses, shoes, sarees, garments and cosmetics found thousands of buyers. Every evening there were cultural shows at the ‘Chaupal’ and the ‘Rangmanch’. The ‘Food Court’ provided all kinds of delicacies for food-lovers. Basically, it was India in all its colours, tastes and sounds scattered on the Aravalli hills.
You paid a visit to an ‘Old Home’ with other N.S.S. Volunteers. Using the hints given below together with your own ideas, make a diary entry of what you saw and experienced there.
Hints: • Old home • Mostly senior citizens above 60 • Peaceful surroundings • Spacious • Clean rooms and baths • Regular Medical check-ups • a good library • Means of recreation • A home away from home.
10th March, 20XX
Monday, 4:00 pm
With the disintegration of the joint family system, the old people find themselves deserted and alone. It is unfortunate that in the evening of their lives, they are not looked after by their childem. The concept of ‘Old homes’ is for such old people. I made it a point to visit the ‘Old Home’ at Bhiwadi. The Home is situated at a peaceful place. The building is simple but spacious and clean. It seems to be an ideal place for the senior citizens.
A doctor visits the Home daily to check up the senior citizens. There is a permanent nurse employed to look after and give them medicine on time. The home has a good library and several means of recreation All the inmates showered their parental love by insisting on having lunch with us. What a satisfying and rewarding visit it was to meet our grand paas and grannies!
While going home you came across many children on the roads at crossroads with begging bowls in their hands. Your are shocked and disgusted at this unflattering picture of a country which boasts of being a major economy in the world. Record your experience in your diary.
20th April, 20XX
Sunday, 6:00 pm
They say that India is emerging as a major economy in the world. But it is more true that India has the largest army of poor people, paupers and beggars. Hence, millions of people in India are condemned to begging. I am shocked to see hundreds of shabby looking people in rags shouting in woeful tones, “Baba, give me something for God’s sake”. No country can become great if its children are condemned to lead such miserable lives. If millions of children live in such inhuman conditions, dirt and poverty, it is a matter of shame for the government and the civilized society of India. Every child must have a constitutional right to get proper food, clothes and education. It is true that begging has also become a lucrative profession for some bad characters. They kidnap small children and raise them to beggars. The other side of the story is also true. Millions of hands in this country don’t get any jobs to earn a living. They resort to begging.
Indian weddings are matchless in grandeur, glamour and luxury. They are matchless in wastage, extravagance and vulgar display of money and wealth. Record your experience of such marriages in your diary.
20th June, 20XX
Sunday, 7:00 pm
They say that Indian weddings are matchless in glory, grandeur and glamour. In comparison, weddings in Europe and America pale into insignificance. The other side of the story is that Indian marriages are matchless in wastage, extravagance and vulgar display of money and wealth. Recently I happened to attend one such big marriage. About five thousand guests were invited to the ‘barat ’ or the wedding party. A township of stalls serving hundreds of dishes, drinks and sweets had come up on the sprawling lawns of a five star hotel. The ceremony lasted till midnight. Even by a conservative estimate it was a show worth in crores. Surely this amount would have been sufficient to feed all the beggars and orphans of the city for months.It speaks volumes of disparity that has become the main feature of Indian society. A small minority grabs all the riches and wealth of the nation. The extravagance and vulgar display in Indian marriages are at the cost of the starving millions.
Taking help from the information given below, make a diary entry describing how you caught a thief red-handed one night,
Hints: • A beautiful evening • the family had a nice dinner • watched TV • went to sleep • sleep was disturbed • heard some commotion • got suspicious • switched on the light • parents also got up • found things in a mess • someone had come there • the search began • no one was found at last • my eyes fell on the shoes behind a curtain • he was the thief • all pounced on him caught • handed over to the police.
14th August, 20XX
Tuesday, 9:30 pm
It was a pleasant August evening. Generally, the whole family dine together. We enjoyed a nice dinner and then watched, a TV serial for an hour. Then, I retired to my bedroom and soon fell.asleep. Around midnight, my sleep was disturbed. I heard some movement and commotion.Who could be at this odd hour? I stood up and switched on the light. My movements woke up my parents, too. We were surprised to see the cupboards open and things lying on the floor in a mess. My parents were worried. But there was one consolation. The cash and jewellery were safe. The search for the thief began. My uncles and cousins also joined us. All that toil and trouble didn’t bring any result. Suddenly, I noticed some movement behind a curtain in the living room. And Lo! The thief was hiding there. All of us pounced on him. Before he could react, he was tied down. The police was informed and he was arrested on the spot. Good luck indeed! Thank God, everybody was safe and sound. There was no loss except for a few hours of our sweet sleep.
