Speech on Kamarajar – The Architect of Tamil Nadu’s Educational Revolution

 Speech on Kamarajar – The Architect of Tamil Nadu’s Educational Revolution

Good morning everyone,  

Today, I want to talk about a great leader who changed the face of education in Tamil Nadu—Kumaraswami Kamarajar, also known as Perunthalaivar Kamarajar.  

Kamarajar was born in a small village in Tamil Nadu. Even though he came from a poor family, he understood the importance of education. He believed that only education could bring progress and equality in society.  

When he became the Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu in 1954, he introduced many reforms to help children. His most famous scheme was the **"Midday Meal Program"**, where free meals were given to school students. This encouraged poor families to send their children to school instead of making them work. Because of this, school attendance increased, and more children got an education.  

Kamarajar also opened thousands of new schools, especially in villages, so that no child was left without learning. He believed that every child, whether rich or poor, boy or girl, deserved the right to study.  

Even today, we remember Kamarajar as the Architect of "Modern Tamil Nadu" because he laid the foundation for our state’s educational success. His life teaches us that with hard work and dedication, we can bring positive change to society.  

Let us all be inspired by Kamarajar and value the gift of education.  

Thank you!  

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Speech on Kamarajar in 10 lines.

 Speech on My Hero Kamarajar 

1. Good morning everyone! Today, I will talk about my hero, Kamarajar.  

2. Kamarajar was a great leader and freedom fighter from Tamil Nadu.  

3. He worked hard to bring education to poor children.  

4. He believed that every child should go to school and learn.  

5. He started the Midday Meal Scheme so kids would not stay hungry.  

6. Kamarajar was simple, honest, and cared for people.  

7. He became the Chief Minister of Tamil Nadu and did many good things.  

8. People called him "Kingmaker" because he helped others become leaders.  

9. I admire Kamarajar because he loved children and education.  

10. Let us all be kind and helpful like him! Thank you!  

(Simple, inspiring, and easy for a third-grade student to understand!)

Jane Eyre , Play, term 3 script

 

Jane Eyre

Play

- by Charlotte Bronte

 

At Gateshead

[Jane Eyre is ten years old. Both her parents are dead. She lives with her aunt, Mrs. Reed, and three cousins, Eliza, John and Georgiana. Bessie is the servant maid.]

Bessie: Miss. Jane, keep out of mischiefs today. Mrs. Reed is in a frightful mood at breakfast this morning.

Jane: Oh, she never takes notice of me anymore. I think she hides in the sitting room if she hears me coming down the stairs.

Bessie: I am speaking of Miss. Georgiana and Eliza. No quarrelling with those two or you will have the whole house in uproar.

Jane: Oh, it’s not me who starts it. I’ll hide myself in the library with Uncle Reed’s book.

[Jane sits on the floor and looks through a picture book. John, Georgiana and Eliza come.]

John: Here she is.

Jane: What do you want?

John: How dare to ask me, what do you want? Come here when I call you.

Eliza: What are you reading now?

Jane: Bewicks’s History of British Birds.

John: Show me.

Eliza: It’s one of father’s books. You know, not one of these books belongs to you.

John: Bring it to me here.

[Jane rises and cautiously goes to John.]

John: You have no business to take our books. You are a dependant. You have no money. Your father left you none. You ought to beg not to live here with gentlemen’s children like us. Go, stand by the door there, out of the way of the mirror and the windows.

[Jane moves a few steps away, John throws the book at her. John runs towards Jane and grasps her hair and shoulder. He hits her with something. One or two drops of blood from her head trickle down her neck. Eliza screams. Bessie and Mrs. Reed come.]

Bessie: Dear! Dear! What fury to fly at Master. John like this!

Mrs. Reed: Frightful child! Take her away in the red room and lock her in there!

Bessie: But, Mrs. Reed…

Mrs. Reed: The red room! Do as I say.

Bessie: Didn’t I say.

