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| (1) | Every morning Ravi gives his brain an extra boost. We're not talking about drinking strong cups of coffee or playing one of those mind-training video games advertised all over Facebook. "I jump onto my stationary bike and cycle for 45 minutes to work," says Ravi. "When I go to my desk, my brain is at peak activity for a few hours." After his mental focus comes to a halt later in the day, he starts it with another short spell of cycling to be able to run errands. |
| (2) | Ride, work, ride, repeat. It's a scientifically proven system that describes some unexpected benefits of cycling. In a recent study in the Journal of Clinical and Diagnostic Research, scientists found that people scored higher on tests of memory, reasoning, and planning after 30 minutes of spinning on a stationary bike than they did before they rode the bike. They also completed the tests faster after pedalling. |
| (3) | Exercise is like fertilizer for your brain. All those hours, spent on exercising your muscles, create rich capillary beds not only in leg and hip muscles, but also in your brain. More blood vessels in your brain and muscles mean more oxygen and nutrients to help them work. When you pedal, you also force more nerve cells to fire. The result : you double or triple the production of these cells - literally building your brain. You also release neurotransmitters (the messengers between your brain cells) so all those cells, new and old, can communicate with each other for better, faster functioning. That's a pretty profound benefit to cyclists. |
| (4) | This kind of growth is especially important with each passing birthday, because as we age, our brains shrink and those connections weaken. Exercise restores and protects the brain cells. Neuroscientists say, 'Adults who exercise display sharper memory skills, higher concentration levels, more fluid thinking, and greater problem-solving ability than those who are sedentary." |
| (5) | Cycling also elevates your mood, relieves anxiety, increases stress resistance, and even banishes the blues. "Exercise works in the same way as psychotherapy and antidepressants in the treatment of depression, maybe better," says Dr. Manjari. A recent study analyzing 26 years of research finds that even some exercise - as little as 20 to 30 minutes a day - can prevent depression over the long term. |
| (6) | Remember : although it's healthy, exercise itself is a stress, especially when you're just getting started or getting back into riding. When you first begin to exert yourself, your body releases a particular hormone to raise your heart rate, blood pressure, and blood glucose levels, says Meher Ahluwalia, PhD, a professor of integrative physiology. As you get fitter, it takes a longer, harder ride to trigger that same response. |
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| Keshav and Yash lived in neighbouring villages. Once, a fair was held nearby and they set off from their homes hoping to do some business there Keshav filled his sack with cheap cotton, overlaid it with a layer of fine wool, and set off for the fair. Meanwhile, Yash collected some old clothes, put a layer of sheer cotton on top and made his way to the fair. Each stopped to rest under a tree and got to talking. “I have the finest wool in my sack,” boasted Keshav. Not to be outdone. Yash said, “I have cotton of the most superior quality. The two struck a deal. They would exchange their goods and since wool was more expensive, Yash would pay Keshav an extra rupee. But Yash had no money on him. So after agreeing to pay Keshav later, they went home, laughing at each other's folly. It did not take them long to discover that they had been duped. The next day, Keshav landed at Yash's house, “You cheat! Give me my rupee at least.” Yash was untroubled by Keshav's words, “Of course. But first, help me find the treasure at the bottom of this well. We can divide it.” So Keshav went into the well. But each time Yash, hauled up the bucket Keshav had filled, he said, “Oh! No treasure here. Try again.” Keshav soon realised he was being used as free labour to clean the well. So he gave a loud shout, “Here is the treasure! Watch out it's heavy !” Yash was amazed that there actually was treasure in the well. As soon as he pulled up the bucket he threw away the rope so that Keshav could not come up. But, what did he find in the bucket? Keshav covered in mud! They began fighting again. Soon it got too dark to continue and they left for their homes. But Keshav did not give up easily. He arrived at Yash's house a few days later. Yash spotted him and told his wife, “I will pretend to be dead. Keshav will have to give up.” But when Keshav heard Yash's wife wailing, he rushed out to gather the villagers. “My friend has died. Let's take his body for cremation.” Yash's wife got scared, “Go away. I shall arrange for cremation myself !” But the villagers thought she was too grief-stricken. Once they reached the cremation ground, Keshav told the villagers, “It is getting dark. I shall watch over him during the night.” When the villagers had left, Keshav said to Yash, “Stop pretending. Give me my money !” Now, a gang of thieves came upon them and seeing one figure seated on the funeral pyre and another standing next to him talking, they assumed them to be ghosts and dropped their bag of stolen goods and left at top speed. The two, saw the bag full of gold and silver ornaments and divided it between themselves. Keshav made sure he got an extra gold coin and the account was settled at last! |
What were Keshav and Yash quarrelling about?
