An application to the Headmaster for Transfer Certificate.

To
The Head Master,
Nrisinghapur High School,
Nrisinghapur, Nadia.

Sub: An application for seeking Transfer Certificate. 

Sir,

      With due respect , I , Mousumi Biswas, C/O- Prasanta Biswas , a student of class –IX (Roll--15) of your school, beg to inform you that my father is Govt. Serviceman and recently his job has been transferred from Santipur to Shyamnagar. Due to his job transfer, our family is going to shift from Santipur to Shyamnagar. I have to go with my parents. Under such circumstances, I can not continue my study in your shcool. So, I need a Transfer Certificate from your school to get admission in another school there. It should be mentioned that I have cleared up my dues up to the current month. 

     I shall be very much thankful if you kindly issue me the Transfer Certificate at your earliest. 

Yours obediently, 

Mousumi Biswas 

Nrisinghapur,

20/12/2020

an application to the Headmaster for permission to go home after the second period.

To
The Head Master,
Nrisinghapur High School,
Nrisinghapur, Nadia.

Subject: Prayer for leave after the second period. 

Sir,

       With due respect, I , Mousumi Biswas, a student of class –IX (Roll-15) of your school, beg to inform you that unfortunately I have a bad headache today during my first period and I thought that I could able to attend all classes. But after the second period, I am feeling more uneasy and it seems impossible to me to continue the rest of the classes in such condition. Besides, for your kind information, I would like to inform you that since long, I have been suffering from severe nerve disease. So, I am fearful that my condition may get worst at any moment. So I need to go home to get treatment as early as possible. 

          I shall be very much thankful if you kindly grant my leave after the second period. 

Yours obediently, 

Mousumi Biswas.

Class-IX, Roll: 15

Nrisinghapur,

20/12/2020

 

 

 

An Application to the Headmaster of your school for promoting you to the next class as unfortunately you had been attacked by typhoid and could not appear in the annual examination.

To
The Head Master,
Nrisinghapur High School,
Nrisinghapur, Nadia

Sub: An application for promoting me to the next class. 

Sir,

       With due respect, I , Mousumi Biswas , a student of class –IX (Roll--15) of your school, beg to inform you that unfortunately I had been attacked by typhoid in the last month before Annual examination and my doctor had forbade me to go out of the room and advised me to take complete bed-rest till complete recovery. Therefore, I could not appear in the Annual examination. I had a very good preparation and I am sure that I would have done well if I could sit for the examination. In the 2nd term examination, I obtained 70% marks on average. 

            I shall be very much thankful if you kindly promote me in class-X. My doctor's prescription's photocopy is attached to this application to testify my words.

Yours obediently, 

Mousumi Biswas.

Nrisinghapur
Nadia
20/12/2020

 

an application to the Headmaster for admission on transfer certificate.

 

To

The Head Master,

Nrisinghapur High School,

Nrisinghapur, Nadia.

 

Subject : Prayer for admission on transfer certificate.

 

Sir,

      I beg most respectfully to state you that I, Ananya Barui, D/O- Nakul Barui, was a student of class-VIII in Modern Zilla High School, Shyamnagar, North 24-Parganas. My father is a Government employee. Recently he has been transferred from Shyamnagar to Santipur. Our family has already shifted to Santipur. Now I want to get myself admitted in class-VIII at your school on Transfer Certificate, collected from my previous school, is attached here with this application.

       I shall be very much thankful if you kindly grand my request and give me an opportunity to study in your school.

               Thanking you,

                                                                                                      Yours  obediently,

                                                                                                                     Ananya Barui.

Nrisinghapur,  

28/09/13.

An application to the Headmaster for morning School.

To
The Headmaster,
Haripur High School,
Haripur, Santipur,
Nadia.

(Sub: Prayer for morning school.) 

Dear Sir.

               I, Rita Ghosh, a student of Class-X, (Roll: 3, Sec: A), on behalf of all the students of our school beg to state you that the summer season has already started to cast its heat throughout the day. And from last few days, we have been experiencing great heat during school hours. It has now really become difficult for us to concentrate in study in daytime. In last two days, it has been noted that at least seven students of different classes have fallen ill due to extreme heat during class hour. Few students come from a distant area and they suffer the heat most. All of us are scorched by the sun on our way to and from school. We are fearful that it may affects our health. 

                  Under the circumstances we would request you to arrange for holding the school in the morning till the summer vacation commences. We shall be very much thankful if you grant our earnest request. 

Yours obediently,

Riya Ghosh

Class: X, Sec: A

Haripur,

20/12/2020.

A Letter to the Headmaster about the difficulties due to the overcrowded classroom

To
The Headmaster,
Haripur High School,
Haripur, Santipur,
Nadia.

(Sub: Request to solve the problem of overcrowded classroom.) 

