Read Tinkle Online

[Trinidad Baltzell]

Tinklehas been printing comics for more than three decades now. The antics of Suppandi, Shikari Shambhu and Tantri the Mantri, are just some of their many characters that never failed to entertain the young and old alike.

Well, yes, they have! There are various portals which let you read the comic series online. Let us explore some of these tech-savvy options that children can use in this technologically expanding world.

Once an account is created, your child will be welcomed into GetLitt! digital library which can be accessed on any tablet or desktop and it will always open up to YOUR library. Another benefit is that instead of constantly buying the books and paying for them separately, all the books can be read under one subscription.

Children have access to more than just the Tinkle Comics! They can read interviews of authors and even write reviews of their favourite books. It is a very affordable platform, making it a fast favourite with parents as well!

Once you have made an account and signed up, you can peruse their Tinkle collection and pay for only the comic you wish to read. The prices of the Tinkle magazines range from Rs. 30 to Rs. 120 depending on the size and occasion of that particular digest.

In this Tinkle Digest, see what ingenious idea Suppandi comes up with to cool a hot cup of tea. ALso, help a couple figure out whether a pot which doubles anything and everything you put in it, is a boon or a bane in the short story called Magic Pot!

Suppandi is up to his antics again- and this time he was only entrusted with the task of buying a matchbox! Also available in this digest, The Remedy of Baldness, which will keep you on the edge of your seat as you witness a king struggle frantically for a solution to his hair loss!

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My dad came from a family of pianists (Great Aunt Jane was a rollicking good pub-pianist, apparently) and I knew all the tunes Dad enjoyed playing by the time I started piano lessons. The music that he often played, as well as his own father's music, was stacked by the side of the piano.

'Every day, I did my 'practice' first and then I amused myself with Dad's ancient pile of music. I was intrigued by the curly old-style bass clef symbol and by the fingering in very old sheet music, which gave the thumb number as a + sign while the fingers were numbered 1 - 4. I never thought of my clandestine piece-playing as work; it was just fun, but the fact remains that I was teaching myself to sight read.

The thing about sight reading is that you have to expect the dots to sound like music and, if you know what the music should sound like, including the harmonies, you can relate to the notation more easily. It's a bit like the natural way in which children learn to talk, by first hearing and making sense of others talking. My 'fun' playing, quite by chance, perfectly embodied the principle of 'Sound Before Symbol' (not that I knew about that) and helped me to learn to sight read.

When we decided to produce an online Learn to Sight Read programme for our website, E-MusicMaestro, I wanted to make it as much fun as possible and to create the 'pile of music by the piano' effect by providing lots of different pieces that had real-sounding tunes. I wanted to bring about learning by listening as well as playing - there's not much point in doing a sight reading example unless you know whether or not you understood it. While having a great time making up all those pieces, some of them based on 'real' tunes, I invented titles that each sound like the rhythms of the first phrase. For those taking exams, I made sure we covered every key and feature to be found in any piano exam at that level, without focusing on any one examining board.

Our subscribers liked online Learn to Sight Read so much that they asked for it in a book! So we've just published the book, Learn to Sight Read: Piano Book 1, to be followed soon by books 2 and 3. It's based on a solid learning foundation and a fun approach, with some tips from our friendly 'musical assistant', Maestro the Dog (you have to see it!). But here's what's different from other piano sight reading books - you get free access to hearing all the tunes, using QR codes. Just download the free QR app for Android or iOS, point it at the code for each piece and away you go! You can listen before you play, and listen again after, as many times as you like.

Now is your chance to buy E-MusicMaestro Learn to Sight Read: Piano Book 1, and Books 2 and 3 will follow before too long. We're taking UK orders only at present please unless you'd like to enquire first about postage costs but the books will be on sale worldwide within a few weeks' time.

We lean against the window-frame, looking across and beyond the myriadroofs, and listening. The world-weariness has touched our temples withgray, and the heaviness of the day's concerns and tumult presses in,presses in .... presses in ....