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| Sadao had taken this into his mind as he did everything his father said, his father who never joked or played with him but who spent infinite pains upon him who was his only son. Sadao knew that his education was his father's chief concern. For this reason, he had been sent at twenty-two to America to learn all that could be learned of surgery and medicine. He had come back at thirty, and before his father died he had seen Sadao become famous not only as a surgeon but as a scientist. Because he was perfecting a discovery which would render wounds entirely clean, he had not been sent abroad with the troops. Also, he knew, there was some slight danger that the old General might need an operation for a condition for which he was now being treated medically, and for this possibility, Sadao was being kept in Japan. |
What was the prime concern of Sadao's father?
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| Keshav and Yash lived in neighbouring villages. Once, a fair was held nearby and they set off from their homes hoping to do some business there Keshav filled his sack with cheap cotton, overlaid it with a layer of fine wool, and set off for the fair. Meanwhile, Yash collected some old clothes, put a layer of sheer cotton on top and made his way to the fair. Each stopped to rest under a tree and got to talking. “I have the finest wool in my sack,” boasted Keshav. Not to be outdone. Yash said, “I have cotton of the most superior quality. The two struck a deal. They would exchange their goods and since wool was more expensive, Yash would pay Keshav an extra rupee. But Yash had no money on him. So after agreeing to pay Keshav later, they went home, laughing at each other's folly. It did not take them long to discover that they had been duped. The next day, Keshav landed at Yash's house, “You cheat! Give me my rupee at least.” Yash was untroubled by Keshav's words, “Of course. But first, help me find the treasure at the bottom of this well. We can divide it.” So Keshav went into the well. But each time Yash, hauled up the bucket Keshav had filled, he said, “Oh! No treasure here. Try again.” Keshav soon realised he was being used as free labour to clean the well. So he gave a loud shout, “Here is the treasure! Watch out it's heavy !” Yash was amazed that there actually was treasure in the well. As soon as he pulled up the bucket he threw away the rope so that Keshav could not come up. But, what did he find in the bucket? Keshav covered in mud! They began fighting again. Soon it got too dark to continue and they left for their homes. But Keshav did not give up easily. He arrived at Yash's house a few days later. Yash spotted him and told his wife, “I will pretend to be dead. Keshav will have to give up.” But when Keshav heard Yash's wife wailing, he rushed out to gather the villagers. “My friend has died. Let's take his body for cremation.” Yash's wife got scared, “Go away. I shall arrange for cremation myself !” But the villagers thought she was too grief-stricken. Once they reached the cremation ground, Keshav told the villagers, “It is getting dark. I shall watch over him during the night.” When the villagers had left, Keshav said to Yash, “Stop pretending. Give me my money !” Now, a gang of thieves came upon them and seeing one figure seated on the funeral pyre and another standing next to him talking, they assumed them to be ghosts and dropped their bag of stolen goods and left at top speed. The two, saw the bag full of gold and silver ornaments and divided it between themselves. Keshav made sure he got an extra gold coin and the account was settled at last! |
Why were the two men happy despite not going to the fair?
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| Keshav and Yash lived in neighbouring villages. Once, a fair was held nearby and they set off from their homes hoping to do some business there Keshav filled his sack with cheap cotton, overlaid it with a layer of fine wool, and set off for the fair. Meanwhile, Yash collected some old clothes, put a layer of sheer cotton on top and made his way to the fair. Each stopped to rest under a tree and got to talking. “I have the finest wool in my sack,” boasted Keshav. Not to be outdone. Yash said, “I have cotton of the most superior quality. The two struck a deal. They would exchange their goods and since wool was more expensive, Yash would pay Keshav an extra rupee. But Yash had no money on him. So after agreeing to pay Keshav later, they went home, laughing at each other's folly. It did not take them long to discover that they had been duped. The next day, Keshav landed at Yash's house, “You cheat! Give me my rupee at least.” Yash was untroubled by Keshav's words, “Of course. But first, help me find the treasure at the bottom of this well. We can divide it.” So Keshav went into the well. But each time Yash, hauled up the bucket Keshav had filled, he said, “Oh! No treasure here. Try again.” Keshav soon realised he was being used as free labour to clean the well. So he gave a loud shout, “Here is the treasure! Watch out it's heavy !” Yash was amazed that there actually was treasure in the well. As soon as he pulled up the bucket he threw away the rope so that Keshav could not come up. But, what did he find in the bucket? Keshav covered in mud! They began fighting again. Soon it got too dark to continue and they left for their homes. But Keshav did not give up easily. He arrived at Yash's house a few days later. Yash spotted him and told his wife, “I will pretend to be dead. Keshav will have to give up.” But when Keshav heard Yash's wife wailing, he rushed out to gather the villagers. “My friend has died. Let's take his body for cremation.” Yash's wife got scared, “Go away. I shall arrange for cremation myself !” But the villagers thought she was too grief-stricken. Once they reached the cremation ground, Keshav told the villagers, “It is getting dark. I shall watch over him during the night.” When the villagers had left, Keshav said to Yash, “Stop pretending. Give me my money !” Now, a gang of thieves came upon them and seeing one figure seated on the funeral pyre and another standing next to him talking, they assumed them to be ghosts and dropped their bag of stolen goods and left at top speed. The two, saw the bag full of gold and silver ornaments and divided it between themselves. Keshav made sure he got an extra gold coin and the account was settled at last! |
Why did Yash request Keshav to go down into the well?