Dear Sir,

               I, Rita Ghosh, a student of Class-X, (Roll: 3, Sec: A), on behalf of all the students of our class, beg to to draw your kind attention to the following facts for your kind consideration and necessary action. 

        You know that the all the classrooms in our school especially room of Class-X, are very small in size. There are 100 students in our class; but the class room is capable of only seventy students and there are only twelve set of benches in our class. So, if all the students are present, we face much difficulty to sit. This incident is occurring in most of the days. Even the standing and walking spaces are also insufficient and little. With so many students in such a small room, the class becomes noisy and it becomes very difficult for us to follow the lectures of the teachers. Even sometimes, the teachers fail to bring the class under control. The situation becomes worse when the teacher asks us to write down anything. We have to elbow one another and we cannot write. The situation becomes unhealthy during the summertime. 

         Under these circumstances, I, on behalf of the students of Class X, would request you to arrange a big room for the class or split the class into two sections. Hope you will consider the matter very seriously and take actions to solve the problem as early as possible. 

Yours obediently,

Riya Ghosh,

Class-X

Haripur,

20/12/2020.

Letter to the Headmaster for arranging special classes.

To 

The Headmaster 

Haripur High School 

Haripur, Santipur, 

Nadia. 

(Sub: Request to arrange special classes) 

Sir,

      I, Rita Ghosh, a student of Class-X, (Roll: 3, Sec: A), on behalf of all the students of our class, beg to state that our Madhyamik Examination is knocking at our door but we are not well prepared. We have not done well in last Test Examination in many subjects, especially in English subject. Besides, our school teacher has yet not completed the syllabus of many subjects. So, we are very much fearful that in upcoming examination, we will perform very badly. You know that most of the students of our class totally depends on the school classes. So, we request you to arrange extra classes of few subjects like English, Mathematics so that the syllabuses get finished and we get excellent marks in the Madhyamik Examination. 

      I shall be very much thankful if you kindly grant our request considering it as a very serious matter.

Yours obediently,

Riya Ghosh

Class-X, Sec-A

Haripur

20/12/2020

A letter to the Headmaster suggesting improvements in the School Library.

To
The Headmaster, 
Haripur High School, 
Haripur, Santipur,
Nadia.

(Sub: Request to improve school library with more books)

Sir,

       I, Rita Ghosh, a student of Class-X, (Roll: 3, Sec: A), on behalf of all the students of our class, beg to state that the condition of our School Library is far from being satisfactory. The library is very dirty and full of garbage. The shelves are dusty and most of the books are old. They do not fulfil our purposes. Besides, now-a-days, just the text book is not enough to know a topic. It requires many related extra books. We know that you have done a lot of improvements in schools in many cases. Now we would request you to renovate the library and buy at least some useful books. We suggest that such popular magazines as Popular Science, Desh, Ananda Mela, Kishore Bharati, etc. should find a place on our magazine rack. Besides, we request you to enrich the library with different reference books on different subjects. So many students of our school are very poor and they cannot afford buying books. So they will be very much benefited with it. Also, the coming generation of students in this school will be grateful to you for this noble act. 

      Hope you will consider our request and take necessary steps to improve our beloved school library. 

Yours obediently,

Rita Ghosh

Class-X

Roll:3 Sec:A

Nrisinghapur,

20/12/2020

Letter to the Editor about the problem caused by waterlogging in our locality.

To 

The Editor, 

The Telegraph, 

Kolkata - 700 001. 

Sir, 

      I shall be highly obliged if you kindly allow me a little space in the columns of your highly esteemed daily so that I may ventilate my opinion to draw the attention of the concerned authority about the problem caused by waterlogging for long time in our Santipur locality. 

     The life of common people of Santipur Locality have become a hell in this rainy season. The main reason is the problem of waterlogging on most of the streets and lanes. Even the minimum rainfall causes a heavy waterlogging in our area. Due to irregular clearance of garbage, all the drainage systems have been suspended. Due to it, the life of common people has become very difficult. We can not move freely on the road. We have to remain confined in our house. The total transport system has been very much affected by it. As a result, we have to waste our valuable time to reach our destination. Besides, road accidents are increasing due to it. The walkers as well as riders quite often fall in the drain or in the open manhole getting not visible due to waterlogging. Those water is becoming the breeding place for fly and mosquito and that may cause pandemic disease at any time. We have intimated the matter to our municipality for unnumbered times but they seem careless to it. 

     I, as a tax-payer citizen, think that the due authority should take proper and immediate actions to solve this problem otherwise the public grievance may, at any time, lead to a dire consequence.

Thanking you,

Yours faithfully,

Anit Barui

Santipur 

Nadia

18/12/2020.

Letter to the Editor of an English daily about the problem caused by insufficiency of street lights in our locality.

