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| Thus agreed, together they lifted the man. He was very light, like a fowl that had been half-starved for a long time until it is only feathers and skeleton. So, his arms hanging, they carried him up the steps and into the side door of the house. This door opened into a passage, and down the passage, they carried the man towards an empty bedroom. It had been the bedroom of Sadao's father, and since his death, it had not been used. They laid the man on the deeply matted floor. Everything here had been Japanese to please the old man, who would never in his own home sit on a chair or sleep in a foreign bed. Hana went to the wall cupboards and slid back a door and took out a soft quilt. She hesitated. The quilt was covered with flowered silk and the lining was pure white silk. |
Where was the man carried to down the passage?
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| Donated Organs and their Transportation | |
| (1) | Once an organ donor's family gives its consent and the organs are matched to a recipient, medical professionals are faced with the onerous challenge of transporting organs while ensuring that the harvested organ reaches its destination in the shortest possible time. This is done in order to preserve the harvested organs which involves the police especially the traffic police department. |
| (2) | The traditional method of transporting organs by road is referred to as a "green corridor". The first green corridor in India was created by Chennai Traffic Police in September 2008, when they accomplished their task of enabling an ambulance to reach its destination within 11 minutes during peak hour traffic. That organ saved a nine-year-old girl whose life depended on the transplant. Similarly, such green corridors have been created by traffic police of various cities such as Pune, Mumbai, Delhi NCR etc. |
| (3) | Experts point out the lack of a robust system to· transport organs to super-speciality hospitals in least possible time. National Organ and Tissue Transplant Organisation (NOTTO), the country's apex organ donation agency, is now framing a proposal to airlift cadaver organs and will send a report to the Union Health Ministry. "Cadaver organs have a short life and so transplant should be done within a few golden hours." Director (NOTTO) expressed, "Therefore, we are preparing a proposal for airlifting organs at any given moment." |
| (4) | Most states do not have enough well-trained experts to retrieve or perform transplant procedures. Also, there is an acute shortage of advanced healthcare facilities to carry out a transplant. So, it is referred to other big centres in metropolitan cities. Organs retrieved from Aurangabad, Indore, Surat and Pune are sent to Mumbai as these cities do not have super-speciality healthcare centres, informed officials. |
| (5) | "In India, about fifty thousand to one lakh patients are suffering from acute heart failure and need heart transplant at any point of time. In a private set-up, a heart transplant costs ₹ 15- 20 lakhs, which is followed up by postoperative medication of about ₹ 30,000 per month lifelong." Moreover, the risk factor is great hindrance. |
The first green corridor in India was created in _______.
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| Thus agreed, together they lifted the man. He was very light, like a fowl that had been half-starved for a long time until it is only feathers and skeleton. So, his arms hanging, they carried him up the steps and into the side door of the house. This door opened into a passage, and down the passage, they carried the man towards an empty bedroom. It had been the bedroom of Sadao's father, and since his death, it had not been used. They laid the man on the deeply matted floor. Everything here had been Japanese to please the old man, who would never in his own home sit on a chair or sleep in a foreign bed. Hana went to the wall cupboards and slid back a door and took out a soft quilt. She hesitated. The quilt was covered with flowered silk and the lining was pure white silk. |
Whom did the bedroom belong where the man was taken?
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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. |
When nerve cells work during exercise then _____.
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| Thus agreed, together they lifted the man. He was very light, like a fowl that had been half-starved for a long time until it is only feathers and skeleton. So, his arms hanging, they carried him up the steps and into the side door of the house. This door opened into a passage, and down the passage, they carried the man towards an empty bedroom. It had been the bedroom of Sadao's father, and since his death, it had not been used. They laid the man on the deeply matted floor. Everything here had been Japanese to please the old man, who would never in his own home sit on a chair or sleep in a foreign bed. Hana went to the wall cupboards and slid back a door and took out a soft quilt. She hesitated. The quilt was covered with flowered silk and the lining was pure white silk. |
Who did use the bedroom after Sadao's father?