Yet as we look into the gentle twilight, the throbbing street belowslowly changes to a winding country road .... the tall buildings fadein the sunset glow until they become only huge elm-trees overtopping adusty lane .... the trolley-bells are softened so that they are but thedistant tinkle of the homeward herd on the hills .... and you and I inmatchless freedom are once more trudging the Old Dear Road side byside, answering the call of the wondrous Voice of Boyhood soundingthrough the years.

The banks of the river were a deep and silent jungle wherein all mannerof wild beasts and birds were hunted; its bosom was the vasty deep outupon which our cherished argosies were sent. And how often their prowswere unexpectedly turned by some new current into mid-stream; sometimessaved by an assortment of missiles breathlessly thrown to the far side,to bring them, wave-washed, back to us; sometimes, alas, sweptmercilessly out to depths where only the eye and childish grief couldfollow them over the big dam to certain wreckage in the whirlpoolsbelow, but even then not abandoned until the shore had been patrolledfor salvage as far as courage held out.

Perhaps it brought no fear to me because it flowed so gently and sohelpfully through such a wonderful valley of Peace and Plenty. Even inits austere winter aspect, with its tree-banks bare of leaves and itssnow-and-ice-bound setting, it rejoiced me.

Always there was enough wind for an ice-boat or a skate-sail, or tosend a fellow swiftly along when mother-made promises were forgottenand an unbuttoned coat was held outstretched to catch the breeze.

At night the torches and bonfires flickered and glowed where theskaters sent the merry noises of their revelry afloat through the crispair as they dodged steel-footed in and out among the huts of the winterfishermen.

One day, when first the tiny rivulets started to run from the bottom ofthe snow-drifts, The River suddenly unloosed its artillery and thecrisp air reechoed with the booming that proclaimed the breaking-up ofthe ice. Great crowds of people thronged the banks, wondering if thebridge would go out or would stand the strain of pounding icecakes. Theunmistakable note of a robin sounded from somewhere. Great dark spotsbegan to show in the white ice-ribbon that wound through the valley.The air at sundown had lost its sting.

Above the town, just beyond the red iron bridge, the river made a greatbend and widened into a lake where the banks were willow-grown, andreeds and rushes and grasses and lily-pads pushed far out intomid-stream, leaving only a narrow channel of clear water.

There was a carpet-covered couch against the flowered wall in onecorner of the parlor. Between the foot of it and the chimney, was thedoor into our bedroom. I always hung my stocking at the side of thedoor nearest the couch, on the theory, well-defined in my mind witheach recurring Christmas, that if by any chance Santa Claus brought memore than he could get into the stocking, he could pile the overflow onthe couch. And he always did!

I am quite happy to have this wonderful new horse of today, and thereis some warmth inside of me as I walk around it in the garage whileHenry, its keeper, flicks with his chamois every last vestige of dustfrom its shiny sides.

It seems mighty convenient to telephone your grocer to send up a poundof butter and have it come all squeezed tight into a nicesquare-cornered cardboard box whose bright and multi-colored labelassures you that the butter has been properly deodorized fumigated,washed, sterilized, antisepticized and conforms in every other respectto the Food and Drugs Act, Serial 1762973-A. You read the label againand feel reasonably safe at meals.

The sun had gone down behind the willows on the river-bank. Thenight-clouds still carried the crimson-and-purple of the late twilight;and the deep, still waters of the channel gave back the colors and thegleam of the first stars that heralded the night ..... The martinschattered under the eaves, scolding some belated member of the clan whopushed noisily for a lodging-place for the night. The black bat and thedarting nighthawk were a-wing, grim spectres of the dusk. Thewhip-poor-will was crying along the river, and far up-stream the looncalled weirdly across the water.....

A small boy was sitting on grandfather's front steps, his elbows on hisknees, his chin in his palms, seeing familiar objects disappear in thegathering dusk, and watching the stars come out. He was safe, very safefor grandfather had not gone to the dining-room yet, and his arms couldbe reached for shelter in two or three bounds, if need be. So it wasvery pleasant to sit on the steps and see the little old town fold-upits affairs and settle down for the night.

And the Little Boy on the Steps knew that it was Jimmy, theLamplighter, working his way swiftly and silently. If only the supperbell would delay awhile The Boy would see old Jimmy light the lamp ongrandfather's corner, as he had seen him countless times before.

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