 

To 

The Editor, 

The Telegraph, 

Kolkata—01. 

Sir, 

I shall be highly obliged if you kindly allow me a little space in the columns of your highly esteemed daily so that I may ventilate my opinion to draw the attention of the concerned authority about the problem caused by insufficiency of street lights in our locality. 

For long time the insufficiency of street lights in our locality has been causing much trouble to all of us. There should have been light posts at regular gap beside the street. but the light posts are few and far between. Some of the streets and lanes are not at all lighted. For want of light, accidents occur very often or passers-by have a narrow escape. Some of the posts again have their electric bulbs missing making a deep pool of darkness all around. The darkness tempts antisocial activists and burglars to carry on their unlawful activities. Snatching, burglary, eve-teasing have increased very much. The girls and women can not go out at night for safety. 

I, being a conscious citizen, in view of all these, think that the due authority should think over the serious problem and take necessary steps to solve this problem and ensure the safety of all of us. 

Thanking you, 

Yours faithfully, 

Bappa Biswas 

Dated Nadia,

Santipur ,

18/12/2020.

Letter to the local Post Master complaining against late delivery of letters.

 

To

The Post Master

Nrisinghapur Post Office

Nrisinghapur, Nadia

Sub: Complaint against late delivery of letters.

Sir,

 

        I, Ratan Das, a resident of Nrisinghapur, Santipur, Nadia, beg to state you that for some time past, letters addressed to me as well as other people are either not being delivered in time or not being at all delivered. The letter box inscribing my name in bold letters is fitted on the wall of my residence. But it is often seen that the postman is so careless that the letters are often dropped into the letter box of my next-door neighbours. This has caused me great inconvenience and considerable worry. Even few days ago, I missed a job interview due to late delivery of my letter. Sometimes, I receive my money order even after 15 days of actual date of delivery. I've personally pointed this out to the Postman but he turns a deaf ear to our complaint

 

I therefore, earnestly request you to make an enquiry into the matter and take necessary action so that letters are delivered in time to the proper addresses in future.

 

Yours faithfully,

 

Ratan Das

Nrisinghapur

Santipur

Nadia.

17/12/2020.

Letter to Municipal Chairman complaining against irregular clearance of garbage in our locality

To
The Chairman,
Santipur Municipality,
Santipur, Nadia.

(Sub: Complaint against irregular clearance of garbage in our locality)

Sir,

       I, Madan Roy, a resident of Ward No- 20 under your municipality, on behalf of all the citizen of our ward, would like to bring to your kind notice to the present insanitary condition of our ward. Men in charge of the Refuse Disposal Service do not remove the garbage regularly. As a result, heaps of garbage and rubbish have been lying accumulated on the roads and footpath. These always emit obnoxious smells poisoning the atmosphere of the entire locality. The sweeper does not sweep the lanes and streets regularly. Many lanes are full of stagnant water because the drains are not working and nobody cleans them regularly. We can not come out of the room due to such intolerable smells. We have to shut ourselves indoors. Those garbage have become the breeding place for fly and mosquito. As a result the whole area is now full of flies and mosquitoes and it may cause epidemic diseases 

            In the circumstances, I would request you to be so good as to issue immediate orders for the regular removal of the garbage to enable us to guard against epidemics. 

Yours faithfully, 

Madan Roy

Ward No 20,

Santipur,

Nadia.

17/12/2020

PROJECT ON DRAMATIZATION OF THE STORY "THE LOST CHILD" BY MULK RAJ ANAND

 

  

Dramatization of the story

The Lost Child

by

Mulk Raj Anand

CHARACTERS

The lost child 

His Parents 

A sweet-meat seller 

A flower seller 

A juggler 

A man.

Output of the Project: 

Time           :         A spring morning.

Place          :         A village fair ground

 

(It is the festival of spring. From the wintry shades of narrow lanes and alleys emerges a gaily clad humanity. Some walk, some ride on horses, others sit, being carried in bamboo and bullock carts. Suddenly a little boy runs between his father’s legs, brimming over with life and laughter.)

 

Parents:               Come, child, come otherwise you will be lagged behind. Don’t look at the toys in the shops.

 

(The child hurries towards his parents, his feet are obedient to their call, his eyes still lingering on the receding toys. As he comes to where they has stopped to wait for him, he cannot suppress the desire of his heart, even though he well knows the old, cold stare of refusal in their eyes.)

 

The Child:          (With keen plead) I want that toy, Father. (His father looks at him red-eyed, in his familiar tyrant’s way. His mother, melted by the free spirit of the day is tender and, gives him her finger to hold)

 

Mother:             (Cajoling him) Look, child, what is before you! Look at the beautiful flowering mustard-field, pale like melting gold as it swept across miles and miles of even land. Look, A group of dragon-flies were bustling about on their gaudy purple wings, intercepting the flight of a lone black bee or butterfly in search of sweetness from the flowers.