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| Thus agreed, together they lifted the man. He was very light, like a fowl that had been half-starved for a long time until it is only feathers and skeleton. So, his arms hanging, they carried him up the steps and into the side door of the house. This door opened into a passage, and down the passage, they carried the man towards an empty bedroom. It had been the bedroom of Sadao's father, and since his death, it had not been used. They laid the man on the deeply matted floor. Everything here had been Japanese to please the old man, who would never in his own home sit on a chair or sleep in a foreign bed. Hana went to the wall cupboards and slid back a door and took out a soft quilt. She hesitated. The quilt was covered with flowered silk and the lining was pure white silk. |
Read the line: 'Hana went to the wall cupboards and slid back a door and took out a soft quilt.' - What was the quilt covered with?
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| Once, a rich merchant presented a beautiful cat to the Emperor of China. Eventually, the emperor became fond of the animal and took it with him wherever he went. Everywhere, people kept asking the emperor, what was the cat named and everyone was surprised. when told, that it had no name. As time progressed, the emperor realized that the cat should have a name thus he decided to find a suitable name for his pet. He called his ministers, the seven wisest men in his empire, and commanded them to find a suitable name Within seven days. The ministers were warned that if they do not succeed in finding a name by the end of 7 days, they will be punished. Also, the minister whose suggestion will be accepted will receive hundred gold pieces. “Noble, perhaps,” said the second minister, “but it is not as powerful as the dragon. Can a tiger soar into the sky? No, but a dragon can! I think DRAGON would be a more suitable name for the cat”. As the emperor was contemplating the name DRAGON, the third minister said, “Clouds can go higher than dragons. A cloud is more powerful than a dragon. Let's call it CLOUD.” “Let's not be hasty,” advised the fourth wise man. “Clouds may fly high but they are pushed around by winds. Winds are more powerful than clouds. WIND would be the most appropriate name for a great emperor's pet.” The emperor was still not satisfied with the suggestions “WIND?” said the emperor, doubtfully. “Isn't there anything better?” The fifth wise man took this opportunity to give his suggestion. “BRICK WALL!” he exclaimed. “Why should I name my cat BRICK WALL?” asked the emperor with astonishment as it was the most unusual name he had heard till now. “A brick wall can stop the wind, however powerful,” explained the fifth minister. “A brick wall is more powerful than the wind!” Oh, I see, “said the emperor. “Well, BRICK WALL is not a bad name. But isn't it a bit long?” “I have a shorter name,” said the sixth minister “RAT” Everyone started laughing at the suggestion. “So you suggest that I must call my cat RAT?” The sixth minister replied, “yes, Your Majesty, RAT! A rat can eat through a brick wall, which makes it more powerful than the wall, more powerful than the wind, more powerful than all the suggestions given to you.” “I get your point,” interrupted the emperor, “but can you call a cat, RAT?” “Indeed you can’t!” piped up the seventh wise man who was the eldest among all seven. “A Cat is a cat”. How can one call a cat RAT? Also if a rat is more powerful than the others the cat is even more so because it is mightier than the rat. The emperor was impressed with the seventh minister's suggestion and decided to accept it. So the royal pet remained nameless in a way because from then on it was simply called CAT. But the minister who suggested this name was rewarded as promised. |
Why did people get surprised wherever the emperor went?