Taking help from the information given below make a diary entry describing how you became a perfect swimmer.
Hints: • At the NDMC swimming pool • suddenly a sturdy and muscular boy came • he mocked me saying “Hey skinny!” • before I could react • was thrown into the pond • the deeper end • at the bottom • didn’t know how to swim • my hands and legs paralysed • found myself lying at the side • decided to be a perfect swimmer • employed a trainer • made me work for hours in the pool taught me inhaling and exhaling • my hard work was rewarded • I had become a perfect swimmer.
10th May, 20XX
Monday, 8:30 pm
Misfortunes never follow a calendar. They come uninvited. I was sitting at the deeper side of the NDMC swimming pool. A strong and sturdy boy came. He mocked me by saying, “Hey skinny!” Before I could react, the muscular rascal pushed me into the pool. I found myself at the bottom. The depth of the pool was not less than nine feet. I didn’t know how to swim. I struggled to come up. My arms and legs were totally paralysed. I felt suffocated. I thought that my end was near. Later on, when I came to senses, I found myself vomiting at the other end of the pool. I pledged myself to become a perfect swimmer. I employed a professional trainer. He was a hard taskmaster and made me sweat three hours for weeks. He taught me inhaling, exhaling and diving into the pool. My hard labour and my trainer’s professional coaching were rewarded. I participated in a swimming competition organised by a local club. And the most unexpected happened. I led the rest by a comfortable margin. My dream had come true. I had become a perfect swimmer.
You spent a week with your friend in his village ‘Kovlam’, near the famous beach of the same name. Taking help from the information given below and inventing your own details, make a diary entry of what you saw and experienced in ‘God’s Own Country’.
Hints: • Kerala • God’s Own Country • invited by my friend to spend a week in Kerala • Christmas holidays • Kovlam village • near the famous beach • sea and surf • lush green surroundings • coconuts and palms • sprawling paddy fields«fishing« a memorable stay.
10th March, 20XX
Friday, 8:00 pm
They say that Kerala is God’s Own Country. And rightly so. If any place can match Kashmir’s beauty and greenery, it is Kerala. I didn’t want to miss an opportunity to visit Kerala. So I accepted the invitation of my friend Suresh Nambiar to spend a week at his village Kovlam. The place is about 20 miles away from Thiruvanathapuram. Kovlam is known for its world famous beach. It is basically a fishermen’s village. The whole place is wrapped in greenery. Coconuts and palm trees stand over the sprawling green paddy fields. We used to spend a lot of time fishing in a nearby pond. We often enjoyed a boat ride in the canal. What is Kerala without the surf and the sea? So we would spend hours either strolling or taking a sea-bath or lying on the golden beach. Kerala is rich in tea, coffee, rubber plantations and spices. I was lucky to enjoy the fascinating Kathakali dance. But the thing that I can never forget in my life was the Ayurvedic oil massage in one of the local health resorts. It was really a memorable stay.
Taking help from the information given below make a diary entry describing the decency and humane side displayed by a conductor in a DTC bus recently.
Hints: • Bus conductors • not particularly known for decency and decorum • most of them foul mouthed and arrogant • I was travelling from Old Delhi to Pitampura • conductor came • I had my ticket but my purse was not in my pocket • forgotten at home • conductor • simply smiled and paid from his own pocket»I thanked him • never seen such a fine specimen of humanity.
16th February, 20XX
Thursday, 8:00 pm
Many stories of arrogance, bad temper and indifference can often be heard from the victims of bus conductors. I never had a very good opinion of bus conductors in general. But a recent experience of mine doesn’t justify my prejudice against them. Last Sunday I was travelling by DTC bus no. 88 from Old Delhi to Pitampura. I had my ticket. The moment I put my hand to pay him the amount, I was shocked. The purse was not in the pocket. Perhaps I had forgotten it at home. Another conductor would have behaved quite differently. I became nervous. I felt like an idiot who knew not what he should do. But my friend, the conductor, just gave a mild smile. He simply said, “It’s all right! Don’t worry. Let me pay for you. You can pay it back if you meet me again.” I was not prepared for such a humane gesture. I thanked him again and again. He was just like a good angel who had come to save me from an unexpected humiliation and embarrassment. I don’t entertain uncharitable opinions about bus conductors any more after the incident.
