<?xml version="1.0" encoding="iso-8859-1"?><rss version="1.0"><channel><title>Diary of kshitij</title><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/</link><description>Diary of kshitij</description><language>en-us</language><item><title>A dragon time machine-2</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Once upon a time there was a village. It had a time machine. The village leader said, "Never go near it, I mean the time machine!" He said it so strictly, it meant like he really was serious. He did not explain why you should not go near the time machine. The villagers really wanted to know, so they started complaining to the leader. The leader did not agree to tell the villagers. They made an angry mob. The leader locked the door and his guards said, "The villagers are trying to break the windows and come in.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">"Then call the soldiers" replied the leader. He said it like he were more worried than ever. Then the villagers were holding a tree which was chopped down and they are going to break through the door. Suddenly a dragon appeared; the villagers ran to their houses without a sound. The villagers could not under stand where the dragon had come from. There were this two kids who came near the time machine and they saw the door open. "That is why the dragon is here. That explains everything, we have to get back to the village and fast", one of the little kid said.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">The little kids ran behind a tree ; when they looked in front of the tree there the dragon was  red eyes, green body, <SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>sharp nails, black yellow teeth and a hairy toe knuckle! The kids were afraid; one quickly took one step and suddenly the monster turned back and started to chase the kids to the village. That was so they could run to the village leader. "Run fast" said a kid.. Then they quickly got to the door. They entered the room. They heard nothing but bugs, big dangerous bugs. They saw webs and nothing else none of the kids said anything. They were thinking of the fact that they will die and nothing will be left. They saw the leader, they ran to him fast-like a jet!". Then one of the kids said "The door was open"</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">"What door?" replied the leader.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-outline-level: 1">"The door of the time machine" the other kid said</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">So the leader called the soldiers and the soldier put the dragon back and locked the door. The kids were introduced as Ron and Felton who saved the village from another dragons. </P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 01:29:50 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/11/06/A-dragon-time-machine-2-1.html</link></item><item><title>The Rowan RIn Dragon</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Once in a beautiful village there lived two kids named Ren and Felton, the bigger one is Ren. One day all food from the trees which are way up in the mountain and only the Rin workers are allowed to get it but sadly they are on vacation anmd the workers are too worried that they have to go alone. There is a dragon on top which is the whole point. Many people are going to die. Some say the dragon is going to come down. Ren said, "We'll tell the village leader to make the whole Rin to go and kill the dragon".</P><P>"We can't do that" replied Felton</P><P>"Why not?"</P><P>"If we do that we will get killed by the dragon and die" Felton shouted, screemed and yelled and said all this.</P><P>"We will do it" yelled back Ren </P><P>"Fine as you wish your majesty!"</P><P>Then Ren went to his mom and Felton went to his. They both said together "Mama I have to go to the leader of the village  so we can ask him to take the whole Rin up the mountain to kill the dragon and get some food."</P><P>"OK but..."</P><P>"Thank you mama , love you"They ran away to a bus stop and saw each other. Then they ran quickly to the office to the village leader. Then they got there and asked at the time but different words. It sounded like a jet. The leader said "One at a time"</P><P>Ren went first and said " Can you ask the whole of Rin to go over a mountain so we can kill the dragon and get food?"</P><P>"Why should I do that?"</P><P>"Because you are our only hope "said Felton</P><P>"Forget it" shouted back the leader.</P><P>The conversation went on for a long time.</P><P>Then the leader said, "fine, fine do it."</P><P>Ren and Felton laughed with joy.</P><P>"Yes!" said Ren</P><P>Then they all; started their journey. Then after a few hours they got up and found out that dragon was not bad at all they saw the dragon was helping men. They took the seeds of the trees and named the dragon "Peace" and celebrated a festival every year</P><P>                                           THE END</P>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2008 14:57:08 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/19/The-Rowan-RIn-Dragon-1.html</link></item><item><title>Class-3-part two</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT size=2>I told you I am in class 3, now find out more about it. I get tests and they are not that hard actually. I write one page about any subject the teacher gives me. Sometimes she tells us to write what we did in the week-end. My favorite was when she asked me If I was an animal, what I would be. I said, a saber-tooth tiger, which is a dinosaur with teeth sticking out. It is very sneeky and dangerous, it scares me but on the upside, I like being sneeky.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=2>I eat snacks when I am done writing. I can play for a little while like ten minutes. Snack time is fun because you get to play in the playground, you can even bring your own ball to play in snack time , maybe even lunch but that is another story.</FONT></P><P><FONT size=2>When we go in you pick up your lunch box and line up beside the class. Then you go inside.</FONT></P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 02 Oct 2008 23:44:24 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/10/02/Class-3-part-two-1.html</link></item><item><title>School- newspaper</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Interviewing is a reporter's job. It is a tough job but someone's got to do it. Some points to be kept in mind when interviewing are:</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Why is it interesting to people?</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">What are the facts?</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>What are your sources?</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Who do you need to interview?</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">What questions to ask?</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">Do you need a photo?