 

(The child becomes sad and begins to follow them in the air with his gaze, till one of insects will still its wings and rest, and he tries to catch it. But it goes fluttering, flapping, up into the air, when he has almost caught it in his hands.)

 

Mother:             (With caution tone) Child, come, come on to the footpath.

 

(He runs towards his parents gaily and walks abreast of them for a while, being, however, soon left behind, attracted by the little insects and worms along the footpath that are teeming out from their hiding places to enjoy the sunshine.)

 

Parents:               (loudly send a call to their son from the shade of a grove) “Come, child, come!” (He runs towards them. A shower of young flowers falls upon the child as he enters the grove, and, forgetting his parents, he begins to gather the raining petals in his hands. Sweet cooing of doves is heard in the background. The child runs towards his parents.)

 

The Child:          (Shouting) “The dove! The dove!

 

Parents:               (In warning tone) Come, child, come! (But the child is running in wild capers round the banyan tree, and gathering him up they took the narrow, winding footpath which leads to the fair through the mustard fields. As they near the village the child can see many other footpaths full of throngs, converging to the whirlpool of the fair, and feels at once repelled and fascinated by the confusion of the world he is entering.)

 

(A sweetmeat seller enters hawking)

 

Sweetmeat seller:      (In professional tone) Gulab-jaman, rasagulla, burfi, jalebi,” (Immediately crowd presses round his counter at the foot of an architecture of many coloured sweets, decorated with leaves of silver and gold. The child stares open-eyed and his mouth waters for the burfi that is his favourite sweet.)

 

The Child:                   (With a plead, in murmur tone) I want that burfi. (No answer comes. Without waiting for an answer, he moves on.)

 

(A flower-seller enters hawking)

 

Flower-Seller:             A garland of gulmohur, a garland of gulmohur!

 

The Child:                   (Going to the seller) I want that garland. (No answer comes from his parents. Without waiting for an answer, he moves on.)

 

(A balloon seller enters holding a pole with yellow, red, green and purple balloons flying from it. The child is simply carried away by the rainbow glory of their silken colours and he is filled with an overwhelming desire to possess them all. But he well knows his parents will never buy him the balloons because they will say he is too old to play with such toys. So, he walks on farther.)

 

(A snake-charmer is seen stood playing a flute to a snake which coils itself in a basket, its head raises in a graceful bend like the neck of a swan, while the music steals into its invisible ears like the gentle rippling of an invisible waterfall. The child goes towards the snake-charmer. But, knowing his parents has forbidden him to hear such coarse music as the snake- charmer played, he proceeds farther. There is a roundabout in full swing. Men, women and children, carry away in a whirling motion, shriek and cry with dizzy laughter. The child watches them intently.)

 

The Child:                   (With a bold request) I want to go on the roundabout, please, Father, Mother. (Again, there is no reply. He turns to look at his parents. They are not there, ahead of him. He turns to look on either side. They are not there. He looks behind. There is no sign of them. A full, deep cry rose within his dry throat and with a sudden jerk of his body he runs from where he is standing)

 

The Child:                   (Crying in real fear) Mother, Father! (Tears rolldown from his eyes, hot and fierce; his flushed face is convulsed with fear. Panic- stricken, he runs to one side first, then to the other, hither and thither in all directions, knowing not where to go.) “Mother, Father (loudly wailing. His yellow turban comes untied and his clothes become muddy. Crying. He tries to look intently among the patches of bright yellow clothes, but there is no sign of his father and mother among these people, who seem to laugh and talk just for the sake of laughing and talking. He runs quickly again, this time to a shrine to which people seem to be crowding. Every little

inch of space here is congested with men, but he runs through people’s legs.)

 

The Child:                   (Sobs near the entrance to the temple) Mother, Father! (The poor child struggles to thrust a way between their feet but, knocks to and fro by their brutal movements. He shouts in very high-pitched voice) Father, Mother!

 

(A man in the surging crowd, enters, hears his cry and, stooping with great difficulty, lifted him up in his arms.)

 

A man:              How did you get here, child? Whose baby, are you?”

 

The Child:          (Weeping bitterly) I want my mother; I want my father!

 

A man:              (trying to soothe him and taking him to the roundabout) Will you have a ride on the horse?

 

The Child:          (Sobs and shouts) I want my mother; I want my father!

 

(Then They headed towards the place where the snake- charmer still playing on the flute to the swaying cobra.)

The man:           (Showing him the snake-charmer and in requesting tone) Listen to that nice music, child!

 

The Child:          (The child shuts his ears with his fingers and shouts his double-pitched strain) I want my mother; I want my father!

 

(The man takes him near the balloons,

 

The man:           (Trying to cajole him) Would you like a rainbow-coloured balloon?