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| Once, a rich merchant presented a beautiful cat to the Emperor of China. Eventually, the emperor became fond of the animal and took it with him wherever he went. Everywhere, people kept asking the emperor, what was the cat named and everyone was surprised. when told, that it had no name. As time progressed, the emperor realized that the cat should have a name thus he decided to find a suitable name for his pet. He called his ministers, the seven wisest men in his empire, and commanded them to find a suitable name Within seven days. The ministers were warned that if they do not succeed in finding a name by the end of 7 days, they will be punished. Also, the minister whose suggestion will be accepted will receive hundred gold pieces. “Noble, perhaps,” said the second minister, “but it is not as powerful as the dragon. Can a tiger soar into the sky? No, but a dragon can! I think DRAGON would be a more suitable name for the cat”. As the emperor was contemplating the name DRAGON, the third minister said, “Clouds can go higher than dragons. A cloud is more powerful than a dragon. Let's call it CLOUD.” “Let's not be hasty,” advised the fourth wise man. “Clouds may fly high but they are pushed around by winds. Winds are more powerful than clouds. WIND would be the most appropriate name for a great emperor's pet.” The emperor was still not satisfied with the suggestions “WIND?” said the emperor, doubtfully. “Isn't there anything better?” The fifth wise man took this opportunity to give his suggestion. “BRICK WALL!” he exclaimed. “Why should I name my cat BRICK WALL?” asked the emperor with astonishment as it was the most unusual name he had heard till now. “A brick wall can stop the wind, however powerful,” explained the fifth minister. “A brick wall is more powerful than the wind!” Oh, I see, “said the emperor. “Well, BRICK WALL is not a bad name. But isn't it a bit long?” “I have a shorter name,” said the sixth minister “RAT” Everyone started laughing at the suggestion. “So you suggest that I must call my cat RAT?” The sixth minister replied, “yes, Your Majesty, RAT! A rat can eat through a brick wall, which makes it more powerful than the wall, more powerful than the wind, more powerful than all the suggestions given to you.” “I get your point,” interrupted the emperor, “but can you call a cat, RAT?” “Indeed you can’t!” piped up the seventh wise man who was the eldest among all seven. “A Cat is a cat”. How can one call a cat RAT? Also if a rat is more powerful than the others the cat is even more so because it is mightier than the rat. The emperor was impressed with the seventh minister's suggestion and decided to accept it. So the royal pet remained nameless in a way because from then on it was simply called CAT. But the minister who suggested this name was rewarded as promised. |
What made the emperor realize that he should give a name to his pet cat?
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| Once, a rich merchant presented a beautiful cat to the Emperor of China. Eventually, the emperor became fond of the animal and took it with him wherever he went. Everywhere, people kept asking the emperor, what was the cat named and everyone was surprised. when told, that it had no name. As time progressed, the emperor realized that the cat should have a name thus he decided to find a suitable name for his pet. He called his ministers, the seven wisest men in his empire, and commanded them to find a suitable name Within seven days. The ministers were warned that if they do not succeed in finding a name by the end of 7 days, they will be punished. Also, the minister whose suggestion will be accepted will receive hundred gold pieces. “Noble, perhaps,” said the second minister, “but it is not as powerful as the dragon. Can a tiger soar into the sky? No, but a dragon can! I think DRAGON would be a more suitable name for the cat”. As the emperor was contemplating the name DRAGON, the third minister said, “Clouds can go higher than dragons. A cloud is more powerful than a dragon. Let's call it CLOUD.” “Let's not be hasty,” advised the fourth wise man. “Clouds may fly high but they are pushed around by winds. Winds are more powerful than clouds. WIND would be the most appropriate name for a great emperor's pet.” The emperor was still not satisfied with the suggestions “WIND?” said the emperor, doubtfully. “Isn't there anything better?” The fifth wise man took this opportunity to give his suggestion. “BRICK WALL!” he exclaimed. “Why should I name my cat BRICK WALL?” asked the emperor with astonishment as it was the most unusual name he had heard till now. “A brick wall can stop the wind, however powerful,” explained the fifth minister. “A brick wall is more powerful than the wind!” Oh, I see, “said the emperor. “Well, BRICK WALL is not a bad name. But isn't it a bit long?” “I have a shorter name,” said the sixth minister “RAT” Everyone started laughing at the suggestion. “So you suggest that I must call my cat RAT?” The sixth minister replied, “yes, Your Majesty, RAT! A rat can eat through a brick wall, which makes it more powerful than the wall, more powerful than the wind, more powerful than all the suggestions given to you.” “I get your point,” interrupted the emperor, “but can you call a cat, RAT?” “Indeed you can’t!” piped up the seventh wise man who was the eldest among all seven. “A Cat is a cat”. How can one call a cat RAT? Also if a rat is more powerful than the others the cat is even more so because it is mightier than the rat. The emperor was impressed with the seventh minister's suggestion and decided to accept it. So the royal pet remained nameless in a way because from then on it was simply called CAT. But the minister who suggested this name was rewarded as promised. |
Why did the emperor not want to name his cat BRICK WALL?
