Hi there. I was asked to write a fiction/non fiction on this very famous topic "stains are good". I say that this quote is very famous because of its ability to keep people ticking and because of surf excel (supposedly the best company producing detergents)! Surf excel has brought about a revolution in the minds of school kids (including me-the little imp) by asking them to cook up an exciting story on the above topic. the top story will not only appear as advertisement on television but the kid with the most enthralling story will also have the privilege to acquire some of the "oh wow" gadgets and a mini laptop for their own personal use! Ok so the story (sorry, my story) goes thus:
"Mom, it’s getting late! I need my lunch box now or the van driver will honk the life out of me and I will miss out on the most exciting lunch!" said Brad, exasperated at his mom's slowness. After what he thought was an hour his mom came running out of the house with his lunch box, calling out morning cries of worries about his uniform. Brad could never keep his uniform clean and by the time he came back home his uniform was anything but white in color. His mom used to spend an eternity trying to clean up his messy uniform .so his mom advised him day in and day out to keep his uniform clean. Though Brad tried his hardest to keep his uniform clean, he could never accomplish that mission. So he ended up going home dirty .he ran to his van and went to his school with enthusiasm and vigor for yet another day of fun with his friends. They had art class that day and I think you people can imagine what would have happened! He was using red water color to paint his drawing. he heard somebody calling him and he whipped around to see who it was and 'plop', the red paint was all over his uniform! He knew that he was going to be murdered by his mom for his carelessness. So he walked back home with dread written all over his face. There was unusual traffic that day in his street. When he saw the pedestrians struggling to make their way across the road, a sudden idea sprung up in his head. He jumped into the middle of the street and started diverting the traffic and the best thing was that since his uniform was smeared in red paint he could use that as a sign to make the vehicles stop on their tracks. He used his carelessness to his advantage and diverted the traffic. When the road was back to normal once again, he picked up his bag and walked off with a feeling of self satisfaction. He reached home and guess what? The local traffic police was already there to applaud his work. He praised him and gave him a pat on his back. His mom was proud to see her son being lauded by the police. Just when he was expecting to be grounded by his mother for dirtying his uniform he heard her whispering in his ears-" sometimes stains are good". A dreaded nightmare turned into a memorable event for Brad and he remembered that day for a long time in his life.
That is the end of my perception on ‘stains are good’. Hope you enjoyed it and hope its good enough to win me a prize in this competition. If I end up getting the prize, I will be astounded and pleased with myself and my effort. On the other hand, if I don’t win a prize, I would take this as an opportunity to fine tune my English skills as my life is at the English language’s mercy!
That’s all for now. I hope I write something interesting soon.
Cheers,
Aishwarya Kumar
"Mom, it’s getting late! I need my lunch box now or the van driver will honk the life out of me and I will miss out on the most exciting lunch!" said Brad, exasperated at his mom's slowness. After what he thought was an hour his mom came running out of the house with his lunch box, calling out morning cries of worries about his uniform. Brad could never keep his uniform clean and by the time he came back home his uniform was anything but white in color. His mom used to spend an eternity trying to clean up his messy uniform .so his mom advised him day in and day out to keep his uniform clean. Though Brad tried his hardest to keep his uniform clean, he could never accomplish that mission. So he ended up going home dirty .he ran to his van and went to his school with enthusiasm and vigor for yet another day of fun with his friends. They had art class that day and I think you people can imagine what would have happened! He was using red water color to paint his drawing. he heard somebody calling him and he whipped around to see who it was and 'plop', the red paint was all over his uniform! He knew that he was going to be murdered by his mom for his carelessness. So he walked back home with dread written all over his face. There was unusual traffic that day in his street. When he saw the pedestrians struggling to make their way across the road, a sudden idea sprung up in his head. He jumped into the middle of the street and started diverting the traffic and the best thing was that since his uniform was smeared in red paint he could use that as a sign to make the vehicles stop on their tracks. He used his carelessness to his advantage and diverted the traffic. When the road was back to normal once again, he picked up his bag and walked off with a feeling of self satisfaction. He reached home and guess what? The local traffic police was already there to applaud his work. He praised him and gave him a pat on his back. His mom was proud to see her son being lauded by the police. Just when he was expecting to be grounded by his mother for dirtying his uniform he heard her whispering in his ears-" sometimes stains are good". A dreaded nightmare turned into a memorable event for Brad and he remembered that day for a long time in his life.
That is the end of my perception on ‘stains are good’. Hope you enjoyed it and hope its good enough to win me a prize in this competition. If I end up getting the prize, I will be astounded and pleased with myself and my effort. On the other hand, if I don’t win a prize, I would take this as an opportunity to fine tune my English skills as my life is at the English language’s mercy!
That’s all for now. I hope I write something interesting soon.
Cheers,
Aishwarya Kumar