Taking help from the information given below make a diary entry describing the horrible experience that you had when your shoes and the main bag were stolen during a railway journey.
Hints: • Travelling by Rajdhani Express • got admission in Delhi College of Engineering • going to take admission quite a pleasant journey • had a nice sleep • Delhi was quite near • I got up to wear my shoes • stolen • the main bag missing • documents and money • lost my wits • no money • phoned a relative • he came with shoes and clothes.
5th April, 20XX
Friday, 7:00 pm
Life is so unpredictable. I was in high spirits when I boarded the Rajdhani Express from Bhopal to Delhi. After all, I got admission in Delhi College of Engineering, a prestigious institute of Delhi. I relished the compliments and good wishes that I received from my parents and friends who came to see me off. I found my seat in the compartment. It was quite comfortable and near the window. The journey was nice and so were my co-passengers. I had a nice sleep. When I got up in the morning, the train was near Delhi. I got up to wear my shoes. They were not there. I looked for them under the seats but they were missing. And O Lord! Where was my main bag? It was missing too. Certainly they were stolen. All my documents and cash were in the bag. I lost my wits. But then an idea came into my mind. I rang one of my relatives in Delhi and informed him of the miserable situation I was in. To my great relief, a gentleman was present at the platform with the pair of shoes and my bag. It seems that he was a good angel who was sent to save me from an unexpected humiliation and embarrassment.
Taking help from the information given in the input below, record your experience in your diary of the morning when your name appeared in the CBSE CPMT list.
Hints: • Exams over • waiting for the results of CPMT Test • lot of anxiety • hope and fear • dream of becoming a doctor • in God’s hands • couldn’t sleep • got up early • rushed to the newspaper in God! • my name was there • dream came true • could hope to serve the nation and society • a noble profession • service to suffering humanity.
5th April, 20XX
Friday, 7:00 pm
Students wait for the results as farmers dream of a good harvest. Exams were over. But still I was worried and anxious. I was waiting for the CPMT results. I belong to a lower income group. My parents took all pains to give me the best possible education in one of the most prestigious schools of Delhi. Their dream was my dream too. I always dreamed of becoming a doctor. This noble profession always attracted me. I never care for money but always wish to serve the suffering humanity as a devoted doctor. We were expecting the results the next day. I had quite a sleepless night. I was tom between hope and despair. Everything was in the hands of God. I got up early in the morning. The moment the newspaper was dropped, I rushed towards it. When I opened the third page, I didn’t have much difficulty in finding my name there. The dream had come true. Soon the phone bells started ringing. My neighbours, friends, teachers and relatives congratulated me on my grand success. My parents were proud of my achievement. Now I could join that noble profession and be trained to serve the suffering humanity.
You are Abhimanyu of ABC Public School, Gwalior. Your debut in a cricket match was a great event of your life. Taking help from the information given below, make a diary entry on ‘My Debut in a Cricket Match’.
Hints: • Cold • January-March morning • but I was excited • I had got a place in my college cricket team • inter-school competition • final match • was to bat at one down • Sunny Public School • our rival won the toss • we chose to field first • Sunny made a formidable 320 runs • our openers were out cheaply • heart beating • first over was furious • determined to stay • got the rhythm stroking the ball well • completed half century • losing my companions • only 5 runs short of my century and a great win»achieved it in style.