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| He was kneeling on the floor in the next room tinkering with a part of his motorcycle over some newspaper spread on the carpet. He was three years out of school, an apprentice mechanic, travelling to his work each day to the far side of the city. He was almost grown up now, and she suspected areas of his life about which she knew nothing, about which he never spoke. Sophie went to look for her brother Geoff. |
What does the word 'tinkering' mean (used in the first sentence)?
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| He was kneeling on the floor in the next room tinkering with a part of his motorcycle over some newspaper spread on the carpet. He was three years out of school, an apprentice mechanic, travelling to his work each day to the far side of the city. He was almost grown up now, and she suspected areas of his life about which she knew nothing, about which he never spoke. Sophie went to look for her brother Geoff. |
Which of the following sentence is not according to the passage?
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| Once, a rich merchant presented a beautiful cat to the Emperor of China. Eventually, the emperor became fond of the animal and took it with him wherever he went. Everywhere, people kept asking the emperor, what was the cat named and everyone was surprised. when told, that it had no name. As time progressed, the emperor realized that the cat should have a name thus he decided to find a suitable name for his pet. He called his ministers, the seven wisest men in his empire, and commanded them to find a suitable name Within seven days. The ministers were warned that if they do not succeed in finding a name by the end of 7 days, they will be punished. Also, the minister whose suggestion will be accepted will receive hundred gold pieces. “Noble, perhaps,” said the second minister, “but it is not as powerful as the dragon. Can a tiger soar into the sky? No, but a dragon can! I think DRAGON would be a more suitable name for the cat”. As the emperor was contemplating the name DRAGON, the third minister said, “Clouds can go higher than dragons. A cloud is more powerful than a dragon. Let's call it CLOUD.” “Let's not be hasty,” advised the fourth wise man. “Clouds may fly high but they are pushed around by winds. Winds are more powerful than clouds. WIND would be the most appropriate name for a great emperor's pet.” The emperor was still not satisfied with the suggestions “WIND?” said the emperor, doubtfully. “Isn't there anything better?” The fifth wise man took this opportunity to give his suggestion. “BRICK WALL!” he exclaimed. “Why should I name my cat BRICK WALL?” asked the emperor with astonishment as it was the most unusual name he had heard till now. “A brick wall can stop the wind, however powerful,” explained the fifth minister. “A brick wall is more powerful than the wind!” Oh, I see, “said the emperor. “Well, BRICK WALL is not a bad name. But isn't it a bit long?” “I have a shorter name,” said the sixth minister “RAT” Everyone started laughing at the suggestion. “So you suggest that I must call my cat RAT?” The sixth minister replied, “yes, Your Majesty, RAT! A rat can eat through a brick wall, which makes it more powerful than the wall, more powerful than the wind, more powerful than all the suggestions given to you.” “I get your point,” interrupted the emperor, “but can you call a cat, RAT?” “Indeed you can’t!” piped up the seventh wise man who was the eldest among all seven. “A Cat is a cat”. How can one call a cat RAT? Also if a rat is more powerful than the others the cat is even more so because it is mightier than the rat. The emperor was impressed with the seventh minister's suggestion and decided to accept it. So the royal pet remained nameless in a way because from then on it was simply called CAT. But the minister who suggested this name was rewarded as promised. |
What would be an APPROPRIATE TITLE for the passage?