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| Keshav and Yash lived in neighbouring villages. Once, a fair was held nearby and they set off from their homes hoping to do some business there Keshav filled his sack with cheap cotton, overlaid it with a layer of fine wool, and set off for the fair. Meanwhile, Yash collected some old clothes, put a layer of sheer cotton on top and made his way to the fair. Each stopped to rest under a tree and got to talking. “I have the finest wool in my sack,” boasted Keshav. Not to be outdone. Yash said, “I have cotton of the most superior quality. The two struck a deal. They would exchange their goods and since wool was more expensive, Yash would pay Keshav an extra rupee. But Yash had no money on him. So after agreeing to pay Keshav later, they went home, laughing at each other's folly. It did not take them long to discover that they had been duped. The next day, Keshav landed at Yash's house, “You cheat! Give me my rupee at least.” Yash was untroubled by Keshav's words, “Of course. But first, help me find the treasure at the bottom of this well. We can divide it.” So Keshav went into the well. But each time Yash, hauled up the bucket Keshav had filled, he said, “Oh! No treasure here. Try again.” Keshav soon realised he was being used as free labour to clean the well. So he gave a loud shout, “Here is the treasure! Watch out it's heavy !” Yash was amazed that there actually was treasure in the well. As soon as he pulled up the bucket he threw away the rope so that Keshav could not come up. But, what did he find in the bucket? Keshav covered in mud! They began fighting again. Soon it got too dark to continue and they left for their homes. But Keshav did not give up easily. He arrived at Yash's house a few days later. Yash spotted him and told his wife, “I will pretend to be dead. Keshav will have to give up.” But when Keshav heard Yash's wife wailing, he rushed out to gather the villagers. “My friend has died. Let's take his body for cremation.” Yash's wife got scared, “Go away. I shall arrange for cremation myself !” But the villagers thought she was too grief-stricken. Once they reached the cremation ground, Keshav told the villagers, “It is getting dark. I shall watch over him during the night.” When the villagers had left, Keshav said to Yash, “Stop pretending. Give me my money !” Now, a gang of thieves came upon them and seeing one figure seated on the funeral pyre and another standing next to him talking, they assumed them to be ghosts and dropped their bag of stolen goods and left at top speed. The two, saw the bag full of gold and silver ornaments and divided it between themselves. Keshav made sure he got an extra gold coin and the account was settled at last! |
What frightened the thieves?