10th April, 20XX
Monday, 8:00 pm
Even Don Bradman must have his heart-beat fast during his debut in cricket. I am a much small mortal in comparison. It was 20th of March. A cloudy and cold morning. But I was highly excited. My dream had come true. I was going to play for my cricket team in the final of interschool competition. The rival was the last year’s champion, Sunny Public School. We won the toss but elected to field first. Our rival was a strong batting side and made a formidable total of 320 runs. On such a supporting wicket it was not an easy job. To make things worse, both of our opening batsmen were out cheaply. I came at number three. I was a little scared. I made rather a shaky start. Then I gained confidence and chose the bad balls for boundaries. No doubt, the bowling was furious and hostile but I was determined to stay. My luck favoured me. But I started losing my companions one by one. I needed nine runs to complete both, my maiden century and of course, the championship. I did it in style by sending the ball over the head of the fielders for a mighty six. I was lifted on the shoulders by my team-mates. I was given a standing ovation by all those who were present there in the stadium. The sound of cheers still rings in my ears and the thrill of my successful debut will never fade away from my memory.
You are Anurag/Anuradha of City Public School, Deogarh. Last night you had a really horrible dream. Taking help from the input given below, make a diary entry on ‘A Horrible Dream that I had Last Night’.
Hints: • Life is just a dream • sometimes dreams come to me • the dream I had last night might never come true • first day in the exam • highly worried and confused • paper very difficult • memory failed me • couldn’t have right answers in mind • similar experience in other papers • results out • faced lot of humiliation and embarrassment • opened my eyes • it was a mere dream • God forbid it may ever come true.
10th December, 20XX
Tuesday, 8:00 pm
People say life itself is a dream — a ‘maya’. And people also say that sometimes dreams do come true. God forbid it. I shudder to think what happens if the dream that I had last night comes true. It was really a bad dream. I was appearing in the Board-examination. It was the first day of the examination. I had the question paper in my hand. But I was highly worried, confused and irritated. It was rather a difficult paper. My memory simply failed. The right answer would not come to my mind. When I left the examination hall, I was really dejected and disillusioned. The same thing was repeated in other papers too. Then I dreamed that the results were out. My name was not there in the list of successful candidates. I cried and tears came into my eyes. It looked as if my academic career was over. Certainly, all my dreams and hopes ended in smoke. I dreamed that my classmates, teachers and neighbours were trying to console me. O God, what a humiliating and embarrassing situation! When my mother woke me up in the morning, I realised that it was just a bad dream. Life was as sweet and exciting now as it was before going to bed last night.
You are Alka/Anand of P.S. Public School, New Delhi. You were one of the participants in the ‘Run for Unity’ race that was organised in New Delhi recently. Taking help from the input given below, make a diary entry describing your experience of participating in such a historic event that was flagged off by the Prime Minister himself.
Hints: • New regime comes with new thoughts and ideas • Modi known for his drives and dynamism • Sardar Patel rediscovered • highest statue in die world • Patel’s birthday celebrated in grand style • A mini-marathon ‘Run for Unity’ organised in New Delhi • PM flaged off • thousands participated * Bollywood actors, industrialists, sportspersons.
12th November, 20XX
Wednesday, 7:00 pm
Ideas and ideals change with the change of persons and governments. The new Prime Minister of India, Narendra Modi is known for his dash, drive and dynamism. Whatever he does, he does it in style. Sardar Patel, the Iron Man of India, was the man responsible for uniting all the princely states of India into a single nation — the Union of India. Patel and his importance seems to have been rediscovered. Sardar Patel’s birthday has been given a symbolic significance. Highlighting his contribution to the unity of India, the government organised a mini-marathon ‘Run for Unity’ on Patel’s birthday. Thousands of people assembled on the Vijay Chowk. The crowd included a galaxy of Bollywood stars, industrialists, students, ministers and men of letters. The Prime Minister himself flagged off the race. I was one of the lucky persons who participated in that historic event. I was in my light blue track-suit and in sports shoes. The sight aroused patriotic feelings in me. I could see people from all walks of life running for the unity and integrity of India. I really felt proud to be a part of that historical national event.
You are Saira of Hamida Public School, Indore. You celebrated your eighteenth birthday with a lot of pomp and show with your family, friends and relatives. Taking help from the information given below, describe the happy experience in your personal diary. You can invent your own details.
Hints: • 18th birthday • an important milestone in the life of a girl • my family had decided to celebrate in grand style • all friends, relatives and classmates invited • my mother helped me in choosing my dress • decorations • lighting • birthday cake • songs and dance • congratulations • wonderful gifts «grand dinner • celebration continued till midnight.
