Nothing gives me a greater delight than an occasional visit to the national museum. A visit to the museum is an education in itself. When I have leisure, I make a pint of visiting it, for here one can never get bored.

What a delightful time I had last Sunday! What a world-the old and the new-opened out before me! I seemed to wander in the distant past, without at the same time losing touch with the present.

First, I was attracted by old Buddhist statues in different poses. The Buddha in meditation –so was one statue called – charmed me beyond measure. A kind of divine light seemed to float round the head of the holy saint. I saw some of the finest specimens of sculpture, dug up from the mounds of earth at Taxila.

Specimens of Ashoka’s pillars were also there. I had never before realized the greatness of his the saintly king- the father of the people, in fact- but when I had a look at the pillars, I felt how great and glorious he was.

a picture of the Rajput glory and chivalry seemed to float before my eyes when I had a look at shields, daggers, swords, weapons, ornaments, and arm ours that were worn the Rajput warriors and women.

I could catch a beautiful glimpse of our ancient heritage and civilization from the various articles that had been dug out of the mounds at Harappa and Mohen-jo- Daro. There was a beautiful embroidered coat of cotton cloth which showed that our ancestors, about 6000 years ago, knew the art of making cloth.

to mention only a few things, I also saw the beautiful pottery of Gwalior., the lovely papier Mache work of Kashmir, the graceful brass vases of Jaipur, inlaid with black and red enamel, the delicate ivory work of Delhi, and the beautiful brass-work of Varanasi, besides a beautiful model of an aeroplane and of an anti-aircraft gun made by a student of the national polytechnic institute, Mumbai.

The museum provides instruction with amusement. Here one gets valuable information without being bored. Here one reads ``without fears’’.