Jane: He threw the book at me.

 Bessie: Come quickly. What shocking behaviour for a young girl!

[Bessie brings Jane to the red room and leaves her there. Jane collapses to the fl oor and cries. She hears some noise and screams.]

Jane: Bessie! Let me out. Please, let me out. Help me, Bessie. [Mrs. Reed and Bessie appear out in the hall.]

Mrs. Reed: What is the horrible child up to now?

Bessie: Miss. Jane, are you alright?

Jane: Let me out. Please, Bessie.

Bessie: Are you hurt? What is the matter?

Jane: I heard something. Please unlock the door.

Mrs. Reed: Stop this screaming. I will not be taken in by your tricks, Jane. I shall let you out in the morning.

[Jane is left in the room. When she wakes up, Bessie is sitting next to her. Jane is confused.]

Jane: Where…? Bessie…?

Bessie: It’s Bessie, Jane. You have been asleep ever so long. It’s nearly dinner time.

Jane: Am I ill? I feel so ill.

Bessie: Doctor has been and gone. He says, it’s fever.

Jane: Am I going to die?

Bessie: No, child. You will be alright within a week. You fell sick in the red room with crying, I suppose.

Jane: It was not crying, Bessie. I heard some noise. I saw something.

Bessie: Don’t upset yourself again. Now you need to rest.

Jane: It was Uncle Reed.

Bessie: Shhhhh… No more talking. Close your eyes. I will stay with you.

Jane: I shall never forget it. [Jane falls asleep]

Bessie: Poor child. I do believe it.

[After this incident, Mrs. Reed writes a letter to Mr. Brocklehurst who is running a school, Lowood. He visits Gateshead. Jane is sent to Lowood with him.]

At Lowood

[The driver wakes up Jane. She is let off at the gates of Lowood. She meets Miss. Miller and Miss. Temple.]

Miss. Miller: Jane Eyre?

Jane: Yes madam.

Miss. Miller: This way. [They cross the stage where Miss. Temple is waiting.]

[Jane enters a dark stone building. All are quiet. She neither sees or hears any other student.]

Miss. Temple: This child is very young to be sent alone. She had better be put to bed soon. She looks tired. Are you tired?

Jane: A little madam.

Miss. Temple: And hungry too, no doubt. Let her have some supper before she goes to bed, Miss. Miller.[To Jane] Is this the first time you have left your parents to come to school, my little girl?

Jane: My parents are dead.

Miss. Temple: Oh, I see. Can you read and write?

Jane: Yes madam.

Miss. Temple: And sew? Do you sew?

Jane: A little.

Miss. Temple: [Touches her cheeks gently] I hope you shall be a good girl, Jane Eyre.

Jane: Yes madam.

[Miss. Miller and Jane exit. The next day, Miss. Miller and Jane enter a wide long room. There are many girls of age ten to twenty. All are uniformly dressed. The room is noisy.]

Miss. Miller: Silence. [The girls quieten immediately.] Go to the wash. [When the girls get there, they hesitate.] What is the matter? Time to wash.

Girl: Miss. Miller.

Miss. Miller: What is it?

Girl: The water is frozen again.

Miss. Miller: Very well, monitors. Remove the basins.

[Miss. Temple enters.]

Miss Miller: The new girl. Where shall I put her Miss. Temple?

Miss. Temple: Perhaps the fourth form.

Miss. Miller: But she is so little.

Miss. Temple: She can read and write. I think she will do well there.

Miss. Miller: Yes, Miss. Temple.

[Jane is put in form four. After lunch, Miss. Miller asks the girls to go to the garden. Miss. Miller and Miss. Temple exit and Helen enters, sits and reads a book.]

Jane: Is your book interesting?

Helen: I like it. [Hands it to her.] You may look at it.

Jane: [Jane looks at the book.] I think it is too difficult for me. [Returns it.]

Helen: You read one of your age.

