Sunday, October 26, 2008

Shooting an Elephant...

An enemy is a person who feels hatred for, fosters harmful designs against, or engages in antagonistic activities against another; an adversary or opponent.

In the case of the story ‘Shooting an Elephant’, the British were the enemies, as they had invaded the Burmese terrain and started ruling over it. Fairly, the Burmese had all the rights to hate the British Army; after all they were trying to conquer their village, made them slaves and harmed them for no good reason.

The definition matches the story perfectly as the writer him self hated his job, the oppressors that were the British and while the Burmese always tried to harm the British army which included the writer him self. The were involved in hostile activities against each other, for example when Burman tripped the writer ‘George Orwell’, who was a police man, up on the football field and the referee (another Burman) looked the other way, the crowd yelled with hideous laughter.

The elephant was also an enemy, as it was harming the land and its people. Both the British and the Burmese were threatened by the furious monster! The Elephant somewhat could be related to the British Raj as just like the elephant, they entered the village by force and then debilitated its people.

Friday, October 3, 2008

Rafting

At last, just before the summers were going to end, the best day had finally arrived. My family and I were going to go rafting. My brother and sister were as excited as I was, and even for them it was going to be an incredible day.

I didn’t feel like a complete amateur as my dad knew a great deal about rafting and I was sure that he would be able to help us a lot.

After we got to the river, I was ecstatic to see how violent and thrilling the water was and I was sure that it would be breathtaking. But I won’t deny the fact that I was a little scared at the beginning but later it turned out to be great fun!

I wore a life jacket during the rafting and got absolutely wet from head to toe, and the chilly breeze made all of us hungry as well. So we ate sandwiches and drank pop and enjoyed our selves thoroughly. No doubt, it was the best thing I had done all summer.