</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">You need to research and advertise. Consider the first point carefully. </P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">So that's how a good reporter works. I said I am going to do karate in my afterschool activity but I chose school newspaper because it's even better. I learned all this in one day; it was hard to remember. I couldn't remember so I checked in my notebook. So a good reporter is a good guy.</P>]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 18 Sep 2008 02:08:30 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/09/18/School-newspaper-1.html</link></item><item><title>Third grade</title><description><![CDATA[<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><o:p> </o:p></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-tab-count: 2">                        </SPAN><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: blue">Third grade<o:p></o:p></SPAN></B></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><B style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 22pt; COLOR: blue"><o:p> </o:p></SPAN></B></P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt">I just went to third grade. In the beginning it was easy but now it is getting harder and harder. First we made a jigsaw puzzle, it was made out of paper. We had to draw pictures on it and I drew me doing soccer. Next we had to make a chart- a cup-cake chart. We were supposed to write our names on it and write the dates of our birth days. Then we had to draw a self-portrait. I drew one of the best portraits in the class.</P><P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The harder part was the unit of inquiry. We learnt about conflict. We had to write about conflict as much as we could. I wrote about Independence day in <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">India</st1:place></st1:country-region>. It was very fun but hard to remember because I forgot a lot of stuff about Mahatma Gandhi. We did second grade math because we didn't finish the pages in second grade. And I needed to work on my fractions. Then in the beginning of the day, we had to grab a book and read for twenty-five minutes. I chose chapter books but next time I am going to choose a Harry Potter book. Those books have more than five hundred pages and they are meant for Third grade to Fifth grade. I like third grade a lot.</P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 14:17:22 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/30/Third-grade-1.html</link></item><item><title>school</title><description><![CDATA[<P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000099" color=#ff0000>after school activity is hard I am doing writing school news paper. My hands pane, and I am allso going to do karatae it panes my legs.I hope I write somthing beter than the others, </FONT></P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000099" color=#ff0000></FONT> </P><P><FONT style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000099" color=#ff0000>thankyou for reading sorry I didint write for a l ong time.</FONT></P><P><FONT color=#ff0000></FONT> </P>]]></description><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 01:09:21 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/30/school-1.html</link></item><item><title>Catapult</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Oh no! Oh no! I lost my catapult!</P><P>I know! I know!</P><P>I'll ask my mother, my mother said no</P><P>Oh no! Oh no! I lost my catapult!</P><P>I know! I know!</P><P>I'll ask my father, my father said no</P><P>Oh no! oh no! I lost my catapult!</P><P>Oh yes! I found it in my pocket!</P>]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 01:25:07 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/08/17/Catapult-1.html</link></item><item><title>Soccer and Ronaldo-my favorite!</title><description><![CDATA[<P>Some people call football soccer. Well I call it soccer. For Americans football is another game. </P><P>My favorite team is Brazil because its a very good team;they work together and they have good techniques.</P><P>My favorite player is Christiano Ronaldo. I wish I could be him. He is the best player in the world for 2008.</P><P>When I grow up I don't know what to be, because there will be so many new jobs.</P><P>Well I just like playing football, there is nothing special. So lets move on, shall we? I was playing football and I had this cool move that we fall down and play at the same time.</P><P>Remember earlier I said Brazil has good techniques. I am telling you why! Well because they work together and they don't fight. I want to sell brazil shirts. I hear Brazil is a good place too.I wish Christiano Ronaldo was in Brazil!</P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 18:28:43 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/07/01/Soccer-and-Ronaldo-my-favorite.html</link></item><item><title>My day in Disneyland</title><description><![CDATA[<P>In Disneyland I went through so many adventures.First I went to a flying elephant.It flies and there is a remote control so we can control the elephant.We had to wait for a long time in line. When it was our turn , I went with my mom and my sister with our dad. We had fun! My mom kept telling me to go straight. My mom and I went the highest !!! After the ride my sister was crying because my father tricked her by saying you are not supposed to use the remote control.</P><P>After the elephant ride we looked in the map and went to Discovery world. In discovery world we went to a car racing game but the line was too big! So we went to another ride. We went on a space ride. While waiting in the line I didn't get bored because there were robots who were talking, so I laughed and laughed. In the ride it was kind of scary but fun. I had a fun day in Disneyland!</P>]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 17:28:30 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/18/My-day-in-Disneyland-1.html</link></item><item><title>My first five years</title><description><![CDATA[<P>About my first five years, I forgot a lot.</P><P>I do remember somethings. When I was three and I did something wrong and my father is out then I cry to go to my father because my mother scold me. </P><P>When I was 1 I didn't know what was going on. I don't remember but of course every baby doesn't know what's going on. Babies cry a lot-just like my sister.Well let's move on shall we?</P><P>When I was 5 I knew a lot more Math than now. See I used to do mental Math( It was a class where we did mental Math).Well when I was five, I lived in Mumbai. That's where I learnt mental Math. Did You know next to my house there is a bee-hive? I was afraid of bees. Now I know if you don't harm them they won't sting you.</P><P>When I was five I was in a different place and school. Now I am in a new school. We are one big family.</P><P>PS: I also like it when people comment on my blogs.So please keep on commenting.</P>]]></description><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 22:48:41 +0530</pubDate><link>http://realitystoriesandpoems.rediffiland.com/blogs/2008/06/17/My-first-five-years-1.html</link></item></channel></rss>