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प्रश्न
Narrate an experience in about 80-100 words with the following ending. Give a suitable title.
............ and hence I decided never to leave my home without a mask.
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उत्तर
Covid-19 pandemic
My friend Tushar, a very easy-going boy, was sometimes negligent about rules. Even though the coronavirus pandemic was subsiding, we were all told to be cautious and still continue to wear masks. But Tushar? He refused to do so. His Justification was that he had seen many people without masks, and they were still safe without contracting the virus. So, he too would do the same.
"Masks were so boring", he said, He tried to persuade us to do so too. We were swayed by what he said and were on the verge of following him when - wham! Tushar contracted the virus! It was a mild attack, but still, he suffered from headaches and had to remain at home for a long time. Not only that, he infected the others in his house too. His old grandmother suffered quite a bit before she recovered.
I learned a lesson from this. I would not be foolhardy like him. I would be wise, and hence I decided never to leave my home without a mask.
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Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of the mother: [you may begin with : My son never saw the skeleton in the cupboard ]
Yes, there was a skeleton in the cupboard, and although
I never saw it, I played a small part in the events that followed its discovery. I was fifteen that year, and I was back in my boarding school in Simla after spending the long winter holidays in Dehradun. My mother was still managing the old Green's hotel in Dehra - a hotel that was soon to disappear and become part of Dehra's unrecorded history. It was called Green's not because it purported to the spread of any greenery (its neglected garden was chocked with lantana), but because it had been started by an Englishman, Mr Green, back in 1920, just after the Great War had ended in Europe. Mr Green had died at the outset of the Second World War. He had just sold the hotel and was on his way back to England when the ship on which he was travelling was torpedoed by a German submarine. Mr Green went
down with the ship.
The hotel had already been in decline, and the new owner, a Sikh businessman from Ludhiana, had done his best to keep it going. But post-War and post-Independence, Dehra was going through a lean period. My stepfather's motor workshop was also going through a lean period - a crisis, in fact -- and my mother was glad to take the job of running the small hotel while he took a job in Delhi. She wrote to me about once a month, giving me news of the hotel, some of its more interesting guests, the pictures that were showing in town.
Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of Orlando:
[You may begin with : When Duke senior and his followers
were taking meal I rushed ...... ]
The Duke senior and his followers were sitting down to a
meal one day when Orlando rushed out from among the trees, his sword in his hand. 'Stop, and eat no more!' he cried. The Duke and his friends asked him what he wanted. 'Food,' said Orlando. 'I am almost dying of hunger. '
They asked him to sit down and eat, but he would not do so. He told them that his old servant was in the wood, dying of hunger. 'I will not eat a bite until he has been fed ', Orlando said.
So the good Duke and his followers helped him to bring
Adam to their hiding place, and Orlando and the old man were fed and taken care of. When the Duke learned that Orlando was a son of his old friend Sir Rowland de Boys, he welcomed him gladly to his forest court.
Orlando lived happily with the Duke and his friends, but he had not forgotten the lovely Rosalind. She was always in his thoughts and every day he wrote poetry about her, pinning it on the trees in the forest. 'These trees shall be my books,' he said, 'so that everyone who looks in the forest will be able to read how sweet and good Rosalind is.'
Rosalind and Celia found some of these poems pinned on
the trees. At first they were puzzled, wondering who could have written them; but one day Celia came in from a walk with the news that she had seen Orlando sleeping under a tree, and she and Rosalind guessed that he must be the poet.
Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of the boy :
[You may begin with : My mother hopes that I am preparing ... ]
''I hope you're preparing for your exams,'' she wrote back.
''After all, there's not much we can do about a skeleton that's been hidden a way for ten or fifteen years. Anyway, there were two newspapers in the cupboard. The Daily Chronicle, published from Delhi on January 18, 1930, is complete. That was four years before you were born. The main headline refers to the 'Bareilly Train Disaster' in which thirteen passengers were killed and nineteen seriously injured. There are also two pages of book reviews, including a review of 'The Glenlitten Murder' by E. Phillips Oppenheim. I think you have read some of his books. Books on the Riviera.
''The other book is about the spirit world, and the possibility of communicating with those who have passed from this material world. Perhaps we can summon up the spirit of the person who inhabited the skeleton? She could tell us how she met her end. Old Miss Kellner holds seances and table-rappings. But how would she summon up a spirit if she doesn't know who it was in the first place?