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| Keshav and Yash lived in neighbouring villages. Once, a fair was held nearby and they set off from their homes hoping to do some business there Keshav filled his sack with cheap cotton, overlaid it with a layer of fine wool, and set off for the fair. Meanwhile, Yash collected some old clothes, put a layer of sheer cotton on top and made his way to the fair. Each stopped to rest under a tree and got to talking. “I have the finest wool in my sack,” boasted Keshav. Not to be outdone. Yash said, “I have cotton of the most superior quality. The two struck a deal. They would exchange their goods and since wool was more expensive, Yash would pay Keshav an extra rupee. But Yash had no money on him. So after agreeing to pay Keshav later, they went home, laughing at each other's folly. It did not take them long to discover that they had been duped. The next day, Keshav landed at Yash's house, “You cheat! Give me my rupee at least.” Yash was untroubled by Keshav's words, “Of course. But first, help me find the treasure at the bottom of this well. We can divide it.” So Keshav went into the well. But each time Yash, hauled up the bucket Keshav had filled, he said, “Oh! No treasure here. Try again.” Keshav soon realised he was being used as free labour to clean the well. So he gave a loud shout, “Here is the treasure! Watch out it's heavy !” Yash was amazed that there actually was treasure in the well. As soon as he pulled up the bucket he threw away the rope so that Keshav could not come up. But, what did he find in the bucket? Keshav covered in mud! They began fighting again. Soon it got too dark to continue and they left for their homes. But Keshav did not give up easily. He arrived at Yash's house a few days later. Yash spotted him and told his wife, “I will pretend to be dead. Keshav will have to give up.” But when Keshav heard Yash's wife wailing, he rushed out to gather the villagers. “My friend has died. Let's take his body for cremation.” Yash's wife got scared, “Go away. I shall arrange for cremation myself !” But the villagers thought she was too grief-stricken. Once they reached the cremation ground, Keshav told the villagers, “It is getting dark. I shall watch over him during the night.” When the villagers had left, Keshav said to Yash, “Stop pretending. Give me my money !” Now, a gang of thieves came upon them and seeing one figure seated on the funeral pyre and another standing next to him talking, they assumed them to be ghosts and dropped their bag of stolen goods and left at top speed. The two, saw the bag full of gold and silver ornaments and divided it between themselves. Keshav made sure he got an extra gold coin and the account was settled at last! |
Which of the following is NOT TRUE in the con- text of the passage?
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| There once lived a shrewd shopkeeper named Makarand. He had a friend, Mihir, who had saved a lot of money. Now, Mihir was keen to go on a pilgrimage, but did not know whom to trust with his precious savings. So he came to Makarand's shop and said, “Friend, please look after my life's savings till I return. “Makarand pretended to think seriously and said, “No. Money spoils relationships. What if something happens to it when you are not here? You will no longer be my friend.” As Mihir stood there thinking about this, an old woman entered the shop and bought some things. One of the shop boys gave her less change than he should have, Makarand saw this and pretended to scold the boy, ordering him to return the remaining money to the woman. Mihir, unaware this was an act to make him believe in Makarand's honesty, said, “I have decided. I will leave the money only with you.” Makarand smiled. “Let's take the bag of coins and bury it in a place that only you and I know of. So, even if something happens to me when you are gone, you will know where your money is.” Mihir thought ft this was a good idea and the two went and hid the bag in a secret place. Mihir left the next day on his pilgrimage, happy his savings were in safe hands. Six months later, he returned, dumped his luggage at home and went to recover his money, Although he searched high and low, there was no sign of the bag. In panic, he ran to Makarand, who was busy at his shop. when Mihir asked him about the bag, Makarand pretended to be surprised. “But I haven't been that way in all these months. Why don't 'you search for it again?” he said, putting on his most innocent look. Mihir had no choice and sadly he made his way home. On the way, he met the old woman he had seen in Makarand's shop. At the sight of his sad face, she asked him what the matter was. Mihir told her the whole story. Then she smiled and whispered a plan to him. The next day, the woman came to Makarand's shop, carrying a big box, “I heard you are a good and honest man. My son went on pilgrimage many months ago and has still not returned. I am worried and have decided to go look for him. Will you look after my box of two hundred gold coins while I am away?” Makarand could not believe his luck. He was about to become rich at the expense of the old woman. He was about to launch into his idea about hiding the box, when an angry Mihir entered the shop. “Where is .......” But before he could complete his sentence. Makarand, afraid of being accused in front of the old woman, said quickly. “I forgot.” I had seen some pigs digging around there and had removed your bag to keep it safe. And he handed Mihir the bag he had stolen many months ago. Now the old woman pretended she was seeing Mihir for the first time. “Son, did you also go on a pilgrimage? Tell me, did you meet my son anywhere ?” Mihir, clutching his precious bag, replied, “Yes, Aunty, I met him on his way home. He should be here in a week. Hearing this the old woman took her box away from Makarand. “Thank you, you have saved me an unnecessary trip. Now I will use the money to prepare for my son's welcome!” And the two departed, leaving Makarand staring openmouthed. |
Why did Mihir approach Makarand to keep his savings while he went on a pilgrimage?