Jane My name is Jane Eyre. What is your name?

Helen: Helen Burns.

Jane: Can you tell me, what the writing on the stone over the door means?

What is Lowood Institution?

Helen: This house where you have come to live.

Jane: And why do they call it institution? Is it anyway different from other schools?

Helen: It is partly a charity school. You and I, and all the rest of us are charity children. I suppose you are an orphan. Aren’t either your father or your mother dead?

Jane: Both died before I can remember.

Helen: Well, all the girls here have lost either one or both parents. This is called an institution for educating orphans.

Jane: Are you happy here?

Helen: You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present. Now I want to read. [Jane leaves Helen.]

[Spring has started. Semi-starvation and neglected colds had predisposed most of the students to receive infection. Forty fi ve out of the eighty girls lay ill at one time. Helen is also ill. Jane goes to meet Helen in Miss. Temple’s room.]

Jane: Helen, are you awake?

Helen: [Face is pale but composed.] Why have you come here, Jane? It is past 11 O’ clock.

Jane: I have come to see you Helen. I have heard you are ill and I cannot sleep until I speak to you.

Helen: You have come to bid me good-bye. You are just in time probably.

Jane: Are you going home?

Helen: Yes, to my long home – last home.

Jane: No! No! Helen! But where are you going Helen? Do you know?

Hele: I believe, I have faith. I am going to God. How comfortable I am. The cough has tired me. I feel as if I could sleep.

Jane: Good night, Helen.

Helen: Good night, Jane.

[Helen dies that night. The school improves. Jane spends eight years in the school, six years as pupil and two years as teacher. Jane wants liberty and becomes half desperate. She advertises in ‘The Herald’ for situations. A week later, she has received a letter from Mrs. Fairfax, Thornfield. Jane leaves Lowood and goes to Thornfield.]

At Thornfield

Mrs. Fairfa : How do you do, my dear? I am afraid you have had a tedious ride. You must be cold. Come to the fire. Do sit down.

Jane: Thank you madam. Don’t trouble yourself much.

Mrs. Fairfax: Oh, it’s no trouble. You have brought your luggage with you, haven’t you, my dear?

Jane: Yes madam. Shall I have the pleasure of seeing Miss. Fairfax tonight?

Mrs. Fairfax: Miss. Fairfax. Oh, you mean Miss. Adela! Adela is the name of your future pupil.

Jane: Indeed. Then she is not your daughter?

Mrs. Fairfax : No, I have no family. She is Mr. Rochester’s ward. But I will not keep you sitting up late tonight. Come, I will show you your bedroom.

[Jane takes rest and sleeps well at night. She wakes up early in the morning and goes out for a walk.]

Mrs. Fairfax: What? Out already? You are an early riser. How do you like Thornfield?

Jane: I like it very much.

Mrs. Fairfax : Yes. It’s a pretty place.

[Miss. Adela comes running up the lawn followed by her attendant Miss. Varens.]

 Mrs. Fairfax: Here she comes. Good morning Miss. Varens. Miss. Varens : Good morning, Mrs. Fairfax.

Mrs. Fairfax: [To Adela]Come and speak to the lady who is going to teach you in future.

Miss. Adela: Good morning, Miss. Jane.

Jane: Good morning. Come here. [Adela crosses to her.]You are beautiful. Tomorrow we will begin our lessons and learning.

Miss. Adela: Our learning?

Jane: Yes. We will take walks through the fields that surround Thornfield and we will learn about nature, animals and the flowers. We will study all we can that isn’t in books and all we can that is. And we will paint.

Miss. Adela: Paint, Miss. Jane?

Jane: Yes, paint. I believe that art is the window of the soul. Do you like to draw, Miss. Adela?

Miss. Adela: Yes Miss. Jane. I do it all the time. I can sing and dance also. Shall I?

Miss. Fairfax: Adela, you have many weeks and many months to entertain Miss. Jane.