 

 The Child:         (Wailing) I want my mother; I want my father!”

 

(The man, still trying to make the child happy, bears him to the gate where the flower-seller sat.)

 

The man:           (Indicating the flowers) Look! Can you smell those nice flowers, child! Would you like a garland to put round your neck?

 

The Child:          (Refusing his request, begins to wail again) I want my mother, I want my father!”

 

(The man, to humour his disconsolate charge by a gift of sweets, took him to the counter of the sweet shop.)

 

The man:           What sweets would you like, child?

 

The Child:          (Sobbing) I want my mother; I want my father!

 

 

********* Curtain falls **********

Theatrical Script of the short story Thank You Ma’am by Ted Hughes.

 

 

Theatrical Script of the short story

Thank You Ma’am

By

Langston Hughes.

 

 

CHARACTERS

 

MRS. LUELLA BATES WASHINGTON JONES : A MIDDLE AGED WOMAN

ROGER : A POOR STREET BOY

 

 

  

SCENE-I 

( Curtain drawn back. It is about eleven o’clock at night. Mrs.. Jones is seen alone returning home along a desolate street with a large purse that has everything in it but hammer and nails. It has a long strap, and she carries it slung across her shoulder. Suddenly a boy of fourteen or fifteen, frail and willow-wild, in tennis shoes and blue jeans, runs up behind her and tries to snatch her purse. The strap breaks with the single tug the boy gives it from behind. But the boy’s weight and the weight of the purse combined causes him to lose his balance. So, instead of taking off full blast as he has hoped, the boy falls on his back on the sidewalk, and his legs flow up. The woman simply turns around, catches him red handed and kicks him right square in his blue-jeaned sitter. Then she reaches down, picks the boy up by his shirt front, and shakes him until his teeth rattles.) 

Mrs. Jones : (Still gripping by his shirt front and commands) Pick up my pocketbook, boy, and give it here. (The boy does so.) Now ain’t you ashamed of yourself?

Roger : (With shame) Yes’m.

Mrs. Jones : What did you want to do it for?

Roger : (Innocently) I didn’t aim to.

Mrs. Jones : (With indignation) You a lie!(By the time two or three people passing, stop, turn to look, and some stand watching) If I turn you loose, will you run?

Roger : Yes’m.

Mrs. Jones : (Humourously) Then I won’t turn you loose. (She still holds him.)

Roger : (Sorrowfully in whispering tone) I’m very sorry, lady, I’m sorry.

Mrs. Jones : (Thinking) Um-hum! And your face is dirty. I got a great mind to wash your face for you. Ain’t you got nobody at home to tell you to wash your face?

Roger : (Getting upset) No’m.

Mrs. Jones : (Emphatically) Then it will get washed this evening. (She starts up the street, drags the frightened boy behind her and says in advising tone) You ought to be my son. I would teach you right from wrong. Least I can do right now is to wash your face. Are You hungry?

Roger : No’m. (Pleading) I just want you to turn me loose.

Mrs. Jones : (Harshly) Was I bothering you when I turned that corner?

Roger : No’m.

Mrs. Jones : (Argumentatively) But you put yourself in contact with me. If you think that that contact is not going to last awhile, you got another thought coming. When I get through with you, sir, you are going to remember Mrs. Luella Bates Washington Jones.

(The boy gets frightened. Sweat begins to pop out on the boy’s face and he begins to struggle to escape. Mrs. Jones stops, jerks him around in front of her, puts a half-nelson about his neck, and continues to drag him up the street.) 

SCENE-II 

(Mrs. Jones gets to her house-door. She drags the boy inside, down a hall, and into a large kitchenette furnished room at the rear of the house. She switches on the light and leaves the door open. Inside the large house, sounds of discourse and laughing of other roomers are heard. Some of their doors are open too. So the boy realizes that he and the woman are not alone. The woman still is holding him by the neck in the middle of her room.) 

Mrs. Jones : What is your name?

Roger : (Casually) Roger.

Mrs. Jones : Then, Roger, you go to that sink and wash your face. (She turns him loose at last. Roger looks at the door—looks at the woman—again looks at the door—and decides not to escape and goes to the sink.) Let the water run until it gets warm. Here’s a clean towel.

Roger : (In fear, bending over the sink) You gonna take me to jail?

Mrs. Jones : (With suspense) Not with that face, I would not take you nowhere. Here I am trying to get home to cook me a bite to eat and you snatch my pocketbook! Maybe, you ain’t been to your supper either, late as it be. Have you?

Roger : (With sadness) There’s nobody home at my house.

Mrs. Jones : (With tone of consolation) Then we’ll eat. I believe you’re hungry—or been hungry—to try to snatch my pockekbook.

Roger : I wanted a pair of blue suede shoes.