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| Sadao had taken this into his mind as he did everything his father said, his father who never joked or played with him but who spent infinite pains upon him who was his only son. Sadao knew that his education was his father's chief concern. For this reason, he had been sent at twenty-two to America to learn all that could be learned of surgery and medicine. He had come back at thirty, and before his father died he had seen Sadao become famous not only as a surgeon but as a scientist. Because he was perfecting a discovery which would render wounds entirely clean, he had not been sent abroad with the troops. Also, he knew, there was some slight danger that the old General might need an operation for a condition for which he was now being treated medically, and for this possibility, Sadao was being kept in Japan. |
Which of the following sentence is not true in context to the passage?
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| Sadao had taken this into his mind as he did everything his father said, his father who never joked or played with him but who spent infinite pains upon him who was his only son. Sadao knew that his education was his father's chief concern. For this reason, he had been sent at twenty-two to America to learn all that could be learned of surgery and medicine. He had come back at thirty, and before his father died he had seen Sadao become famous not only as a surgeon but as a scientist. Because he was perfecting a discovery which would render wounds entirely clean, he had not been sent abroad with the troops. Also, he knew, there was some slight danger that the old General might need an operation for a condition for which he was now being treated medically, and for this possibility, Sadao was being kept in Japan. |
Why was Sadao not been sent abroad with the troops?
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| Sadao had taken this into his mind as he did everything his father said, his father who never joked or played with him but who spent infinite pains upon him who was his only son. Sadao knew that his education was his father's chief concern. For this reason, he had been sent at twenty-two to America to learn all that could be learned of surgery and medicine. He had come back at thirty, and before his father died he had seen Sadao become famous not only as a surgeon but as a scientist. Because he was perfecting a discovery which would render wounds entirely clean, he had not been sent abroad with the troops. Also, he knew, there was some slight danger that the old General might need an operation for a condition for which he was now being treated medically, and for this possibility, Sadao was being kept in Japan. |
Why was Sadao being kept in Japan?
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| There once lived a shrewd shopkeeper named Makarand. He had a friend, Mihir, who had saved a lot of money. Now, Mihir was keen to go on a pilgrimage, but did not know whom to trust with his precious savings. So he came to Makarand's shop and said, “Friend, please look after my life's savings till I return. “Makarand pretended to think seriously and said, “No. Money spoils relationships. What if something happens to it when you are not here? You will no longer be my friend.” As Mihir stood there thinking about this, an old woman entered the shop and bought some things. One of the shop boys gave her less change than he should have, Makarand saw this and pretended to scold the boy, ordering him to return the remaining money to the woman. Mihir, unaware this was an act to make him believe in Makarand's honesty, said, “I have decided. I will leave the money only with you.” Makarand smiled. “Let's take the bag of coins and bury it in a place that only you and I know of. So, even if something happens to me when you are gone, you will know where your money is.” Mihir thought ft this was a good idea and the two went and hid the bag in a secret place. Mihir left the next day on his pilgrimage, happy his savings were in safe hands. Six months later, he returned, dumped his luggage at home and went to recover his money, Although he searched high and low, there was no sign of the bag. In panic, he ran to Makarand, who was busy at his shop. when Mihir asked him about the bag, Makarand pretended to be surprised. “But I haven't been that way in all these months. Why don't 'you search for it again?” he said, putting on his most innocent look. Mihir had no choice and sadly he made his way home. On the way, he met the old woman he had seen in Makarand's shop. At the sight of his sad face, she asked him what the matter was. Mihir told her the whole story. Then she smiled and whispered a plan to him. The next day, the woman came to Makarand's shop, carrying a big box, “I heard you are a good and honest man. My son went on pilgrimage many months ago and has still not returned. I am worried and have decided to go look for him. Will you look after my box of two hundred gold coins while I am away?” Makarand could not believe his luck. He was about to become rich at the expense of the old woman. He was about to launch into his idea about hiding the box, when an angry Mihir entered the shop. “Where is .......” But before he could complete his sentence. Makarand, afraid of being accused in front of the old woman, said quickly. “I forgot.” I had seen some pigs digging around there and had removed your bag to keep it safe. And he handed Mihir the bag he had stolen many months ago. Now the old woman pretended she was seeing Mihir for the first time. “Son, did you also go on a pilgrimage? Tell me, did you meet my son anywhere ?” Mihir, clutching his precious bag, replied, “Yes, Aunty, I met him on his way home. He should be here in a week. Hearing this the old woman took her box away from Makarand. “Thank you, you have saved me an unnecessary trip. Now I will use the money to prepare for my son's welcome!” And the two departed, leaving Makarand staring openmouthed. |
Why did Makarand scold his shop assistant for not refunding the correct balance?
