Q1.(A) Answer the following questions given below in short:[2*5=10]
My grandmother and Iwere good friends. My parents left me with her when they went to live in the city and we were constantly together. She used to wake me up in the morning and get me ready for school. She said her morning prayer in a monotonous sing song while she bathed and dressed me in the hope that I would listen and get to know it by heart. I listened because I loved her voice but never bothered to learn it. Then she would fetch my wooden state which she had already washed and plastered with yellow chalk, a tiny earthen ink pot and a reed pen, tie them all in a bundle and hand it to me. After a breakfast of a thick, stale chapati with a little butter and sugar spread on it , we went to school. She carried several stale chapaties with her for the village dogs.
My grandmother always went to school with me because the was attached to the temple. The priest taught us the alphabet and the morning prayer.While the children sat in rows on either side of the verandah singing the alphabet or the prayer in a chorus, my grandmother sat inside reading the scriptures. When we had both finished, we would walk back together. This time the village dogs would meet us at the temple door. They followed us to our home growling and fighting with each other chapaties we threw to the . (THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY)
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
And of course,if the multitude is mad.
the individual carries his own grain of insanity around with him.
I doubt if any man living hands out a ten-pound note.
We quail, money makes us quail.
It has got us down, we grovel before it in strange terror.
And no wonder , for money has a fearful cruel power among men.
But it is money we are so terrified of ,
My grandmother and Iwere good friends. My parents left me with her when they went to live in the city and we were constantly together. She used to wake me up in the morning and get me ready for school. She said her morning prayer in a monotonous sing song while she bathed and dressed me in the hope that I would listen and get to know it by heart. I listened because I loved her voice but never bothered to learn it. Then she would fetch my wooden state which she had already washed and plastered with yellow chalk, a tiny earthen ink pot and a reed pen, tie them all in a bundle and hand it to me. After a breakfast of a thick, stale chapati with a little butter and sugar spread on it , we went to school. She carried several stale chapaties with her for the village dogs.
My grandmother always went to school with me because the was attached to the temple. The priest taught us the alphabet and the morning prayer.While the children sat in rows on either side of the verandah singing the alphabet or the prayer in a chorus, my grandmother sat inside reading the scriptures. When we had both finished, we would walk back together. This time the village dogs would meet us at the temple door. They followed us to our home growling and fighting with each other chapaties we threw to the . (THE PORTRAIT OF A LADY)
- what was the grandmother's routine in the village ?
- How did the grandmother take care of the writer during his childhood?
- what lessons did the writer learn from the village priest?
- How did grandmother spend her time at the temple ?
- Was she a reliogious person? How?
Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.
And of course,if the multitude is mad.
the individual carries his own grain of insanity around with him.
I doubt if any man living hands out a ten-pound note.
We quail, money makes us quail.
It has got us down, we grovel before it in strange terror.
And no wonder , for money has a fearful cruel power among men.
But it is money we are so terrified of ,
It is the collective money-madness of mankind.
For mankind says with one voice.How much is he worth?
Has he no money? Then let him eat dirt, and go cold-
And if I have no money, Then will give me a little bread so I do not die,
But they will make me eat dirt with it.
I shall have to eat dirt, I shall have to eat dirt
if I have no money.
It is that that I am frightened of.
And that fear can become a delirium.
It is fear of my money-mad fellow-men.
We must have some money.
to save us from eating dirt.
And this is all wrong.
Bread should be free.
Shelter should be free,
fire should be free
To all and anybody, all and anybody, all over the world.
We must regain our sanity about money
before we start killing one another about it.
it's one thing or the other.(MONEY MADNESS)
- How does a person feel when he parts with a pound of money?
- Are we really afraid of money or moneymad men?
- What do people say about a man's worth?
- What does it mean by "dirt"?
- Why should "bread",shelter and "fire"be free?
I am honoured to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told. This is the closest I've related stories ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life.
That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Read College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at both by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking"We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?"They said,'Of course."My biolgical mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But, I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working class parents saving were veing spent on my college tution. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going ro help me figure it out.And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out, I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in one the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends'rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5c deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example. Reed college at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because class to learn how to ho this, I learned about serif and sans serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture and I found it fascintaing.(STAY HUNGRY, STAY FOOLISH)
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It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends'rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5c deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example. Reed college at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because class to learn how to ho this, I learned about serif and sans serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture and I found it fascintaing.(STAY HUNGRY, STAY FOOLISH)
Questions
- What does jobs say about his mother?
- What does he say about his college life?
Q3. Read the following unseen passage and answer all the questions.
As we know the constitution of India is the longest written constitution in the world. It aims at safeguarding the human rights at any cost. The reason behind its longest volume is not too far to seek.
India is a country where so many religions prevail and where people of different sects, cults and communities live together. Even there are so many languages, different climate and landscape that unite the geography of the country. The pity is the political leaders of the time are not all educated. There are hooligans, mafias, gundas and charlatans. They exploit the nation at gun points individually. Rhus democracy in not felt in common. Criminals commit crime and the law is ilent. If they come back from jail, they repeat the same crime again. There are legislators, executives and judges, but they are politically victimised. for they fail to give fair justice. So Indian's fate is in God's hand.
- Where is India's fate?
- Who are politically victimised ?
- What do criminals do again?
- Why is India's constitution the longest one?
- What is the pity?
- prey,sadness,protecting
- make sentences using the following:
Q5. Write a passage putting in the facts given on table.
places names Temp in 24 hrs- celsius
max min
cuttack 31 21
bhubaneswar 26 8
dhenkanal 29 23
kendrapare 33 22
Q6. Match the meanings of the word cover with the sentences below:
- cover . N. protecting something out of weather.
- cover. v. to walk some miles daily.
- cover. N. something kept below something kept below some other things.
- cover. v. to keep hidden.
- cover.N. flyleaf sold in market.
- Go and buy some cover for the file.
- My book is not bare. It has a cover.
- No need to cover the truth.
- I daily cover 5km in the morning.
- There are letters inside the cover.
or
As a cultural secretary, give a notice for all +2 students to participate in an Odia debate competition on 22.12.2018 at Auditorium.
Q8.Prepare a note making in outline form on Q. No.03 above.
Q9. Using the notes you have prepared for Q.No.08, write a summary.
Q10. Write an essay:
(A) Your Home,(b) Women Empowerment, (c) Dowry problem.
Q11. Read the following passage and correct the grammatical errors.
Once upon a time there is a king. He went into the forest. The forest was densing. As he had no son, he made up his mind to make an meditation for twelve years. If he does, God would pleased to bless him a son. He returns home in queen's call and see a girl.
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