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| Once, a rich merchant presented a beautiful cat to the Emperor of China. Eventually, the emperor became fond of the animal and took it with him wherever he went. Everywhere, people kept asking the emperor, what was the cat named and everyone was surprised. when told, that it had no name. As time progressed, the emperor realized that the cat should have a name thus he decided to find a suitable name for his pet. He called his ministers, the seven wisest men in his empire, and commanded them to find a suitable name Within seven days. The ministers were warned that if they do not succeed in finding a name by the end of 7 days, they will be punished. Also, the minister whose suggestion will be accepted will receive hundred gold pieces. “Noble, perhaps,” said the second minister, “but it is not as powerful as the dragon. Can a tiger soar into the sky? No, but a dragon can! I think DRAGON would be a more suitable name for the cat”. As the emperor was contemplating the name DRAGON, the third minister said, “Clouds can go higher than dragons. A cloud is more powerful than a dragon. Let's call it CLOUD.” “Let's not be hasty,” advised the fourth wise man. “Clouds may fly high but they are pushed around by winds. Winds are more powerful than clouds. WIND would be the most appropriate name for a great emperor's pet.” The emperor was still not satisfied with the suggestions “WIND?” said the emperor, doubtfully. “Isn't there anything better?” The fifth wise man took this opportunity to give his suggestion. “BRICK WALL!” he exclaimed. “Why should I name my cat BRICK WALL?” asked the emperor with astonishment as it was the most unusual name he had heard till now. “A brick wall can stop the wind, however powerful,” explained the fifth minister. “A brick wall is more powerful than the wind!” Oh, I see, “said the emperor. “Well, BRICK WALL is not a bad name. But isn't it a bit long?” “I have a shorter name,” said the sixth minister “RAT” Everyone started laughing at the suggestion. “So you suggest that I must call my cat RAT?” The sixth minister replied, “yes, Your Majesty, RAT! A rat can eat through a brick wall, which makes it more powerful than the wall, more powerful than the wind, more powerful than all the suggestions given to you.” “I get your point,” interrupted the emperor, “but can you call a cat, RAT?” “Indeed you can’t!” piped up the seventh wise man who was the eldest among all seven. “A Cat is a cat”. How can one call a cat RAT? Also if a rat is more powerful than the others the cat is even more so because it is mightier than the rat. The emperor was impressed with the seventh minister's suggestion and decided to accept it. So the royal pet remained nameless in a way because from then on it was simply called CAT. But the minister who suggested this name was rewarded as promised. |
Which of the following statements is TRUE according to the passage?
- Dragons can blow the clouds away.
- Winds can blow the clouds away.
- Brick walls can stop the winds.
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Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirt-cuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture marks. Finally, he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. Three times a day for many months I had witnessed this performance, but custom had not reconciled my mind to it. On the contrary, from day to day I had become more irritable at the sight, and my conscience swelled nightly within me at the thought that I had lacked the courage to protest. Again and again, I had registered a vow that I should deliver my soul upon the subject, but there was that in the cool, nonchalant air of my companion which made him the last man with whom one would care to take anything approaching liberty. His great powers, his masterly manner, and the experience which I had of his many extraordinary qualities, all made me diffident and backward in crossing him. Yet upon that afternoon, whether it was the Beaune which I had taken with my lunch, or the additional exasperation produced by the extreme deliberation of his manner, I suddenly felt that I could hold out no longer. "Which is it today?" I asked,-"morphine or cocaine?" He raised his eyes languidly from the old black letter volume which he had opened. "It is cocaine," he said,-" a seven-per-cent solution. Would you dare to try it?" "But consider!" I said, earnestly. "Count the cost! Your brain may, as you say, be roused and excited, but it is a pathological and morbid process, which involves increased tissue change and may at last leave a permanent weakness. Surely the game is hardly worth the candle. Why should you, for mere passing pleasure, risk the loss of those great powers with which you have been endowed? Remember that I speak not only as one comrade to another but as a medical man to one for whose Constitution he is to some extent answerable." He did not seem offended. "My mind," he said, "rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants." |
What could be the cause of "innumerable puncture marks" on Holmes' forearm?
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| Perhaps there were also people, exotic, interesting people of whom he never spoke — it was possible, though he was quiet and didn't make new friends easily. She longed to know them. She wished she could be admitted more deeply into her brother's affections and that someday he might take her with him. Though her father forbade it and Geoff had never expressed an opinion, she knew he thought her too young. And she was impatient. She was conscious of a vast world out there waiting for her and she knew instinctively that she would feel as at home there as in the city which had always been her home. It expectantly awaited her arrival. She saw herself riding there behind Geoff. He wore new, shining black leathers and she a yellow dress with a kind of cape that flew out behind. There was the sound of applause as the world rose to greet them. |
In the sentence: "She longed to know them.' - What is the meaning of the word 'longed'?
