Picture Composition: Pictures stimulate thoughts and motivate to express views and ideas. Picture composition develops writing and language skills. It aids in eliciting personal thoughts, feelings and experiences by strong observation.
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The basic need to write an effective picture composition, is to understand the topic and then express views on it that should reflect one’s personal experience and thoughts. While writing, attention must be paid to errors-grammatical, spelling or punctuational. The information should be in an elaborate and well-organised style and the closing line could be the most impressive part of the composition.
Steps to writing a good picture composition
1. The first step is that before the student begins writing, he/she should study the picture minutely and thoroughly and then plan out his/her content. Planning is essential while attempting picture composition. The student must plan out his/her every move, starting from the introduction and continuing right till the conclusion.
2. The idea conceived through the given picture must be the base of the essay that the student plans to write. This connection must be maintained and the focus should be on the picture as well as the content.
3. Make use of your imaginative power and simple language in order to frame out the content related to the picture.
4. Use figures of speech.
Examples:
- As white as snow
- Burn a hole in one’s pocket
5. As the word limit is going to range between 350-400 words try to spread out the ideas so that there is variety of ideas in the picture composition. Here too the ideas must be linked to the given picture.
6. Conclude the composition in an interesting way to score better marks.
Sample Picture Compositions
Story 1 a.
Mohan looked back once more to get a glimpse of the lonely seat that stretched between two gaunt trees. There was no sign of Lata. She had promised to meet him in the evening, at their usual place, near the river. And, this was to be their last meeting before he left for Canada to pursue his studies. As luck would have it, he got a job instead, and he wanted to inform her in person and see the radiant smile that would light up her eyes. He had been waiting for hours. Ever so reluctantly he traced back his steps saying a final goodbye to the familiar scene that would for ever, remain etched in his memory the old bench, may be a remnant of Victorian era, the twin trees that would be in bloom in spring season but now in lost glory with most of their leaves shed, the flowing river, and the lights on the bridge.
Many an evening, the young friends spent in their favourite haunt, watching the waterfront illuminated by the numerous bulbs flashing across the river. They would come at six, sit on the bench and gaze at the bridge for the first light to appear and then another and another in a synchronised sequence. As the dusk slowly gave way to night, the dark waters would reflect myriads of lights giving an impression of a huge necklace spanning the breadth of the river. Looking at them, they would make plans for future; how they would get jobs, get married and bring up a family. Their life seemed perfect, except for one snag-Lata’s parents did not share their dreams.
Mohan and Lata were childhood friends. As they grew older, their friendship blossomed into something more meaningful. That Mohan did not have a job was the stumbling block, as their daughter’s security was very important for Lata’s doting parents. Like any youngster of the present age, Mohan wanted to go abroad, pursue his studies before he landed a job. It was only at the insistence of this girl that Mohan reluctantly applied for a couple of jobs. And to his utter surprise, he was selected as fitting candidate in one of the reputed companies.
With his appointment letter in his hand, he had come to surprise her; but for the first time in all these years, she did not turn up. He had waited and waited, watching the sunlight disappearing far in the horizon, and the lights of the bridge twinkling as though to mock him. The lonely trees looked desolate mirroring his disappointment. This was the day to bid goodbye, as he had to catch a flight to Canada the next morning. This was also the day to tell her that the obstacle to their marriage no longer held water. But alas!
As Mohan turned the corner, a taxi halted with a screech. A girl got out and limped towards the bench. She was dragging her feet, and her head was in bandage. Reaching the seat, she looked around as if searching for someone. In the flash of the bridge light, he saw her face. It was Lata. She was swaying a bit as if her legs could not support her. He rushed towards the staggering figure and caught hold of her before she touched the ground. The swaying trees, the silent moon, the undulating water watched in silence at the two figures silhouetted against the shimmering sky.
Story 1 b.
‘Daddy, this ice cream is a funny colour said Anuj, throwing it down in disgust. ‘I don’t like it.’ Shivam hugged his coat closer round him and gazed out across the water, to where a dark line separated the land from the sky. The wind stretched his skin taut. He pushed his thoughts away for the moment, and took his son’s hand. ‘Come on, let’s look in the water over there, and see if we can find some fish. They got up from the wooden bench on which they had been sitting and walked to the edge of the fence at the edge of the waterfront.
To their left was the Suspension bridge, a tourist point of the city. Beyond the bridge was a tall building on the fourteenth floor of which was Shivam’s office. He had taken leave that day from office to spend the day with Anuj. His wife, Laila, had asked him to do so.