Mrs. Jones : (Casually with a tone of advice) Well, you didn’t have to snatch my pocketbook to get some suede shoes. You could of asked me.

Roger : (Astonished) Ma,m?

( A very long pause. The water is dripping from Roger’s face. He looks at her. Then he looks at the open door. After he has dried his face and not knowing what else to do, he dries it again. the boy turns around, wondering what next; whether he will make a dash for it down the hall or stay there.) 

Mrs. Jones : (Suddenly breaking the silence) I were young once and I wanted things I could not get.(Another long pause. The boy’s mouth is open. Then he frowns, but not knowing he frowns.) Um- hum! You thought I was going to say but, didn’t you? You thought I was going to say, but I didn’t snatch people’s pocketbooks. Well, I wasn’t going to say that. (Silence. She tries to make suspense.) I have done things, too, which I would not tell you, son—neither tell God, if he didn’t know. So you set down while I fix us something to eat. You might run that comb through hair so you will look presentable. 

(In another corner of the room behind a screen is a gas plate and an icebox. Mrs. Jones gets up and goes behind the screen. She does not watch the boy to see if he is going to run now, nor she watches her purse which she leaves behind her on the day-bed. But the boy takes care to sit on the far side of the room where he thinks she can easily see him out of the corner of her eye, if she wants to. He does not trust the woman not to trust him. And he does not want to be mistrusted now.) 

Roger : Do you need somebody to go to the store, maybe to get some milk or something?



Mrs. Jones : Don’t believe I do unless you just want sweet milk yourself. I was going to make cocoa out of this canned milk I got here.

Roger : That will be fine.

( Then she heats some lima beans and ham she has in the icebox, makes the cocoa, and sets the table. The woman does not ask the boy anything about where he lives, or his folks, or anything else that will embarrass him. Instead, as they eat, she tells him about her job in a hotel beauty-shop that stays open late, what the work was like, and how all kinds of women came in and out, blondes, red-heads, and Spanish. Then she cut him a half of her ten-cent cake.) 

Mrs. Jones : (Tenderly) Eat some more, son. (They finish eating and she gets up) Now, here, take this ten dollars and buy yourself some blue suede shoes.(Advising) And next time, do not make the mistake of latching onto my pocketbook nor nobody else’s— because shoes come by devilish like that will burn your feet. I got to get my rest now. But I wish you would behave yourself, son, from here on in. (Then she leads him down the hall to the front door and opens it and looking out into the street she says) Good- night! Behave yourself, boy!


(Roger hesitates to think what to say and ultimate he turns at the barren stoop and looks back at the large woman in the door.)


Roger : (In low tune, with difficulty ) Thank you. (Then she shuts the door.)

******* CURTAIN FALLS ******* 

PROJECT ON "INTERVIEW WITH J. K. ROWLING"

 

 

INTERVIEW WITH J. K. ROWLING

 

 

Here is an imaginary interview with J. K. Rowling, writer of famous film series Harry Porter:

 

 

 

 

 

Output of the project:

 

Interviewer:            Hello madam, do you make up the plot in every aspect first by charting the characters and knowing exactly what you would do with them, or did you just piece a lot of it together as you wrote earlier?

J. K. Rowling:          I always have a basic plot of outline, but I like to leave some things to be decided while I wrote or write. It's more fun, indeed.

 

Interviewer:            Do you now or have you in the past kept a journal? If yes, do you believe that it helps in you while writing?

J. K. Rowling:          I never managed to keep a journal longer than two weeks. I get bored with my life. I always prefer inventing things.

 

Interviewer:            Madam, what is Nearly Headless Nick's last name?

J. K. Rowling:          It's in Book I: De Mimsy-Porpington, excellent one.

 

Interviewer:            Why does Professor Dumbledore always like sherbet lemons?

J. K. Rowling:          Because I think that as I like sherbet lemons! And he's got good taste too.

 

Interviewer:            Was it hard for you to think of the monsters' names?

J. K. Rowling:          You know that some of the monsters are from folklore, so I didn't invent them. In Book IV you'll see some creatures I did invent, and I had fun making up their names and it gives me pleasure a lot.

 

Interviewer:            What has been your greatest experience because of Harry Potter's success?

J. K. Rowling:          It was the last American tour because for the first time I realized how many children love Harry. And It was a moving experience for me.

 

Interviewer:            Kindly tell me what makes some witches/wizards become ghosts after they die and some not?

J. K. Rowling:          You don't really find that out until Book VII, but I can say that the happiest people do not become ghosts at all. As you might guess, Moaning Myrtle! Is not it right?

 

Interviewer:            How long have you been writing, Madam?

J. K. Rowling:          As far back as I can remember as it is my passion. The first story I finished was when I was six years old, very funny.

 

Interviewer:            What would your advice be to any other young people that would want to write stories like you?