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| Since its invention a little over 130 years ago, the interview has become a commonplace of journalism. Today, almost everybody who is literate will have read an interview at some point in their lives, while from the other point of view, several thousand celebrities have been interviewed over the years, some of them repeatedly. So it is hardly surprising that opinions of the interview — of its functions, methods and merits — vary considerably. |
The interview is regarded as:
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| There once lived a shrewd shopkeeper named Makarand. He had a friend, Mihir, who had saved a lot of money. Now, Mihir was keen to go on a pilgrimage, but did not know whom to trust with his precious savings. So he came to Makarand's shop and said, “Friend, please look after my life's savings till I return. “Makarand pretended to think seriously and said, “No. Money spoils relationships. What if something happens to it when you are not here? You will no longer be my friend.” As Mihir stood there thinking about this, an old woman entered the shop and bought some things. One of the shop boys gave her less change than he should have, Makarand saw this and pretended to scold the boy, ordering him to return the remaining money to the woman. Mihir, unaware this was an act to make him believe in Makarand's honesty, said, “I have decided. I will leave the money only with you.” Makarand smiled. “Let's take the bag of coins and bury it in a place that only you and I know of. So, even if something happens to me when you are gone, you will know where your money is.” Mihir thought ft this was a good idea and the two went and hid the bag in a secret place. Mihir left the next day on his pilgrimage, happy his savings were in safe hands. Six months later, he returned, dumped his luggage at home and went to recover his money, Although he searched high and low, there was no sign of the bag. In panic, he ran to Makarand, who was busy at his shop. when Mihir asked him about the bag, Makarand pretended to be surprised. “But I haven't been that way in all these months. Why don't 'you search for it again?” he said, putting on his most innocent look. Mihir had no choice and sadly he made his way home. On the way, he met the old woman he had seen in Makarand's shop. At the sight of his sad face, she asked him what the matter was. Mihir told her the whole story. Then she smiled and whispered a plan to him. The next day, the woman came to Makarand's shop, carrying a big box, “I heard you are a good and honest man. My son went on pilgrimage many months ago and has still not returned. I am worried and have decided to go look for him. Will you look after my box of two hundred gold coins while I am away?” Makarand could not believe his luck. He was about to become rich at the expense of the old woman. He was about to launch into his idea about hiding the box, when an angry Mihir entered the shop. “Where is .......” But before he could complete his sentence. Makarand, afraid of being accused in front of the old woman, said quickly. “I forgot.” I had seen some pigs digging around there and had removed your bag to keep it safe. And he handed Mihir the bag he had stolen many months ago. Now the old woman pretended she was seeing Mihir for the first time. “Son, did you also go on a pilgrimage? Tell me, did you meet my son anywhere ?” Mihir, clutching his precious bag, replied, “Yes, Aunty, I met him on his way home. He should be here in a week. Hearing this the old woman took her box away from Makarand. “Thank you, you have saved me an unnecessary trip. Now I will use the money to prepare for my son's welcome!” And the two departed, leaving Makarand staring openmouthed. |
Why did Mihir and the old woman hatch a plot?
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| There once lived a shrewd shopkeeper named Makarand. He had a friend, Mihir, who had saved a lot of money. Now, Mihir was keen to go on a pilgrimage, but did not know whom to trust with his precious savings. So he came to Makarand's shop and said, “Friend, please look after my life's savings till I return. “Makarand pretended to think seriously and said, “No. Money spoils relationships. What if something happens to it when you are not here? You will no longer be my friend.” As Mihir stood there thinking about this, an old woman entered the shop and bought some things. One of the shop boys gave her less change than he should have, Makarand saw this and pretended to scold the boy, ordering him to return the remaining money to the woman. Mihir, unaware this was an act to make him believe in Makarand's honesty, said, “I have decided. I will leave the money only with you.” Makarand smiled. “Let's take the bag of coins and bury it in a place that only you and I know of. So, even if something happens to me when you are gone, you will know where your money is.” Mihir thought ft this was a good idea and the two went and hid the bag in a secret place. Mihir left the next day on his pilgrimage, happy his savings were in safe hands. Six months later, he returned, dumped his luggage at home and went to recover his money, Although he searched high and low, there was no sign of the bag. In panic, he ran to Makarand, who was busy at his shop. when Mihir asked him about the bag, Makarand pretended to be surprised. “But I haven't been that way in all these months. Why don't 'you search for it again?” he said, putting on his most innocent look. Mihir had no choice and sadly he made his way home. On the way, he met the old woman he had seen in Makarand's shop. At the sight of his sad face, she asked him what the matter was. Mihir told her the whole story. Then she smiled and whispered a plan to him. The next day, the woman came to Makarand's shop, carrying a big box, “I heard you are a good and honest man. My son went on pilgrimage many months ago and has still not returned. I am worried and have decided to go look for him. Will you look after my box of two hundred gold coins while I am away?” Makarand could not believe his luck. He was about to become rich at the expense of the old woman. He was about to launch into his idea about hiding the box, when an angry Mihir entered the shop. “Where is .......” But before he could complete his sentence. Makarand, afraid of being accused in front of the old woman, said quickly. “I forgot.” I had seen some pigs digging around there and had removed your bag to keep it safe. And he handed Mihir the bag he had stolen many months ago. Now the old woman pretended she was seeing Mihir for the first time. “Son, did you also go on a pilgrimage? Tell me, did you meet my son anywhere ?” Mihir, clutching his precious bag, replied, “Yes, Aunty, I met him on his way home. He should be here in a week. Hearing this the old woman took her box away from Makarand. “Thank you, you have saved me an unnecessary trip. Now I will use the money to prepare for my son's welcome!” And the two departed, leaving Makarand staring openmouthed. |
Why did Makarand remove Mihir's money from its original hiding place?
