Floods come with the rainy season. mercilessly thrusting water in towns and villages, Manoj and his son got stuck and spent the last two days on the roof of their thatched hut. They were red to the skin, for it had rained incessantly (non-stop, constantly, continually) throughout the last week. Manoj was cursing (blaming) himself, for his stupidity for having stayed/remained back when all the villagers were fleeing fearing the impending (imminent – certain to happen). He had made fun of their cowardice and had taunted them for being a quisling (traitor/collaborator).
The way he tied his actions and prayed fervently (very enthusiastically or passionately) to God, to deliver him and his son from this tribulation (great trouble suffering). Never in the last fifty years that he was aware of, had a flood of such magnitude (scale – immense) happened in the village. It was on this premise that he had scoffed (mock –deride) of the well-intention advice, rendered to by his neighbours to flee before the going got tough.
Unheeding their advice he had stayed back with his son, to safeguard the little worldly possessions he had. When the floods came he was what completely unaware and in the last moment could do nothing, but climb up to the roof of his thatched hut, along with his son. His goat and hens were swept away by the surging water before eves, as he watched helplessly wringing his hands in despair. A lone cock and his pet dog Tony who managed to climb on to the roofs of the adjacent huts were the only other survivors’.
The last forty-eight hours had been hell, as he watched powerlessly livestock and valuables, being swept by the swelling water that seemed to inch up by the hour. They were starving and thirsty. What an irony? Manoj gave a thought to it. They had not a drop to drink, with so much water around them. In anguish, he cupped his palms and drank the rainwater to quench his thirst. His son followed suit and once again they sat eyes transfixed, on the horizon as if expecting deliverance.
Their prayers were answered the next morning when the clouds drifted away to give way to bright sunshine. But the water level refused to decline. The weather conditions have improved he could see some human activity on the horizon. Slowly he was able to make out the silhouette of a boat rising. This injected new life to his sagging (sinking or bulging downwards) morale. Taking out his shirt he waved frantically, so as to draw their attention.
He raised his voice to scream for help, but could barely utter a croak. To his dismay, the boat drifted away oblivious to their presence. Crestfallen (sad and disappointed) he slumped on the roof cursing his ill luck. The sun was now shining brightly causing blisters, thus adding to their misery. Just when everything seemed lost, he saw his son gesticulating (use gestures, especially dramatic ones) excitedly in the opposite direction.
He strained his old eyes to make out the outline of another boat, which happened to be coming in their direction. In about ten minutes the boat was alongside their hut.
Manoj and his son were helped down the thatched roof, by many helping hands and given some food packets to eat. Forgetting all forms of etiquette and behaviour, they tore the food packets and literally devoured (destroy) morsels of food, without bothering to even munch them. They were so famished that they just u not care what food they were eating; what was important was that they had something to eat.
Their pet dog Tony and the lone cock were also loaded on to the boat. The motorboat surveyed the wage in search of survivors, but not finding any, turned back to the relief camp.
Manoj was pleased to find his colleagues and neighbours in the relief camp. God had indeed been kind, for all his relatives and friends, were safe. He prayed to the Almighty, to give him the fortitude (courgae) and strength to begin afresh, for that entire he possessed had been swept by the floods.
Picture composition on Floods
The picture is of a peasant and his son sitting on a thatched roof of their hut, Flood has been an annual phenomenon repeating submerged by the surging water of the Koshi River. This has been every monsoon, with the onset of the rains.
The surging waters have flooded the entire village of Metalli, with all the houses and field submerged underwater. Since the village is in a low-lying area, on the banks of this river it invariably gets flooded every monsoon. This had forced the entire inhabitants to flee, but for the poor old peasant who did not have the energy to escape. His son stayed behind to keep him company and together, they along with their pet dog and a cock waited for relief to arrive. They watched in dismay their crop and valuables being swept by the water and could do nothing about it. His other livestock comprising, a goat and a few hens had been swept away. The solitary cock and his dog had the good sense of jumping on to the roof of the adjacent huts and had thus been saved, but for how long.
Floods bring havoc to the people inhabiting the low lying areas, along the banks of the rivers. These are invariably in spate in the monsoons every year. The extent of loss to public property and the personal loss of the helpless villagers is difficult to fathom. Nevertheless, they can do nothing about it, but to silently bear the agony of seeing their precious belonging being swept away before their very eyes. Floods are thus a natural calamity, which strikes them at regular intervals.
Besides causing loss of property, it causes disruption of road and rail traffic. Damages crops and bringing in its wake dreadful diseases like cholera, dysentery that takes a heavy toll of human lives. The meagre resources of the government are stretched in providing relief and succour to the affected people. Relief camps are set up in the open or in schools and colleges where the affected people live like refugees, surviving on doles of the government or the voluntary organisations, which run the camps.
Rains are indeed welcome after the scorching heat of the hot summer we welcome the dark clouds, at the onset of the monsoon, as they promise the much-awaited respite. Nevertheless, for the poor peasant, living along the banks of the river, it is an ominous reminder of the impending disaster that is in store for him. It is difficult for him to rejoice, for it brings with it a boutique of misfortune
Picture composition for class 10 ICSE Exam CBSE Exam
Picture Composition on Floods
The monsoons had arrived, bringing with it the usual chaos, like water logging an in the low-lying areas of the villages and towns. This year too like in the previous years, river submerged a large number of villages and towns. The scene river surmised page number of mages and towns. The scene was pathetic in one such Metalli, located on the bank of this river. Here a poor old peasant, unable to escape the raging waters, took refugee on the top of his thatched but tend and care for him.
All the villagers had fled and most of the livestock had been swept away by the floods. The only surviving pets were his pet dog Tony and a cock, who took refuge roof of the adjacent huts. They thus began their endless wait for relief to arrive.
This tragic scenario has been happening over the years and we have not been able with this problem, which strikes us at regular intervals. It is an irony that on one hand, some flooded with the overflowing rivers, while at the same time there is a drought-like condition in other areas of the country.
We have made spectacular progress in Science and Technology, but have been unable to address this problem. The flood brings in its wake misery, destruction and enormous loss of life and property that could be avoided.
Water is a precious national resource that we have not been able to manage. This is the reason for the above paradoxical situation. Had we built dams and reservoirs in the catchment areas, we could have effectively regulated the level of river water. The excess water could have been diverted to the drought-stricken areas. These dams and reservoirs could augment the generation of hydroelectric power, thus accelerating the pace of economic development.
Our callous attitude to soil conservation, reflected in the continuous felling of trees, is also responsible for floods. By denuding large tracts of forest land, we have accelerated the pace of soil erosion and consequently, the rainwater swiftly flows down, flooding the low lying areas.
The problem of floods would continue to torment us and the above sight would be a regular feature in the monsoon if we and the government do not take remedial measures. It is high time that instead of waiting for the calamity to strike, we adopt a more proactive policy by efficiently managing our water resources.
This can be done by attending to the root cause of the problem as suggested above, so that that poor farmer as symbolised in the picture, does not have to suffer the repeated ravages of the floods.
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