friends lets have some funnnnnnnnnn with T.T

hello friends,
lets have some fun with Tongue twisters

just try to speak these , and lets see what will happen................ok

''The sixth sick sheik’s sixth sheep’s sick.''

''A good cook could cook as much cookies as a good cook who could cook cookies''

'' If a black bug bleeds black blood, what color blood does a blue bug bleed?''

yaa try below twisters also.........

''How much wood could a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?


'' one smart fellow, he felt smart
two smart fellows, they felt smart
three smart fellows, they all felt smart''

Its a interesting one,
Keep sending this type of games..
Hav a nice Day

hello Pranay
thanks for reading n replying also
but the thing i feel that other students r not so much curious about this forum .
isn't it right ?

hello friends,

I ALSO THINK THAT NO BODY RATHER THEN US WERE SHOWING INTEREST IN THIS FORUM BUT NEVER MIND KEEP SENDING THINGS LIKE THAT ITS A GOOD ONE...........

there are some more interesting topics like english jokes and english stories u ppl can reply for it is very benificial................

Ya u r rite but sum of the persons like u and me n some of my frnds hav shown interest in this forum, so enjoy working in the forum.
N Sending sum more interesting topics.....
Hav a nice day

hellooooooooooooooooo friends here are some new T.Ts plz try these ,
do you know that these twisters also help
us in our fluency and problematic words like with s- words and give us a lil bit fun too

1 A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk,
but the stump thunk the skunk stunk.

2 Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry Red lorry, yellow lorry, red lorry, yellow lorry.

3 Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.

4 Top chopstick shops stock top chopsticks

I hope "she sells sea shells on the sea shore" has not been put up by someone.

this should help those who have trouble differentiating the 's' and 'sh' sound.

you can also repeat pronunciation of 'solution' (so-lew-shun) for the above problem.

One person can make a big difference. You should be happy that there are many who are active on the forum. You are the pioneers and have to show the way for others to follow.

Here is something I read on a website that I would like to share with you. Please go through it and let me know if you do not understand some word, phrase or sentence:

"Mr Amte, a handsome man in his 30s, was better known as a big-shot criminal lawyer in Warora, in what is now Maharashtra in central India. He could charge as much as 50 rupees for arguing for 15 minutes. He was a member of the bridge club and the tennis club and vice-president of the Warora municipality, and he kept, outside town, an elegant farmhouse set in lush fields which he had never lifted a finger to cultivate himself. But after living with Mahatma Gandhi in his ashram in the mid-1940s, something had happened to him.

It was the encounter with the dying leper, however, that shaped Mr Amte's life. He was outraged at the fear he felt: fear of touching, as if he shared the common belief that lepers were paying for their sins and would infect anybody who came close. Where there was fear, he told himself, there was no love; and when an action was not done in love, it had no value. Deliberately, he went back to the gutter to feed the leper and to learn his name, Tulshiram. He then carried him home to care for him until he died, and began—once he had had training in Calcutta—to work in leper clinics all around the town.

His own ashram, founded in 1951 on barren, rocky land full of snakes, was specifically for the handicapped and for lepers, who built and tilled it from scratch with half a dozen tools and their stumps of hands. It was called Anandwan, “grove of joy”; its philosophy was that lepers could be rehabilitated not by charity, nor by the begging life in railway stations and on streets, but by hard work and creativity, which would bring self-respect. Not by tears, but by sweat, Mr Amte wrote once, and noted how similar those were.

By his death around 3,000 people lived at Anandwan. The farm grew millet, grains and fruit; in the schools, lepers taught the blind, deaf and dumb; there were colleges, two hospitals, workshops and an orchestra, where popular songs were conducted by a polio victim. Warora townsfolk, who had shunned the ashram in its early years, had learnt to buy its vegetables and drink its milk without fear of contagion. And at its centre, himself crippled from his 50s by degeneration of the spine, lay Mr Amte on his cot in his white home-woven vest and shorts, smilingly encouraging human beings to see the divine spark in each other.

he Indian government liked what he did and gave him prizes for it. But Mr Amte was a difficult character politically: a non-believer who rejected idol-worship, an excoriator of politicians, rich landlords, agri-business and big corporations, and above all a Gandhian of the pure, old style, who believed that economic development had to be person by person and village by village, by means as small as handwoven threads and fingerfuls of salt. On the outlying fields of his ashrams he held camps where the young were inspired to be social activists; he led them, lying in a van, on rallies for peace and social unity throughout India; and he never ceased to beat the drum of self-sufficiency, for he had proved that even lepers could achieve it.

In his last three decades, however, his focus shifted to the preservation of rivers and the well-being of the tribes who lived in the unexploited forest. These people too, like lepers, had to be taught to eat properly, to bathe and to use toilets, and their habitat had to be saved from the building of huge dams. To the fury of both state and federal governments, Mr Amte campaigned against these projects, rubbishing the official cost-benefit analyses and blocking main roads with his supporters.

From 1990 he went to live by the Narmada, the most threatened river, building another ashram from scratch on stony, empty ground. Each day, until he grew too frail and the slippery banks too hazardous, he would walk to the river to watch it flow. Atheist though he was, he saw the Narmada as a goddess whose beauty should be decorated only with micro-dams on a human scale. And certainly he did not want his ashes to float there after his death. He insisted on burial, where his body—becoming what he had once been most disgusted and afraid of—might go on being useful and productive, inside the earth."

source: http://www.economist.com/obituary/displaystory.cfm?story_id=10757984

i have a question:-

was he met with Mahatma Gandhi ?
Is Baba Amte, died this year on 9th of feb .?

Plz make clear what u want to say i didn't get it

Pankaj

i have questions regarding to BABA AMTE
thats all

yes

He not only met the Mahatama but also lived with him- “But after living with Mahatma Gandhi in his ashram in the mid-1940s, something had happened to him”

An ‘obituary’ is written after the death of a person.