J. K. Rowling:          I think the most important thing is to read as much as you can, like I did. It will surely give you an understanding of what makes good writing and it will enlarge your vocabulary and knowledge. And it's a lot of fun! And also, start by writing about things as you already know - your own experiences, your own feelings. That's what I do.

 

Interviewer:            What did the Potter parents do for a living before Voldemort killed them, Madam?

J. K. Rowling:          I'm sorry to keep saying this, but I can't tell you because it's important to a later plot, sorry. But you will find out later when you will read it!

 

Interviewer:            In the first book you said Slytherin house Quidditch captain was sixth year Marcus Flint and If there are only seven years of Hogwarts, why is he in the third book of yours?

J. K. Rowling:          He had to do a year again, my boy!

 

Interviewer:            How do students at Hogwarts get educated in Muggle subjects and Do they even need to know other things besides magic?

J. K. Rowling:          They can choose to study Muggle subjects if they will. In the third book, Hermione takes the class Muggles Studies, and that's where they learn about Muggles in school etc.

 

Interviewer:            Since Harry Potter's parents were sorcerers and Petunia was Harry's mother's sister and Shouldn't Petunia be a witch or wizard?

J. K. Rowling:          I don’t think so as Hagrid explains in Book I, sometimes a witch or a wizard occurs in an otherwise Muggle family, just as a Squib is a non-magic person who occurs in an otherwise magic family. Right?

 

Interviewer:            yes. Do you think that you will write about Harry after he graduates from Hogwarts? Isn't there a University of Wizardry in the story?

J. K. Rowling:          No, there's no University for Wizards. At the moment I'm only planning to write seven Harry Potter books and I won't say "never," but I have no plans to write an eighth book.

 

Interviewer:            Will we ever get a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher who lasts more than a year, Madam?

J. K. Rowling:          I'm not going to tell you.

 

Interviewer:            Is Harry Potter ever going to fall in love with Hermione or is he going to fall in love with Ginny Weasley surely?

J. K. Rowling:          In Book IV Harry does decide he likes a girl, but it's not Hermione or Ginny, I will say. However, he's only 14, so there's plenty of time for him to change his mind if he wish.

 

Interviewer:            If you had to choose one teacher from your books to teach your child, who would it be and why, kindly tell me, madam?

J. K. Rowling:          It would be Professor Lupin, my favourite one because he is kind, clever, and gives very interesting lessons.

 

Interviewer:            How many countries have you visited since writing Harry Potter? I know you like to travel.

J. K. Rowling:          Um...let me think a bit. Spain, Italy, France, America. That's all. Hope, I will be visiting lots more, but because my daughter's still so young, I don't like to travel too much unless I can take her with me.

 

Interviewer:            Will Harry ever get a break and not live with the Dursleys in your story?

J. K. Rowling:          I'm not going to tell you that, its secret!

 

Interviewer:            Will we ever see Scabbers again in your story?

J. K. Rowling:          Yes, definitely You will see Scabbers again.

 

Interviewer:            Will Harry ever get to go with his godfather (Sirius Black)?

J. K. Rowling:          He is in contact with Sirius Black in Book IV, but you know as Sirius is on the run, it's difficult for them to be together at the moment in future.

 

Interviewer:            Is it true, kindly tell me, you're doing 7 books, one for each year that Harry will be at Hogwarts?

J. K. Rowling:          Yes,  true.

 

Interviewer:            Do you have an actual floorplan for Hogwarts? Do you use it when writing your books?

J. K. Rowling:          I haven't drawn it, because I think it would be difficult for the most skilled architect to draw, owing to the fact that the staircases and the rooms keep moving. However, I have a very vivid mental image of what it looks like you may know.

 

Interviewer:            What made you think of the people's names and dormitories at Hogwarts, please tell me?

J. K. Rowling:          I invented the unusual names of the Houses on the back of an airplane sick bag! This is true. I love inventing names, but I also collect unusual names, I do so, so that I can look through my notebook and choose one that suits a new character.

 

Interviewer:            will you inform me if you take real people you know and put them in your books?

J. K. Rowling:          The closest I've come to putting a real person in my books is with Gilderoy Lockhart  and he is an exaggeration of someone I once knew. John Weasley is a little bit like my oldest friend, a man I was at school with, whose name is Sean. But neither of them are accurate portraits.

 

Interviewer:            How long does it take to write one Harry Potter book? An interesting question.

J. K. Rowling:          It depends. The quickest, so far, was a year as far as I can remember.

 

Interviewer:            How does it feel to you to know that millions of kids are reading your books worldwide?

J. K. Rowling:          Amazing to know it! I don't think I really realized how many there were until I visited the States and met thousands and thousands of people at book signings, I like it.

 

Interviewer:            How did you come up with Harry Potter in the story?