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| Since its invention a little over 130 years ago, the interview has become a commonplace of journalism. Today, almost everybody who is literate will have read an interview at some point in their lives, while from the other point of view, several thousand celebrities have been interviewed over the years, some of them repeatedly. So it is hardly surprising that opinions of the interview — of its functions, methods and merits — vary considerably. |
Although thousands of celebrities have been interviewed over the years, but some of them have been interviewed ______.
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| There once lived a shrewd shopkeeper named Makarand. He had a friend, Mihir, who had saved a lot of money. Now, Mihir was keen to go on a pilgrimage, but did not know whom to trust with his precious savings. So he came to Makarand's shop and said, “Friend, please look after my life's savings till I return. “Makarand pretended to think seriously and said, “No. Money spoils relationships. What if something happens to it when you are not here? You will no longer be my friend.” As Mihir stood there thinking about this, an old woman entered the shop and bought some things. One of the shop boys gave her less change than he should have, Makarand saw this and pretended to scold the boy, ordering him to return the remaining money to the woman. Mihir, unaware this was an act to make him believe in Makarand's honesty, said, “I have decided. I will leave the money only with you.” Makarand smiled. “Let's take the bag of coins and bury it in a place that only you and I know of. So, even if something happens to me when you are gone, you will know where your money is.” Mihir thought ft this was a good idea and the two went and hid the bag in a secret place. Mihir left the next day on his pilgrimage, happy his savings were in safe hands. Six months later, he returned, dumped his luggage at home and went to recover his money, Although he searched high and low, there was no sign of the bag. In panic, he ran to Makarand, who was busy at his shop. when Mihir asked him about the bag, Makarand pretended to be surprised. “But I haven't been that way in all these months. Why don't 'you search for it again?” he said, putting on his most innocent look. Mihir had no choice and sadly he made his way home. On the way, he met the old woman he had seen in Makarand's shop. At the sight of his sad face, she asked him what the matter was. Mihir told her the whole story. Then she smiled and whispered a plan to him. The next day, the woman came to Makarand's shop, carrying a big box, “I heard you are a good and honest man. My son went on pilgrimage many months ago and has still not returned. I am worried and have decided to go look for him. Will you look after my box of two hundred gold coins while I am away?” Makarand could not believe his luck. He was about to become rich at the expense of the old woman. He was about to launch into his idea about hiding the box, when an angry Mihir entered the shop. “Where is .......” But before he could complete his sentence. Makarand, afraid of being accused in front of the old woman, said quickly. “I forgot.” I had seen some pigs digging around there and had removed your bag to keep it safe. And he handed Mihir the bag he had stolen many months ago. Now the old woman pretended she was seeing Mihir for the first time. “Son, did you also go on a pilgrimage? Tell me, did you meet my son anywhere ?” Mihir, clutching his precious bag, replied, “Yes, Aunty, I met him on his way home. He should be here in a week. Hearing this the old woman took her box away from Makarand. “Thank you, you have saved me an unnecessary trip. Now I will use the money to prepare for my son's welcome!” And the two departed, leaving Makarand staring openmouthed. |
Why did Makarand interrupt Mihir when he came to claim his money the second time?
