Why do Longie and Stripes stay together?

Ever wondered why the herds of giraffes and zebras stay together?

 Ok, did you know that they always stay together?

If you know, great!

If you didn’t, you now do. That’s great too!

Now let me tell you why it is so..Let’s begin the story.

Once upon a storytime, in the Savanna grasslands of Africa, there were many, too many zebras and giraffes. They had a lot to eat, fresh creeks to drink water and a very pleasant climate to roam about. But like every other plant eating animal, they had a problem.

Every second day, one among them was attacked and dragged away by lions and leopards.


“What to do? We are so helpless?” said a zebra.

“Why has God made us so weak?” said another.

“The cheetahs can run fast. The lions are clever attackers. What a pity! We neither have strength nor brains,” cried another.

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The Lingo Man

“You have always done well in all your exams. I am sure you will be a topper this time too,” said Lokesh’s mom.

Today was an important exam for Lokesh which might get him a good job with lots of money at the end of every month.

But when Lokesh saw his question paper, he couldn’t understand a word!

“Which language is this? Can I get the question paper in English?” Lokesh asked the teacher who was standing there to see that no one cheats.

“I am sorry. You should know Telugu to pass in this exam,” said the teacher.

Lokesh was shocked. He could not believe that he can ever fail in an exam, and that too because of a language!

Lokesh came home and cried. His mother said,”Lokesh, do you remember, you used to hate Mathematics when you were small. But instead of crying, you practiced and practiced till you could get no sums wrong. Can’t you be the same Lokesh again?”

Mom’s words made Lokesh feel good. He made a promise to himself, “If language is where I fail, I am going to master all the languages in the world.”

And then, Lokesh started learning languages. He started with Indian languages first.  He realized that there are 1652 languages in India, but he conquered them all. And then slowly, he learnt all the foreign languages too.

Lokesh was enjoying. Languages are good fun!

One night, when he was working hard learning to write the last human language that was left, a strange light filled his room. He heard a voice.

“Lokesh, you are great. You failed in an exam, but didn’t lose heart. Instead, you made the reason of your failure your strength. You have now become a true hero who can solve all the language problems in this world,” said the voice.

“From now on, you are not an ordinary man. You are the Lingo-man. Here take this. This is your lingo-booster.” Suddenly a strange looking thing appeared on his study table. It looked like a mini-fire extinguisher.

“What is a lingo-booster?” asked Lokesh. But when he looked up, nobody was there.

After that strange day, the Lingo-man, just like the Spiderman and the Superman, started saving the world from language problems. He helped a man, who could speak and understand only Tamil, talk to a doctor who did not understand a word of Tamil.

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He helped a Hindi speaking girl make friends in her school in London, where no one knew Hindi.

He also helped a German couple talk to the taxi driver in Mumbai.

But he still couldn’t understand the importance of the lingo-booster. It was a cylindrical object, which seemed to have no use at all!

But he was sure, it was something very important.

One day, when the Lingo-man came back home from a long, tiring day, he opened his bag. Alas! The lingo-booster was not there!

“Who stole my lingo-booster!” cried the Lingo-man.

And that’s when he heard an evil laughter.


“How are you Lingo-man? You are such an ordinary human-being. I wonder, how you got the precious lingo-booster!” said that evil-looking man.

“Who are you? Give me my lingo-booster back,” said the Lingo-man.

“I am someone who deserves to be the Lingo-man, not you. If the lingo-booster cannot be mine, then it cannot be yours too!” With this, the evil Fussy-lingo threw the lingo-booster in a gutter nearby. The Lingo-man punched him hard, and ran after the lingo-booster. He realized that the water from the gutter goes into the sea, so he reached the opening from where the gutter water falls into the sea.

The shining lingo-booster fell from the gutter, straight to the bottom of the sea into a dark pit on the sea floor. When the Lingo-man entered the pit, he got very scared. It was a mermaid’s cave. The mermaid was not like the beautiful ‘little mermaid’. She was like the mermaid who Harry Potter met during the Triwizard Tournament. Scary and ugly. When she spoke, it sounded as if she is clearing her throat and clicking her tongue and sometimes roaring and growling like a lion. Scarier.

“I want my lingo-booster back,” the Lingo-man pointed at the lingo-booster.

When she didn’t give it back, he jumped and tried to snatch it away from her. All of a sudden, a current passed from the mermaid to the Lingo-man through the lingo-booster. The very next moment, Lingo-man could understand her language!

She was saying, “Who are you? Have you come to catch me?”

To which, the Lingo-man replied in the mer-language, “I am your friend. And I just need my thing back. I will tell no one about you.”

The mermaid was surprised to hear a human speaking her language. She let him go with an ugly smile.

The Lingo-man was back on the shore. He now understood the real purpose of the lingo-booster.

From that day, he became the master of not only all the human languages, but also the languages of animals, birds, insects, aliens and ofcourse, mermaids!

Nanu- The fussy-eating kid (Age 2 to 6)

Nanu was a fussy eater. He loved noodles, but when mamma cooks his favourite noodles with veggies, he would push the bowl away. Cutlets made his mouth water. But mamma is so adamant to make him eat those greens that she cleverly includes some finely chopped beans and spinach in the mix. Nanu would eat gladly unless he spots the green lurking in the cutlet. 

One afternoon, Nanu was playing with his favourite round-about train set. Mamma tried to put him to sleep but he was not at all sleepy. He wanted to make the train run few more rounds. Finally, mamma dozed off.

Few minutes later, Nanu’s stomach gurgled. Was he hungry? But he just had his lunch. Oh no. He had been a bad boy yet again. He had refused to eat the porridge mamma made for him. There were beans, coriander and spinach in it. So he…

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Exam Fever!