10th March, 20XX
Sunday, 7:00 pm
They say that the eighteenth year is an important stage in the life of a girl. Now you are no more taken to be a child but start attracting attention and importance from your seniors. My family had decided to celebrate my 18th birthday in grand style. Preparations started a week before. All the relatives, neighbours, my friends and classmates were invited. My mother and younger sister were particularly busy and excited. They helped me in choosing the night dress, shoes and jewellery for the occasion. The huge living room was tastefully decorated with lights and flowers. By 4 pm, most of the guests had arrived. The cake-ceremony started with the chanting of “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Saira!” The ceremonial cake was cut. It was followed by singing and dancing. Everyone competed to dance with me. I really felt importance of grown up. It was quite late when the dinner was served. The celebration continued till midnight. Wonderful gifts, good wishes and the festive mood kept me in high spirits and elated.
You are Arun/Aruna of Kabir Public School, Bhopal. You and your family had to face a lot of pleasant and not so pleasant experiences when an uninvited guest overstayed with you recently. Taking help from the information given below, make a diary entry describing your experiences.
Hints: • Guests are welcome • but only for a short period • uninvited guests create problems and inconveniences • Ram Lai, a distant relative of my mother • stormed into the house uninvited • no news • created a lot of inconvenience • accommodated in a separate room • sets of new clothes • towels • cosmetics • strictly vegetarian • didn’t allow meat and fish in the kitchen • witty and humorous • sang folk songs • but ultimately a nuisance • didn’t think of leaving • fortunately his son came to take him • we were relieved of an unwanted burden.
5th September, 20XX
Saturday, 6:00 pm
People say guests are like gods. They should be respected. But experiences of .the people tell different stories. There can’t be a bigger nuisance in the house when an uninvited and unwanted guest has to be entertained. The situation becomes all the more unbearable when such a guest overstays threatening the peace and privacy of the family. Ram Lai, a distant relative of my mother stormed into our house uninvited. Actually, we were not prepared to entertain him at that point of time. Anyway, I had to leave my room for him. A new blanket, a set of clothes, a towel, a pair of shoes and cosmetics were arranged for his comfortable stay. He was a strict vegetarian and religious minded person. He couldn’t tolerate meat and eggs in the kitchen. He would test the patience of our ears by singing hymns in his raucous voice. Let’s give due even to the Devil. He was very witty and full of jokes. But that was a little compensation for his overstay. The peace and privacy of the family totally disappeared. But people say everything has an end. And one day Lai’s son came to take him to his native village. We felt relieved and liberated after seeing him off at the station.
You are Raju/Ranjana of Salwan Public School, New Delhi. You are motivated by the ‘Clean India Campaign’ of the Prime Minister and participated in it in your own way in your colony. Taking help from the input write a diary entry on the subject.
Hints: • PM’s ‘Swachha Bharat Abhiyan’ • motivated millions of youngmen like me • called a meeting of all young boys and girls • volunteers • started removing dirt • bought new bins • distributed pamphlets • enlightened public • good results • appreciable change in the mindsets • things in die right direction • I feel proud of myself and my companions.
12th October, 20XX
Friday, 7:00 pm
It seems that our Prime Minister has felt the real pulse of the nation. His ‘Swachha Bharat Abhiyan’ or ‘Clean India Campaign’ has inspired and motivated millions of students, young men and women of India. I was highly impressed and motivated and wanted to be a part of the campaign. I started talking to my friends and it didn’t take long to convince them. So we had a volunteer army of fifty dedicated young boys and girls. First of all, we started removing garbage and dirt from those comers in the area which had not been touched for months. We bought a few bins for garbage from the money we collected from the residents. In the beginning, the residents were not amused but gradually their indifference disappeared. We launched a public awakening campaign. We prepared posters and distributed pamphlets urging the residents to make ‘Clean India Campaign’ a real success. Gradually our labour started showing positive results. There was an appreciable change in the mindset of the residents. Even housewives came out openly in our support. I felt proud of myself and the dedicated band of volunteers who helped me in this campaign. Such things arouse patriotic feelings and sense of unity among the people.
You are Raghu/Ragini of Swan Public School, Karnal. You were a witness of a ghastly fire in the market. The firemen showed an exceptional bravery and saved the life of woman who was trapped inside a room on the first floor. Taking help from the input, make a diary entry narrating the whole ghastly incident and the bravery of the firemen.