‘Daddy, Daddy! Here’s one!’ Anuj was pointing excitedly into one of the hollows, and sure enough Anuj could see a tiny white fish, no bigger than his palms, drifting industriously to and fro in the chilly water. In the surface he could see the dark reflection of the two oak trees lining the pier.
‘Please, Mr. Fish , said Shivam ‘Master Anuj requests your company to get to know you better. Will you join us?’ ‘Yes!’ said Anuj, clapping his hands. ‘Come and make my acquaintance!’ Now, Shivam adopted a fish like voice. ‘Well, Master Anuj, thank you very much for your kind invitation. Will you bring me home afterwards?’
‘Will we, Daddy?’ said Anuj. ‘Of course,’ said Shivam. ‘We must always be kind and courteous to our guests.’
Just then he saw Laila coming towards them. Anuj ran and hugged his mother. She picked him up and kissed him. All three of them sat on the bench.
Laila took out a bar of chocolate and gave it to Anuj. “Go and talk to your fish and eat this chocolate”. Anuj ran off excitedly. Laila took Shivam’s hands in hers. ” What did the doctor say?” asked Shivam. Laila smiled. “Everything is all right. My reports are clear. I don’t have cancer”.
A thousand sparking lights, brighter than those glittering in the water, had burst inside Shivam.
Story 2
Rohan extended his hand to the well dressed boy, in a gesture of friendship. He seemed lonely. The other children were playing, dancing, going round and round to the tune being played. But this boy seemed to be lost in thought, with a fixed expression on his face. Rohan, a couple of years older than the other children, had chosen to remain near the music table, selecting songs to be played. It was at this time, he noticed the lonely boy. There was something in the intense look of his eyes, his stance, that drew his attention.
“Hey, I’m Rohan. What’s your name ?” There was no response; just a fixed glare. It was as though, he completely looked through him. Rohan was taken aback. Such arrogance! No wonder the other children were not playing with him. Who would want to waste time with an unfriendly, haughty, spoiled brat, who would not even respond to a friendly gesture!
Rohan turned back, walked towards the table shrugging his shoulders. He was helping himself to an ice cream when he felt someone tugging at his shirt. He slowly turned. He could see the smiling face of the ‘arrogant’ boy, gazing earnestly at him. A man, possibly the boy’s father, was standing beside him. He nodded at the boy, who slowly raised both his hands, palm upwards. On the palms, in bold letters were written, ‘hello friend.’
Rohan looked up at the man in wonder. The man said, “Sorry, young man; but my son can’t hear or talk. So he was taken aback when you spoke. That’s why he didn’t respond to you, but when I explained he understood. He wrote these words himself and wants to be friends with you.” Rohan could not speak a single word. How wrong he had been! Without thinking, he had made up in his mind, conjuring up all negative thoughts about the boy’s character!
Rohan knelt down, took the chubby hands, pointed at the word ‘friend’ and nodded his head. A smile spread across the little face. Soon he was nodding vigorously, pointing at the same word. It was a promise of mutual friendship, sealed forever, without a single word being spoken. Time stood still as their hearts spoke to each other.
Suggested Outlines of Picture Composition
- Occasion – Festival of Holi.
- Holi Milan on the lawns of the housing society.
- People putting color on each other.
- 2 men who used to be childhood friends but had fallen out.
- They come face to face after many years.
- Realize that there is no point in fighting.
- They hug each other and make up.
- Students meet for an Exchange Programme.
- Do many activities as a group.
- Do a lot of travelling around the place.
- Last day of the programme.
- Foreign students take a group photograph with their hosts.
- Go back with happy memories.
- Robin lives in a village in India.
- His house is made of unbaked bricks and has a thatched roof.
- There are no proper roads in his village.
- Robin watches a movie that is set in Mumbai.
- At night Robin dreams of his village turning into a model city with sky scrapers, flyovers, greenery, etc.
- You wake up to a crisp fall morning.
- The branches growing near your home in the woods, sway in the wind.
- The overcast sky and the neon red, yellow, orange and brown leaves just fit together.
- Leaves dot your driveway, the road, and your rooftop.
- You hop in your car and drive to work.
- The pet cat snuggles up in your lap.
- You are making a school project.
- The paint brush is in your hand.
- You pretend to paint the cat’s whiskers.
- Your cat starts purring. You pet him.