They are uninvited, they are unpleasant,1

But unfortunately, they are here!

Forget ghosts, forget beasts,

Exams are my only fear.


Theorems make me break a sweat,

Periodic tables make me shiver.

I am afraid I am down with,

What they call ‘exam fever’.


But am I the only one,

Burning the midnight oil?

No, there’s someone else too,

Putting up with a turmoil.



Someone who can expertly ease,

The butterflies in my tummy.

No points for guessing,

My 3 a.m. buddy is my mummy.










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The Ugly Rhino (age 2 to 5)

Renno, the rhinoceros was a new student in the class. 

So, he was sitting alone in a bright orange chair.

The new school was big. It had see-saws and slides. It had so many classrooms. And so many kids to make friends with. Renno was excited.

Just then he saw a rabbit sitting alone like him. He was a beautiful rabbit. He had milky white skin and long ears. He had a pink nose and big black eyes. Renno thought, he must be a new student like me. Let me go and ask him to be my friend.

Suddenly, Jeremy, the giraffe, entered the class. He was the class teacher.

“Attend to your roll calls, children” said he.

Then he called the children one by one by their names. Renno listened and memorized every student’s name.

There was Anna, the anteater , Buffy, the baboon  

Esho, the elephant  

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The Messy Mane

Once upon a storytime,

There was a lion, bad and big.

He loved tearing to pieces

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He had big, bad eyes,

Round and red,

And big, bad teeth,

Almost a hundred.


But one thing he hatedroar.png

Was his long mane,

That pricked his eyes,

And gave a lot of pain.


It was messy, dirty,

Sticky like clay,

It think his mom,

Didn’t wash it this Sunday.


One day he spotted,

A rabbit, white like snow,

He moved closer to him,

carefully and slow.



Growl! He pounced,

Like a toy with spring,

Ready to kill and eat,

That poor little thing.


Stop, o mighty king,

You are strong and fearless,

I might be weak,

But I am definitely not useless.


Ha Ha Ha! What do you think,

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Or any creature,

As small as you?


I can help you,

Tame your mane,

I know it gives you,

A lot of pain.


Really, can you do that?

The lion was taken aback.

If you help me,

You get your freedom back.



The rabbit washed

Combed and oiled

The lion’s mane was

No longer spoiled.


Then tied his mane

Into a cute tight bun

The lion said,

grooming is actually fun!



Wow! I am free,

Said the happy hare

And the lion was

Free from his dirty, messy hair.


Always be ready

To help and care.

Like this weak and small,

But helpful little hare.




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The legend of Bhogi Pandigai

January is here! Kartik’s favourite month.

Everything about this month is so good.

Start of the year, the chill of the winters, the warmth of razai and of course, the winter holidays.

But the biggest attraction of this month is Pongal, his favorite festival.

Kartik belongs to Madurai, Tamil Nadu, but has been living in Delhi for very long.

Mom says they shifted to Delhi when he was 2.

Kartik speaks Tamil, though not as good as his mom, dad and pati(granny). Sometimes, he would start his sentences in Tamil but helplessly end it in Hindi.

But no matter what, he loves Pongal, one of the most important festivals celebrated in Tamil Nadu.

Kartik woke up to mom’s calling. But when he opened his eyes, mom was nowhere to be seen.

Then he found her at the courtyard, making beautiful Kolam.pongal

“Mom, what are you doing?” Kartik was pleasantly surprised.

“Today is Bhogi. Have you forgotten?” said mom.

“Aha! So do we get to eat yummy bolis for breakfast?” asked the super-excited Kartik.

“May be. If you hurry up and get ready”, replied mom with a smile.

Bhogi is the first day of a 4 day long Pongal festival. The day is also called Bhogi Pongal. Yesterday, mom and dad had cleaned the house. Kartik was asked to clean his room, which he did.

Kartik could already smell the delicious bolis cooking on dosai kall. The smell of ghee was irresistible. He hurriedly dressed up and sat to eat.

Bolis are a kind of pancakes made out of lentils and jaggery, cooked like paranthas and served with ghee.

“Mom, why do we celebrate Bhogi?” asked Kartik, his 4th boli stuffed in his mouth.

“Hmm…I am sure you have heard this story. But perhaps never knew, it has anything to do with Boli Pongal” said mom with a knowing smile.

Kartik was curious.

“So here it goes. The people of Vrindavan worshipped Indra as he is the God of clouds and rain. Every year, they carried out a huge yagya to please Indra. They considered Indra as the supreme, most powerful of all Gods.

Yes, it was true that it was Indra because of whom it rained, the crops yielded good harvest, but pride kills respect.

The honor and the respect he got from all sides made Indra full of pride and arrogance.

Now, Krishna decided to teach Indra a lesson. He advised the people of Vrindavan to worship Lord Govardhan, the God of cows, instead.

“We are all shephards and milkmen. We owe everything to Gow-mata. So ideally, we should be offering our prayers to Lord Govardhan. Let’s make a fresh start this year.”

This made Indra furious. And he showed his anger by causing terrible thunderstorms. It rained heavily and the whole village flooded.

At this Krishna, lifted mount Govardhan on his little finger and the entire village got sheltered under the mountain.


Indra could cause no harm to anyone. This humbled him down. He fell on Krishna’s feet and begged for forgiveness.

Krishna forgave Indra instantly, and made him realize that his powers will be respected till the time he stays away from pride.

So, we do pay respect to Indra because he makes it rain, making the crops stay healthy and helping the farmers get a good yield and Bhogi is the first day of the festival of harvest – Pongal celebrated to honor Indra.

Yes, Kartik had heard this story many times. But didn’t know this was the legend behind Bhogi. Tomorrow is Thai Pongal and it is only going to get better!



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