Now you go to your room.

Jane : Yes, I will look forward to the entertainment eagerly. [Miss. Varens and Adela leave.]

[Jane starts teaching Adela and leads a new life in Thornfield.]

                                                                                                           Charlotte Bronte

Man Overboard , std 7, term 3 scripts

 

Man  Overboard 

I   stood  on   the   deck  of   S.S.   Rajula.   As   she slowly  moved out  of  Madras  harbour,  I  waved to my  grandparents  till  I  could  see  them  no  more. I was thrilled to be  on board a ship.  It was a new experience for me.

"Are  you  travelling  alone?"  asked   the   person standing  next  to  me.

"Yes,  Uncle,  I'm  going  back  to  my  parents  in Singapore,"  I  replied.

"What's  your  name?"  he  asked.

"Vasantha,"  I  replied.

I  spent  the  day  exploring  the  ship.   It  looked just like a big house.  There were furnished rooms, a  swimming  pool,  a  room  for  indoor  games,  and a  library.  Yet,  there  was  plenty  of  room  to  11111  around.

The  next  morning  the  passengers  were  seated in  the  dining  hall,   having  breakfast.  The  loud-speaker  spluttered  noisily  and  then  the  captain's voice  came loud and clear.  "Friends we have just

received  a message that a  storm is brewing in the Indian  Ocean.  I  request  all  of  you  to  keep  calm.

Do  not  panic.   Those  who  are  inclined  to  sea- sickness  may  please  stay  in  their  cabins.  Thank you."

There was panic everywhere. An old lady pray-ed  aloud,  "Oh  God!  Have  mercy  on us.  My only son  is waiting for me in Singapore."

A    gentleman    consoled   her,    "Don't    worry, Madam,   it's   only   a  warning.   We  may  not  be affected  at  all."

Another lady, who was  sitting beside me,  look-ed  very ill.  "Not rough  weather!  I'm  already  sea-sick.  A  rough  sea  will  be  the  end  of me!" I could not understand why all the  elders were

so  upset.  I  remembered  the   several   sea   adventures  I  had read.  Excitedly,  I turned to  the elderly  gentleman  sitting  next  to  me.  "Uncle,  won't it be  thrilling  to  face  a  storm  on  board  a  steamer?

Have you ever been on a ship during a storm?" "It  can  be  quite  unpleasant,  you  know,"  he  replied  rather  severely.  "I  remember  a  time  when the ship  on which  I was  travelling ran off  course. We were  wandering on the  ocean for a couple  of days."

I  remembered my class teacher,  an English woman,  telling us in class  one  day,  "When I  crossed the  English  Channel  on  my   way   to   Singapore, there  was  a  big  storm  near  Gibraltar.  The  ship rocked  to  and  fro.  Everything  in  the  cabins  rolled  up  and  down.  Even  the  heavy  pianos  in  the lounge  went  crashing  against  the  walls." This  made  my  imagination  run  wild.  Turning to  'Uncle'  again,  I  said,  "Wouldn't it be fun if the storm  broke   when   we   have   lunch?   Then   the tables, with all the food on them, would run away

from  us.  And the  chairs,  with  us sitting  on them, would be  a  merry-go-round."

Everyone  round  the  table  stared  at me  in  horror.  I thought to myself, 'Oh, these adults, they've no sense of adventure.  How  dull they are!' The  storm  didn't  break,  but  in  the  evening  a strong  wind  started  blowing.  The  ship  rocked  to and  fro,  rocking  and  rolling  to  the  music  of  the wind.  Huge waves  were  dashing  against it.  Even though  the   deck   was   slippery,   I   was   running around.  That's when I noticed Uncle leaning over the  railings.  I  ran  up   to   him,   thinking   he   too, was   enjoying   the   experience.   "Good   morning,

Uncle,  isn't it lovely?"  I asked him. 

