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Here you can get it directly ⇩ The Blue Umbrella The Blue Umbrella is a novel set in the mountainous Gharwal region. The story is about a little girl called Binya. In this article, we will discuss the summary of The Blue Umbrella by Ruskin Bond. The story starts with picnic in the valley. She is attracted to their activities and especially smitten by a blue umbrella. Read further on this PDF. Tags: Ruskin. As soon as Binya saw the beautiful blue silk umbrella she wanted it She wanted it so badly that she was willing to give her lucky leopards claw pendant in.

Prakash knew almost everyone in the area, and exchanged greetings and gossip with other children as well as with muleteers, bus-drivers, milkmen and labourers working on the road. A small crowd had assembled on the playing field. Something unusual seemed to have happened.

Prakash ran forward to see what it was all about. Bina and Sonu stood aside, waiting in a patch of sunlight near the boundary wall. Prakash soon came running back to them. He was bubbling over with excitement. People are saying a leopard must have carried him off! He was about fifty-five and was expected to retire soon.

But for the children, adults over forty seemed ancient! And Mr Mani had always been a bit absent-minded, even as a young man. For Mr Mani to disappear was puzzling; for him to disappear without his breakfast was extraordinary. Then a milkman returning from the next village said he had seen a leopard sitting on a rock on the outskirts of the pine forest.

There had been talk of a cattle-killer in the valley, of leopards and other animals being displaced by the construction of a dam. But as yet no one had heard of a leopard attacking a man. Could Mr Mani have been its first victim? Someone found a strip of red cloth entangled in a blackberry bush and went running through the village showing it to everyone. Mr Mani had been known to wear red pyjamas.

Surely, he had been seized and eaten! But where were his remains? And why had he been in his pyjamas? Meanwhile, Bina and Sonu and the rest of the children had followed their teachers into the school playground.

Feeling a little lost, Bina looked around for Prakash. She found herself facing a dark slender young woman wearing spectacles, who must have been in her early twenties — just a little too old to be another student. She had a kind expressive face and she seemed a little concerned by all that had been happening. We were at school there.

Are you in the Sixth class? My name is Tania Ramola. No, he snapped, he had not been attacked by a leopard; and yes, he had lost his pyjamas and would someone kindly return them to him?

After much questioning, Mr Mani admitted that he had gone further than he had intended, and that he had lost his way coming back. He had been a bit upset because the new teacher, a slip of a girl, had been given charge of the Sixth, while he was still with the Fifth, along with that troublesome boy Prakash, who kept on reminding him of the time!

The headmaster had explained that as Mr Mani was due to retire at the end of the year, the school did not wish to burden him with a senior class. But Mr Mani looked upon the whole thing as a plot to get rid of him.

He glowered at Miss Ramola whenever he passed her. And when she smiled back at him, he looked the other way!

When the postmaster opened the thermos, he found only a few drops of broth at the bottom — Mr Mani had drunk the rest somewhere along the way. When sometimes Mr Mani spoke of his coming retirement, it was to describe his plans for the small field he owned just behind the house.

Right now, it was full of potatoes, which did not require much looking after; but he had plans for growing dahlias, roses, French beans, and other fruits and flowers. The next time he visited Tehri, he promised himself, he would download some dahlia bulbs and rose cuttings.

The monsoon season would be a good time to put them down.

And meanwhile, his potatoes were still flourishing. She felt at ease with Miss Ramola, as did most of the boys and girls in her class. Tania Ramola had been to distant towns such as Delhi and Lucknow — places they had only read about — and it was said that she had a brother who was a pilot and flew planes all over the world.

Most of the children had, of course, seen planes flying overhead, but none of them had seen a ship, and only a few had been in a train.

Tehri mountain was far from the railway and hundreds of miles from the sea. But they all knew about the big dam that was being built at Tehri, just forty miles away. Bina, Sonu and Prakash had company for part of the way home, but gradually the other children went off in different directions.