Hints: • Mandi area • highly crowded and congested • narrow lanes • godowns of inflammable articles • a devastating fire • short circuit • fire brigade reached within minutes • firemen showed exceptional heroism • a lady trapped inside a room on the first floor • two firemen jumped into flames • saved the woman • real heroes • huge loss • heroism of firemen saved a precious life • I still remember their selfless sacrifice and heroism.
10th June, 20XX
Thursday, 8:00 pm
Kamal Mandi is the nerve-centre of the city. But it is a highly crowded and congested place. It is a commercial place with narrow lanes. There are many godowns and warehouses which store some highly inflammable articles. When I was standing in a shop, I could see a huge cloud of smoke rising from the other end of the market. Soon there was a lot of commotion and people ran towards the site with buckets of water and sand in their hands. I could see flames rising higher in the sky. The wind aggravated the situation. The firebrigade was on the scene within a few minutes. And at once the dedicated firemen were on their toes to do their job. A woman was trapped in the flames on the first floor of a building. Two brave firemen mounted on a ladder and jumped into the flames. We were amazed at their bravery. Soon they came out with the woman and received loud cheers from the crowds below. The loss of property was in crores but a precious life was saved. The exceptional bravery and heroism of the firemen has made an indelible impression on my mind for ever.
lt was the happiest day of your life when the Principal of your school informed you and your parents that you topped the list of successful candidates in your zone. Then started the endless ringing of telephone bells. Congratulatory messages started pouring in from friends and relatives. All the neighbours came to congratulate you on your grand success. At the end of the day, you were so much overwhelmed by happiness and excitement that you made a diary entry of the sequence of events on that fateful day. Reproduce that entry here inventing your own details.
10th March, 20XX
Monday, 6:00 pm
Life is full of surprises. I couldn’t sleep the previous night. The next morning the results of the Board were to be announced. Then suddenly at 9 am, we heard a telephone ring. I ran to receive it. My Principal was on the line. “Congratulations my boy! You have topped the list of successful candidates in the Ambala Zone. We are proud of you!” He also congratulated my parents.Then started the non-stop congratulatory messages from my teachers, class fellows, friends and relatives. My parents were busy in distributing ‘laddoos’. I felt like a celebrity. And a celebrity I was. Two correspondents of leading news channels came to interview me. I only felt that nothing succeeds like success and thanked my stars.
You went to see the India International Trade Fair held at Pragati Maidan, New Delhi. Using the hints given below together with your ideas on the subject, make a diary entry of what you saw and experienced there.
Hints: • As usual IITF was held at pragati maidan • all leading countries participated • Chinese dominated the show • all states • separate pavillions • all states of india • kashmir and goa drew maximum crowds • cultural programmes • Food Courts • from pin to luxury coaches • high prices dampened the spirit.
16th June, 20XX
Thursday, 8:00 pm
A visit to the International Trade Fair has always been a rewarding experience for me. Four of my close friends accompanied me there. It was a different world over there. To be precise, it was a fairy land. The pavillions of Germany, Canada, the USA, China and Great Britain attracted a large crowd.
India was represented by almost all states and establishments like the Indian Railways, Indian Tourism, LIC, Tatas and what not. The ‘Food Courts’ served all tastes from Pizzas to ‘Chholey Bhatturey ’. We bought pairs of shoes, mobiles and garments. The fair provided opportunities for a lot of fun and entertainment. Film show, folk dances and puppet shows drew huge crowds. Anyway, it was a very pleasant and rewarding experience.
Indian summers are really unbearable. One day the maximum temperature shot up to 47°C.It was most miserable day of the year for you. Record the experience in your diary.
20th July, 20
XX Friday, 8:00 pm
Indian summers can be really unbearable. And who can live in peace and comport when the heat waves, start blowing over the plains of north India. It was 20th of July, 20XX, the most miserable day of my life. It was certainly the hottest day of the season. By noon the heat became unbearable. To avoid dehydration, we had already had several litres of cold water. I had to go to the market. I forgot to wear a cap. By the time I reached home, I was very miserable and started vomiting. To make things still worse, there was a breakdown of electric power during most part of the night. Without the working of fans and air-conditioners, we felt miserable. We spent a sleepless and miserable night.