But he wasn't well at all.  He was  retching  over the  rails  and looked rather blue  about  the  mouth. I  felt  sorry for him.  "Can  I  be  of  any help?  Shall I  call  the  doctor?'   I  asked  him. 

He  couldn't  reply,  but  only  held  up  his  hand.

As  another  bout  of  retching  shook him  he  leaned over  the  railings.  At  the  same  time  a  huge  wave lashed the  ship.  It  lurched violently  and  the man tumbled  over  the  railings  into  the  wild  sea.  For a  second  I  stood  rooted  to  the  spot.  Then  I  ran like  someone  possessed,   shouting,   "Help!   Help! Man  overboard!  Save  him!"  I  must have  made  a lot  of noise.  I  heard  footsteps  hurrying  even  that early  in  the  morning.

Tears  streaming  down  my  face  and  shouting incoherently,  I  ran full  pelt  into  an  officer. "What's  the  matter?  Why  are  you  making  so much  noise?"  he  asked  in  a  stern  voice,  I  was surprised  to  see  it  was  the  captain.

"Oh  Sir!"  I  blurted  out  in  relief.  "A  man  fell into  the  sea.  Please  save him."

"Where?"  he  asked,  immediately  on  the  alert. 

"There,"  I  said pointing a finger.

He  did  not  wait  for  more  details  but  ran  at once  to  a  room  full  of  officers.  "Man  overboard," he  cried.  "Stop  ship.   Drop   anchor.   Quick!"   His instructions  were  immediately  obeyed.  The  captain  then  raced  to the upper  deck.  I kept trailing behind  him.  "Lower  the  life-boats  and  crew  into the  sea  towards  the  helm,"  he  said.  "There  is  a man   overboard."   Here   again   the   men   quickly obeyed  him.

People   started   crowding   the   deck.   "What's happening?"  somebody  asked me.

Word  soon  went  round.  Everyone  was  tense.

Only an occasional,  "There he is!" could be heard.

Someone  asked,  "Who  is  he?"

Another  replied,  "Don't  know."

Meanwhile  two  life-boats  moved  towards  the man.  I  stood  close  to  the  captain.  In his  anxiety, he  gripped  my  shoulder  tightly  and  I  winced.

"You're hurting me  Sir,"  I  protested.

"I  am  sorry,  my  dear.  The  sea  is  very  rough today.  I hope my men can reach him in time.  My ship  has  never  lost  a  passenger  before,"  he  said crossing   himself.   He   was   watching  the   rescue operations  through  a pair  of binoculars  that hung round his neck.

The  boat  was  too  far  for  me  to  see  what  was happening.   I   tugged   at   the   Captain's   sleeve.

"What  are  they  doing,  Sir?  Have  they  rescued the man?"  I  asked him.

"They've caught him  by  the  arms  and  are pulling  him  towards  the  boat."  He  was  giving  me  a running commentary.  "Oh what bad luck!  A  sudden  current  has  swept  the  man  away  dragging two of the sailors with him." He sounded nervous. 

Just   then   he  noticed   the   passengers   crowding against  the  railings.  "Keep  away  from  those  railings!"   he    shouted.    "We   don't   want   another accident."  The  ship  had  dropped  anchor  but was heaving  up  and  down.

I   borrowed   the   captain's   binoculars.   Now   I could  see  the  rescue  operation  clearly.  The  crew in the rescue boats threw a strong rope to the two sailors  in  the  sea  and  shouted,  "Catch".  Both  of them  were  good  swimmers  and  soon  had  caught hold of the rope. Then, with powerful strokes, they swam  towards  Uncle.  One  of  them  caught  hold of  him,  while  the  other  tied  the  rope  round  his waist.  With  Uncle  between  them  and  the  rope secure, the sailors swam back to the life-boats. The rescue  team  in  the  boats  leaned  over and  heaved the  three  men  into  it.  In  a  jiffy  the  boats  were heading  back  to  the  ship.