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Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirt-cuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture marks. Finally, he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. Three times a day for many months I had witnessed this performance, but custom had not reconciled my mind to it. On the contrary, from day to day I had become more irritable at the sight, and my conscience swelled nightly within me at the thought that I had lacked the courage to protest. Again and again, I had registered a vow that I should deliver my soul upon the subject, but there was that in the cool, nonchalant air of my companion which made him the last man with whom one would care to take anything approaching liberty. His great powers, his masterly manner, and the experience which I had of his many extraordinary qualities, all made me diffident and backward in crossing him. Yet upon that afternoon, whether it was the Beaune which I had taken with my lunch, or the additional exasperation produced by the extreme deliberation of his manner, I suddenly felt that I could hold out no longer. "Which is it today?" I asked,-"morphine or cocaine?" He raised his eyes languidly from the old black letter volume which he had opened. "It is cocaine," he said,-" a seven-per-cent solution. Would you dare to try it?" "But consider!" I said, earnestly. "Count the cost! Your brain may, as you say, be roused and excited, but it is a pathological and morbid process, which involves increased tissue change and may at last leave a permanent weakness. Surely the game is hardly worth the candle. Why should you, for mere passing pleasure, risk the loss of those great powers with which you have been endowed? Remember that I speak not only as one comrade to another but as a medical man to one for whose Constitution he is to some extent answerable." He did not seem offended. "My mind," he said, "rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants." |
What can we understand about the personality of the narrator's companion?
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| There once lived a rich businessman who had a lazy and fun-loving son. The businessman wanted his son to be hard-working and responsible. He wanted him to realise the value of labour. One day he summoned his son and said: “Today, I want you to go out and earn something, failing which you won't have your meal tonight.” The boy was casual and not used to any kind of work. This demand by his father scared him and he went crying straight to his mother. Her heart melted at the sight of tears in her son's eyes. She grew restless. In a bid to help him she gave him a gold coin. In the evening when the father asked his son what he had earned, the son promptly presented him the gold coin. The father then asked him to throw it into the well. The son did as he was told. The father was a man of wisdom and experience and guessed that the source of the gold coin was the boy's mother. The next day. he sent his wife to her parent's town and asked his son to go and earn something with the threat of being denied the night's meal if he failed. This time he went crying to his sister who sympathized With him and gave him a rupee coin out of her own savings. When his father asked him what he had earned the boy tossed the rupee coin at him. The father again asked him to throw it into the well. The son did it quite readily. Again the father's Wisdom told him that the rupee coin was not earned by his son. He then sent his daughter to her in-Laws' house. He again asked his son to go out and earn with the threat that he shall not have anything for dinner that night. This time since there was no one to help him out; the son was forced to go to the market in search of work. One of the shopkeepers there told him that he would pay him two rupees if he carried his trunk to his house. The rich man's son could not refuse and was drenched in sweat by the time he finished the job. His feet were trembling and his neck and back were aching. There were rashes on his back. When he returned home, he produced the two rupee note before his father. As usual, the father asked him to throw it into the well. The horrified son almost cried out. He could not imagine throwing his hard-earned money away. He said amid sobbing: “Father! My entire body is aching. My back has rashes and you are asking me to throw the money into the well.” At this, the businessman smiled. He told him that one feels pain only when the fruits of hard labour are wasted. On the earlier occasions, he was helped by his mother and sister and therefore felt no pain in throwing the coins into the well. The son had now realised the value of hard work. He vowed never to be lazy and safe keep the father's wealth. The father handed over the keys of his shop to the son and promised to guide him through the rest of his life. |
The boy felt no pain in throwing the coins into the well the first two times because ______.