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| Rudyard Kipling expressed an even more condemnatory attitude towards the interviewer. His wife, Caroline, writes in her diary for 14 October 1892 that their day was 'wrecked by two reporters from Boston'. She reports her husband as saying to the reporters, ''Why do I refuse to be interviewed? Because it is immoral! It is a crime, just as much of a crime as an offence against my person, as an assault, and just as much merits punishment. It is cowardly and vile. No respectable man would ask it, much less give it," Yet Kipling had Wmself perpetrated such an 'assault' on Mark Twain only a few years before. H. G. Wells in an interview in 1894 referred to 'the interviewing ordeal', but was a fairly frequent interviewee and forty years later found himself interviewing Joseph Stalin. Saul Bellow, who has consented to be interviewed on several occasions, nevertheless once described interviews as being like thumbprints on his windpipe. |
Read the line in the passage: 'His wife, Caroline, writes in her diary for ...' What is the meaning of the phrase: 'wrecked by two reporters'.
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| Rudyard Kipling expressed an even more condemnatory attitude towards the interviewer. His wife, Caroline, writes in her diary for 14 October 1892 that their day was 'wrecked by two reporters from Boston'. She reports her husband as saying to the reporters, ''Why do I refuse to be interviewed? Because it is immoral! It is a crime, just as much of a crime as an offence against my person, as an assault, and just as much merits punishment. It is cowardly and vile. No respectable man would ask it, much less give it," Yet Kipling had Wmself perpetrated such an 'assault' on Mark Twain only a few years before. H. G. Wells in an interview in 1894 referred to 'the interviewing ordeal', but was a fairly frequent interviewee and forty years later found himself interviewing Joseph Stalin. Saul Bellow, who has consented to be interviewed on several occasions, nevertheless once described interviews as being like thumbprints on his windpipe. |
According to the passage, what was Rudyard Kipling's outlook towards 'interview'?
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| There was once a jackal that lived in a forest by the village along with all the other animals. Now, this particular jackal was adventurous and often strayed into the village in search of cooked food. It was not a particularly easy thing to do as he knew that the villagers would capture him if he were caught. Besides, the village was full of dogs and the jackal was afraid of them. They were sure to kill him or hurt him badly if they ever managed to catch him. But the lure of food proved too strong for him and so the jackal used to visit the village frequently. One day, just as he was about to enter a big house he heard the sound of barking. To his horror, he saw a group of dogs running towards the house. They looked fierce and the jackal was soon trembling with fear. He ran haphazardly and tumbled right in-side a tub of blue dye. The dogs didn't see him and ran the other way. By the time the jackal climbed out of the tub he was dyed blue from head to foot. He looked strange and totally unlike any other animal. The jackal was very happy. “No one will be able to recognize me now,” he said to himself, “I can easily fool everyone in the forest.” When he entered the forest once again everyone was surprised to see such a strange animal. They had never seen any animal of that colour before. “Who are you?” the smaller animals asked him. “Where have you come from? asked the mighty lion with a frown. “Lord Indra, king of heaven, has sent me to look after you,” said the blue jackal in a grand voice, “I'll be your king from now on.” “But I have always been the king of the forest” protested the mighty lion. “All that must change now as I am the king,” said the blue Jackal enjoying himself, “all of you must serve me and do exactly as I tell you.” “What if we don't?” asked the Tiger. “Then Lord Indra will destroy the entire forest and all of you along with it,” said the blue jackal. The animals did not dare to say anything more. “What would you like us to do?” They asked the blue jackal. “Bring me lots of food, to start with,” said the blue jackal promptly. “I am hungry and can't take care of you unless I am properly looked after.” The animals rushed off in search of food. They took care to bring whatever they could find and offered the best of everything to the blue jackal. The jackal was happy and had his fill. The animals' promised to serve him faithfully. He assigned special duties to all the animals but banished the pack of jackals from the forest because he was afraid they might recognize him someday. The blue jackal had a wonderful time after that. One day something unexpected happened. The banished pack of jackals was roaming just outside the forest and howled together loudly. The blue jackal forgot himself and joined in the howling just as he used to do before. The other animals were present when it happened and stared at him incredulously. Here was their mighty blue king howling just like a jackal! So he was a jackal after all and not a strange creature sent from heaven! He had merely been fooling them all these days! Well, they were not going to be fooled any longer. They fell upon the blue jackal and killed him before he could explain or protest, and that was the end of the blue jackal's reign as king! |
Why did the jackal keep going to the village?
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