Once they had crossed the stream, they were on their own again. It was a steep climb all the way back to their village. Prakash had a supply of peanuts which he shared with Bina and Sonu, and at a small spring they quenched their thirst. When they were less than a mile from home, they met a postman who had finished his round of the villages in the area and was now returning to Nauti. I saw it this morning, not far from the stream. No one is sure how it got here. Get home early. They took his advice and walked faster, and Sonu forgot to complain about his aching feet.

They were home well before sunset. There was a smell of cooking in the air and they were hungry. Their mother was lighting the kitchen stove. They greeted her with great hugs and demands for an immediate dinner. She was a good cook who could make even the simplest of dishes taste delicious. Electricity had yet to reach their village, and they took their meal by the light of a kerosene lamp. After the meal, Sonu settled down to do a little homework, while Bina stepped outside to look at the stars.

Across the fields, someone was playing a flute. They had been getting into his garden at night and digging up and eating his potatoes. From his bedroom window — left open, now that the mild-April weather had arrived — he could listen to them enjoying the vegetables he had worked hard to grow.

Scrunch, scrunch! Katar, katar, as their sharp teeth sliced through the largest and juiciest of potatoes. For Mr Mani it was as though they were biting through his own flesh.

And the sound of them digging industriously as they rooted up those healthy, leafy plants, made him tremble with rage and indignation. The unfairness of it all! Yes, Mr Mani hated porcupines. He prayed for their destruction, their removal from the face of the earth.

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Mr Mani got out of bed every night, torch in one hand, a stout stick in the other, but as soon as he stepped into the garden the crunching and digging stopped and he was greeted by the most infuriating of silences.

He would grope around in the dark, swinging wildly with the stick, but not a single porcupine was to be seen or heard. As soon as he was back in bed — the sounds would start all over again. Scrunch, scrunch, katar, katar… Mr Mani came to his class tired and dishevelled, with rings beneath his eyes and a permanent frown on his face. It took some time for his pupils to discover the reason for his misery, but when they did, they felt sorry for their teacher and took to discussing ways and means of saving his potatoes from the porcupines.

It was Prakash who came up with the idea of a moat or waterditch. By evening the moat was ready, but it was still dry and the porcupines got in again that night and had a great feast.

They had the satisfaction of watching it flow gently into the ditch. Everyone went home in a good mood. By nightfall, the ditch had overflowed, the potato field was flooded, and Mr Mani found himself trapped inside his house.

But Prakash and his friends had won the day. The porcupines stayed away that night! A month had passed, and wild violets, daisies and buttercups now sprinkled the hill slopes, and on her way to school Bina gathered enough to make a little posy. The bunch of flowers fitted easily into an old ink-well. Miss Ramola was delighted to find this little display in the middle of her desk. Bina kept quiet, and the rest of the class smiled secretively.

After that, they took turns bringing flowers for the classroom. On her long walks to school and home again, Bina became aware that April was the month of new leaves. The oak leaves were bright green above and silver beneath, and when they rippled in the breeze they were like clouds of silvery green. The path was strewn with old leaves, dry and crackly. Sonu loved kicking them around.

Clouds of white butterflies floated across the stream. Sonu was chasing a butterfly when he stumbled over something dark and repulsive. He went sprawling on the grass. When he got to his feet, he looked down at the remains of a small animal. Come quickly!

It was part of a sheep, killed some days earlier by a much larger animal. The leopard will be hunting elsewhere by now.

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But she did not want Sonu to feel afraid, so she did not mention the story. And for a few days, whenever they reached the stream, they crossed over very quickly, unwilling to linger too long at that lovely spot. Miss Ramola had arranged to take her class, and Mr Mani, not wishing to be left out, insisted on taking his class as well. That meant there were about fifty boys and girls taking part in the outing. The little bus could only take thirty.