J. K. Rowling:          Harry just sort of strolled into my head, on a train journey, long ago. He arrived very fully formed. It was as though I was meeting him for the first time.

 

Interviewer:            Why are the gnomes bad? What do they do in the story?

J. K. Rowling:          Gnomes eat the roots of your plants, and make little heaps of earth, like moles do, you know. They are also a bit of a giveaway that wizards live in a house in the story.

 

Interviewer:            Did you ever meet a boy like Harry in your life?

J. K. Rowling:          I probably remember that I  met a boy like Harry, since I've been meeting readers of the Harry books. But he wasn't based on anyone real so far I can tell you.

 

Interviewer:            Are any of your female characters, like Hermione, modeled after your own daughter, madam?

J. K. Rowling:          No, if Hermione was based on anyone, she was based on me when I was younger, you know. But my daughter is turning out to be a bit like me, so she is a bit like Hermione as you will notice.

 

Interviewer:            Was there a particular teacher who encouraged you to write when you were a child, madam? If there was, how did he or she encourage or help you in writing?

J. K. Rowling:          I had some wonderful teachers, but I never confided that I wanted to be a writer. So, no. Writing for me is a kind of compulsion, passion, so I don't think anyone could have made me do it, or prevented me from doing it since my childhood.

 

Interviewer:            Where were you born and what was your childhood like? 

J. K. Rowling:          I was born in a place called Chipping, so perhaps that explains my love of silly names, my boy.

 

Interviewer:            How can two Muggles have a kid with magical powers, kindly explain it? Also how does the Ministry of Magic find out these kids have powers?

J. K. Rowling:          It's the same as two black-haired people producing a redheaded child in the story. Sometimes these things just happen, and no one really knows why! The Ministry of Magic doesn't find out which children are magic. In Hogwarts there's a magical quill which detects the birth of a magical child, and writes his or her name down in a large parchment book, as you will notice. Every year Professor McGonagall checks the book, and sends owls to the people who are turning 11 in the story.

 

Interviewer:            Does Harry give Christmas gifts to his friends? The books mention only gifts he receives in the story. I am interested to know whether he gives gifts and if they are appropriate for the receiver.

J. K. Rowling:          Ron is very sensitive about his poverty, and Harry knows that Ron might be offended if he tried to give him too much in the story. Ron feels awkward accepting too much from Harry in the story.

 

Interviewer:            Do you have a role model and if so, who?

J. K. Rowling:          I don't really have a role model, but I have a heroine in my mind! She was Jessica Mitford, and she was a human rights activist.

 

Interviewer:            When you were my age, did you ever write a book? I am in the fifth grade.

J. K. Rowling:          Yes, as a matter of fact I did. I wrote a story about seven cursed diamonds in the childhood. I thought it was a novel. I think now it was really a very long short story.

 

Interviewer:            Where is Azkaban, madam?

J. K. Rowling:          In the north of the North Sea, a very cold sea.

 

Interviewer:            We are Windy Hills Elementary. Do you write every day, and for how long do you write, madam?

J. K. Rowling:          I write nearly every day. Some days I write even for ten or eleven hours. Other days I might only write for three hours and it depends on how fast the ideas are coming in mind.

 

Interviewer:            How do you feel about receiving the British Book Awards Children's Book of the year, madam?

J. K. Rowling:          Very, very honored.

 

Interviewer:            Where did Sirius Black and Buckbeak go after they went into hiding in the story?
J. K. Rowling:          Somewhere nice and warm! Ha ha.

 

Interviewer:            Do you have any pets/animals? If so, did any of your ideas for monsters come from watching them, madam?

J. K. Rowling:          I have a very very violent rabbit.

 

Interviewer:            How many languages is the book published in?

J. K. Rowling:          Oh goodness! Probably Twenty-five, I think!

 

Interviewer:            Madam, would you get a mythical pet from one of your books? If you could, which one?

J. K. Rowling:          If I could, I would choose a Phoenix, because they have such useful properties, as Harry finds out in Book III.

 

Interviewer:            Did you get any help writing any of the books?

J. K. Rowling:          No, I did it all by myself!

 

Interviewer:            Why did you choose the lightning bolt as a trademark for Harry Potter story?

J. K. Rowling:          actually I decided that it would be an interesting and distinctive mark.

 

Interviewer:            Do you still write in cafes, or do you have to stay out of public places while you write so people won't bother you? I am excited to know it

J. K. Rowling:          I still write in cafes, but I go to different ones now! Ha ha.

 

Interviewer:            Scholastic says: We are almost out of time Ms. Rowling, thank you so much for joining us. Do you have any parting words you would like to share with your unnumbered admires, madam?

J. K. Rowling:          Don't let the Muggles get you down! Ok bye.

 

Interviewer:            Thank you madam! Thanks for your valuable time.