Advertisements
Advertisements
प्रश्न
Answer the following question in 200-250 words:
What is the main theme of 'The Diary of a Young Girl'?
Advertisements
उत्तर
The horror of the war is indeed one of the major themes of the 'Diary of a Young Girl'. The diary is written with World War II at the backdrop. Due to the war, families like Franks and Van Daans have to suffer. At least they have been fortunate enough to make plans for hiding, there are other Jews that have been less fortunate. they have been terminated by the nazis or sent to concentration camps. Food, shelter, and clothing are tough to come by. Everybody lives in constant fear and danger: The Franks and Van Daans are perpetually scared of getting caught, the non-Jews to suffer due to a shortage of food and other amenities. The adults discuss their prospects after the war and Anne's diary documents every battle and landing during the Allies' progress against the Germans.
APPEARS IN
संबंधित प्रश्न
Notice these expressions in the text. Infer their meaning from the context.
-
blow-by-blow account
-
morale booster
-
relegated to
-
political acumen
-
de facto
-
astute
-
doctored accounts
-
gave vent to
An activity:
Speak fast, think faster ! Form groups of 4-6. Discuss each of the following topics. Then each person in the group should choose a topic and speak about it for one minute. Try to say as many sentences as you can in that time.
What may happen...
I may study... A bird may fly into the classroom. The Principal may call me... It may rain... A dog may chase a cat... A king may lose his kingdom... My friend may give me a storybook to read... Mother may make idlis today...’ etc.
Describe the following in one or two lines.
The nest.
Find out how the following game is played.
Table Tennis
What common qualities did the three brothers have?
Read the following incident carefully to answer the question that follow.
The tie that does not bind
“Oh, so you’re going abroad? Can you bring me back…..?” I’ve been asked to bring back a vaccine for a course. Once I searched the suburbs of Paris for two days for a special brand of ceramic paint. Having spent a lot of money for Cartier lighter refills, I had them confiscated at the airport just before boarding because the gas might be dangerous in the air.
Now, two months before a trip, I stop talking to people so they won’t suspect I’m about to travel. But someone always catches me.” I’ve heard you’re going to New York, and I want you to get something for me. It’s just a little thing you can find anywhere. I don’t know exactly how much it costs, but it shouldn’t be much. We’ll settle up when you get back”.
What Gilson asked me to buy was, in fact, a little thing: a tie. But not just any tie. He wanted a tie with a small embroidered G. Any colour would do, as long as it had his initials. Look, this is a special flight, I explained. We are only staying Saturday through Tuesday. On the day we arrived I didn’t have time to think about the tie, but strolling around on Sunday I did see ties bearing various letters in more than one shop window. They were cheap, just a dollar, but all the shops were closed.
On Monday, lunch lasted the whole afternoon. Then it was Tuesday morning, time to leave. It was only when I saw our airport bus waiting outside the hotel that I remembered the tie.
I told the group to go on. I would get a taxi to the airport. And so I went in search of a nearby shop where I had seen ties.
But I couldn’t find it. I walked further down the street-one, two, three blocks - all in vain. Back at the hotel, a bit anxious now, I took my suitcase, got a taxi and asked the driver to rush to the street where I had seen them.
The driver stopped at each shop we passed so I could look from the window. The stores had all sorts of ties, but not the kind I was looking for.
When I finally thought I had located the right shop, I decided to go in and check. The driver refused to wait. Parking was prohibited, he said. I promised to double the fare, jumped out and ran into the shop. Was I going to miss the plane just for a damned tie?
The salesman was unbearably slow. When I realized that the smallest change I had was a ten dollar note , I grabbed ten ties of different colours so I wouldn’t have to wait for change. I rushed out with the ties in a paper bag.
On the street I looked around. The taxi had vanished, taking my suitcase. What is more, I was going to miss the plane.
I ran to the corner, and hope flared up again: the taxi was waiting in the next street. Quick to the airport! As I settled down inside the taxi. I sighed with relief. Gilson was going to have enough initialized ties to last him a lifetime.
When I reached the airport, I paid the taxi driver the double fare and grabbed my suitcase. Panting, I boarded the plane under the reproachful gaze of the other passengers, all primly seated with their seat belts fastened. Ready to take off. Departure had been delayed because of me.
“At least I hope you found your tie”, said one who knew the story.
“I did”, I answered triumphantly.
After making myself comfortable, I reached for the paper bag to show the ties.
I had left it behind; in the taxi.
Fernando Sabino.
Read the incident again and answer the following question.
What was the writer always asked to do whenever he planned to go abroad?
Moles dig ______ to catch earth worms.
Fill in the blank with rhyming word.
tunnels- ______
Hundial is a______ pot.
Does the child in the poem like her nose? Why do you think so?