A friendly truck-driver agreed to take some children if they were prepared to sit on sacks of potatoes. And Prakash persuaded the owner of the diesel-roller to turn it round and head it back to Tehri — with him and a couple of friends up on the driving seat. The bus left at 9 a. The truck was to follow later. The sharp curves along the winding, downhill road made several children feel sick.

The bus-driver seemed to be in a tearing hurry. He took them along at rolling, rollicking speed, which made Bina feel quite giddy. She rested her head on her arms and refused to look out of the window. Hairpin bends and cliff edges, pine forests and snowcapped peaks, all swept past her, but she felt too ill to want to look at anything. It was just as well — those sudden drops, hundreds of feet to the valley below, were quite frightening.

They had made this journey many times. They were busy arguing about the advantages and disadvantages of large dams — an argument that was to continue on and off for much of the day; sometimes in Hindi, sometimes in English, sometimes in the local dialect! Meanwhile, Prakash and his friends had reached the roller.

They were soon overtaken by both the bus and the truck but kept moving along at a steady chug. Prakash spotted Bina at the window of the bus and waved cheerfully. She responded feebly. Bina felt better when the road levelled out near Tehri. As they crossed an old bridge over the wide river, they were startled by a loud bang which made the bus shudder. A cloud of dust rose above the town. While they were drinking cups of tea at the bus stop, waiting for the potato truck and the road-roller, Miss Ramola and Mr Mani continued their argument about the dam.

Miss Ramola maintained that it would bring electric power and water for irrigation to large areas of the country, including the surrounding area.

Mr Mani declared that it was a menace, as it was situated in an earthquake zone. There would be a terrible disaster if the dam burst! Bina found it all very confusing. And what about the animals in the area, she wondered, what would happen to them?

The argument was becoming quite heated when the potato truck arrived.

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Some eight or nine miles before Tehri the road-roller had broken down, and Prakash and his friends were forced to walk. They had not gone far, however, when a mule train came along — five or six mules that had been delivering sacks of grain in Nauti.

A boy rode on the first mule, but the others had no loads. There were no saddles, only gunny sacks strapped on to the mules with rope. They had a rough but jolly ride down to the Tehri bus stop.

None of them had ever ridden mules; but they had saved at least an hour on the road.

Looking around the bus stop for the rest of the party, they could find no one from their school. And Mr Mani, who should have been waiting for them, had vanished. Tania Ramola and her group had taken the steep road to the hill above Tehri. The earthworks for the dam were only just coming up, but a wide tunnel had been bored through the mountain to divert the river into another channel.

Down below, the old town was still spread out across the valley and from a distance it looked quite charming and picturesque. The long bazaar, and the temples, the schools and the jail, and hundreds of houses, for many miles up the valley.

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His moral values make him take on the responsibility of providing for his mother and younger sister. His maturity in the end makes him go back to his village as he realizes after working at the lime quarry that it is more fun to create, grow than to destroy. His sensible and mature makes him an inspiration for the boys of his age. The Bus Stop at Pipal Nagar is another touching story of integrity, self respect, courage and moral values. His positivity is a source of inspiration.

Suraj is determined and has a vision. Through Suraj Bond gives us the philosophy of life. The Guardian Angel explores the individuality of children in judging the people around them. They do judge people by the adult perceptions.

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They have their own moral parameters. The narrator does not think of his aunt in a bad light because he knows how to distinguish profession from personal.

The Thief is a story that traces the strengthening of bond between a fifteen year old thief and Arun. Even though he robs Arun and runs away while sitting at the platform he realizes that even though he has hundred rupees in his pocket he has never felt so lonely in his life. Section C — The high moral code present in the child characters of Ruskin Bond, their struggle for survival and undaunted spirit makes these child characters an inspiration for the young and old alike.

The deeply embedded sense of honesty, sensitivity and maturity makes their story didactic and a lesson in philosophy of life. Through their ordinary experiences these characters display extra-ordinary qualities of head and heart.

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