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Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirt-cuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture marks. Finally, he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction. Three times a day for many months I had witnessed this performance, but custom had not reconciled my mind to it. On the contrary, from day to day I had become more irritable at the sight, and my conscience swelled nightly within me at the thought that I had lacked the courage to protest. Again and again, I had registered a vow that I should deliver my soul upon the subject, but there was that in the cool, nonchalant air of my companion which made him the last man with whom one would care to take anything approaching liberty. His great powers, his masterly manner, and the experience which I had of his many extraordinary qualities, all made me diffident and backward in crossing him. Yet upon that afternoon, whether it was the Beaune which I had taken with my lunch, or the additional exasperation produced by the extreme deliberation of his manner, I suddenly felt that I could hold out no longer. "Which is it today?" I asked,-"morphine or cocaine?" He raised his eyes languidly from the old black letter volume which he had opened. "It is cocaine," he said,-" a seven-per-cent solution. Would you dare to try it?" "But consider!" I said, earnestly. "Count the cost! Your brain may, as you say, be roused and excited, but it is a pathological and morbid process, which involves increased tissue change and may at last leave a permanent weakness. Surely the game is hardly worth the candle. Why should you, for mere passing pleasure, risk the loss of those great powers with which you have been endowed? Remember that I speak not only as one comrade to another but as a medical man to one for whose Constitution he is to some extent answerable." He did not seem offended. "My mind," he said, "rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. I can dispense then with artificial stimulants." |
When Watson refused to take cocaine, Sherlock Holmes _______.
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| Perhaps there were also people, exotic, interesting people of whom he never spoke — it was possible, though he was quiet and didn't make new friends easily. She longed to know them. She wished she could be admitted more deeply into her brother's affections and that someday he might take her with him. Though her father forbade it and Geoff had never expressed an opinion, she knew he thought her too young. And she was impatient. She was conscious of a vast world out there waiting for her and she knew instinctively that she would feel as at home there as in the city which had always been her home. It expectantly awaited her arrival. She saw herself riding there behind Geoff. He wore new, shining black leathers and she a yellow dress with a kind of cape that flew out behind. There was the sound of applause as the world rose to greet them. |
Read the line: 'She was conscious of a vast world out there waiting for her and she knew instinctively that she would feel as at home there as in the city which had always been her home.' - What should be the synonym of 'instinctively'?
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| There once lived a rich businessman who had a lazy and fun-loving son. The businessman wanted his son to be hard-working and responsible. He wanted him to realise the value of labour. One day he summoned his son and said: “Today, I want you to go out and earn something, failing which you won't have your meal tonight.” The boy was casual and not used to any kind of work. This demand by his father scared him and he went crying straight to his mother. Her heart melted at the sight of tears in her son's eyes. She grew restless. In a bid to help him she gave him a gold coin. In the evening when the father asked his son what he had earned, the son promptly presented him the gold coin. The father then asked him to throw it into the well. The son did as he was told. The father was a man of wisdom and experience and guessed that the source of the gold coin was the boy's mother. The next day. he sent his wife to her parent's town and asked his son to go and earn something with the threat of being denied the night's meal if he failed. This time he went crying to his sister who sympathized With him and gave him a rupee coin out of her own savings. When his father asked him what he had earned the boy tossed the rupee coin at him. The father again asked him to throw it into the well. The son did it quite readily. Again the father's Wisdom told him that the rupee coin was not earned by his son. He then sent his daughter to her in-Laws' house. He again asked his son to go out and earn with the threat that he shall not have anything for dinner that night. This time since there was no one to help him out; the son was forced to go to the market in search of work. One of the shopkeepers there told him that he would pay him two rupees if he carried his trunk to his house. The rich man's son could not refuse and was drenched in sweat by the time he finished the job. His feet were trembling and his neck and back were aching. There were rashes on his back. When he returned home, he produced the two rupee note before his father. As usual, the father asked him to throw it into the well. The horrified son almost cried out. He could not imagine throwing his hard-earned money away. He said amid sobbing: “Father! My entire body is aching. My back has rashes and you are asking me to throw the money into the well.” At this, the businessman smiled. He told him that one feels pain only when the fruits of hard labour are wasted. On the earlier occasions, he was helped by his mother and sister and therefore felt no pain in throwing the coins into the well. The son had now realised the value of hard work. He vowed never to be lazy and safe keep the father's wealth. The father handed over the keys of his shop to the son and promised to guide him through the rest of his life. |
Why did the father want his son to earn something?
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