''The second newspaper - incomplete - is the Civil and
Military Gazette of March 2, 1930. This was published from Lahore, and as you know, Mr. Kipling worked on it a few years earlier. The front page is missing, but page 5 carries an ad for a film called 'The Awakening of Love' starring Vilma Banky. Vilma was a popular heroine when I was a girl. Nothing much else of interest except for a small item under the headline 'Elder Murder Sequel' : ''
Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of Daisy :
[You may begin with: I was happy ...... ]
The little daisy was as happy as if the day had been a great holiday, but it was only Monday. All the children were at school, and while they were sitting on the forms and learning their lessons, it sat on its thin green stalk and learnt from the sun and from its surroundings how kind God is, and it rejoiced that the song of the little lark expressed so sweetly and distinctly its own feelings. With a sort of reverence the daisy looked up to the bird that could fly and sing, but it did not feel envious. 'I can see and hear." it thought; the sun shines upon me, and the forest kisses me. How rich I am!''
In the garden close by grew many large and magnificent flowers, and, strange to say, the less fragrance they had the haughtier and prouder they were. The peonies puffed themselves up in order to be larger than the roses, but size is not everything! The tulips had the finest colours, and they knew it well, too, for they were standing bolt upright like candles, that one might see them the better. In their pride, they did not see the little daisy, which looked over to them and thought, ''How rich and beautiful they are! I am sure the pretty bird will fly down and call upon them. Thank God, that I stand so near and can at least see all the splendour. ''
Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of the Daisy, the flower:
[You may begin as: I was very happy ........... ]
How happy the daisy was! No one has the least idea. The bird kissed it with its beak, sang to it, and then rose again up to the blue sky. It was certainly more than a quarter of an hour before the daisy recovered its senses. Half ashamed, yet glad at heart, it. looked over to the other flowers in the garden; surely they had witnessed its pleasure and the honour that had been done to it; they understood its joy. But the tulips stood more stiffly than ever, their faces were pointed and red because they were vexed. The peonies were sulky; it was well that they could not speak, otherwise, they would have given the daisy a good lecture. The little flower could very well see that they were ill at ease, and pitied them sincerely.
Shortly after this, a girl came into the garden, with a large sharp knife. She went to the tulips and began cutting them off, one after another. "Ugh!" sighed the daisy, "that is terrible; now they are done for."
The girl carried the tulips away. The daisy was glad that it was outside, and only a small flower - it felt very grateful. At sunset, it folded its petals and fell asleep, and dreamt all night of the sun and the little bird.
Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of Oliver.
Narrate an experience in about 80-100 words begining with the follwing words:
It was Sunday and I was enjoying the latest movie in the theatre with my parents.........
Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of Tom.
[You may begin with: I crossed from the right to the centre and said that it was a queer place ...... ]
| Tom: | (crossing R.C.). This is a queer place. I wonder if there's anybody in the house. |
| George: | You've picked three empty houses already, and you let us sing the whole of While Shepherds Watched outside the last one before you found out your mistake. |
| Tom: | Well, that's better than what you did -you picked the house where they had that bulldog. |
| George: | (contemptuously) I wasn't afraid. of the bulldog. |
| Tom: | No, maybe you weren't; but I'm not sure that the savage beast hasn't tom off a bit of young Alfie's suit, and if he has there won't half be a row! (Alfie fidgets nervously at the mention of his damaged suit.) |
| Tom: | (down R.C.) How much money have we collected? |
| Ginger: | (crossing C. to George) Let's have a look under the light. (After counting coppers with the aid of George's torch.) Eightpence halfpenny. |
| Tom: | (in a tone of disgust) Only eightpence halfpenny - between four of us - after yelling our heads off all evening! Crikey! Money's a bit tight round these parts, isn't it? |
| George: | I told you it was too early for carol-singing. It's too soon after Guy Fawkes' day. (Faint distant scream off R.) |
| Tom: | (startled) What was that? |
| George: | What was what? |
| Tom: | That noise - it sounded like a scream. |
| George: | Nonsense. |
| Alfie: | (L.) Let's go home. |
Comment on the loving pair of Lysander and Helena from the point of view of developing their character sketch.
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