"Thank God!"  muttered the captain making the sign of the cross again,  "They've managed to save him."  He  turned  to  the  passengers  thronging  the railings.   "Please   do  not   crowd  round  the   man when  he  is  brought  up.  He  will  need  immediate medical care." Then he saw the ship's doctor standing  with  a  couple  of nurses.  A  stretcher was  also being  brought  close  to  the  railings.

"Doctor!  Is  everything  ready  for  the  patient?" the  captain  asked.

"Aye,  aye,  Captain,"  nodded  the  doctor.

The  captain  moved  away  to  restore  order  on the  ship.  I  edged  close  to  the  doctor  and  asked, "What will you  do  to him,  doctor?  Will he  be all right?"

"Aye,  I  think  so.  All  the  water will have to  be pumped  out  of  him.  He'll  have  to  be  given  artificial  respiration  and  kept  warm."

"How  do  you  pump  the  water  out?"  I  asked.

"We  put  him  on  his  stomach  and  massage  him until  he brings  it  all  up,"  he  replied. 

As  soon  as  the  rescue  team  reached  the  ship,

Uncle  was  placed  on  the  stretcher and rushed to the  hospital  room.  The  captain  then  came  to  me and  said,  "Run  along  now  and  play  with  your friends.  I'm busy,  but will send for you when I'm through.  I  might  even  have  a  surprise  for  you." 

When  he  turned  away,  I  quietly  sneaked  into the  hospital room  to  see what they were  doing to the patient.  Two nurses were scurrying to and fro with trays full of medicines and syringes.  Another was  rushing  off  with  Uncle's  wet  clothes.  I  stopped  her  and  asked  if  Uncle  was  conscious.  "Not yet,"  she replied, "but he's better now.  He should regain  consciousness  in  a  little  while."

The ship was still rolling,  so I couldn't play any games. I went and sat in a cosy chair in the lounge and  started  reading  a  story-book.  I  was  feeling drowsy  and must have  dozed  off.  The next tiling I  knew  was  somebody  saying,  "Wake  up,  child.

You're  Vasantha,  aren't  you?  The  Captain  wants to see you in his cabin."

I  looked up  to see  a  sailor  standing before me.

It  took  me  a  minute  to  recollect  the  rescue  operation  and  the  captain  telling  me,  "I'll  call  you afterwards."

I  followed  the  officer  eagerly.  He  left  me  out side  the  captain's  door,  saying,  "Go  right  inside." I  knocked  and entered.  The captain was  stand ing in  the  middle  of the  room.  When he  saw  me, he  came  forward  and  literally  swept  me  off  my feet.  He  was  still  smiling  when he put  me  down.

"You will have plenty to tell your friends, eh? Now close  your  eyes."

I  did  so.  Seconds  later,  I  heard  him  say,  "See what  I've  got  for  you."

On  opening  my  eyes,  I  saw  a  big  brown  box.

On  it  was  written:

"WITH    THE    BEST    COMPLIMENTS    OF CAPT.  LINDSAY."

I  took  the  box  and  eagerly  opened  it.   "Oh, what a lovely ship!" I exclaimed.  "Does this really belong  to  me?  Can  I  keep  it?"

Lying  snugly  on  a  velvet  backing  was  a  most beautiful  model  of  the  ship.  On  it  was  inscribed "B.I.S.N.  &  Co.  S.S.  RAJULA."  I  placed  the  box carefully  on  the  table.  Then  I  threw  my  hands round  the  captain  and  hugged  and  kissed  him.

He  patted  my cheek  and  smiled  as  he  saw me lift  the  box  and  walk  happily  out  of  his  room.  I proudly  showed  my  present  to  everyone  I  met.

"See   what   the   Captain   has   given   me.   Isn't  it lovely?"

"Yes,  indeed,"  was  the  unanimous  verdict.

I  was  the happiest person  on board that day.