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प्रश्न
Narrate an experience based on the given beginning and suggest a suitable title.
'Last year in September, we were travelling to our village for Ganesh Utsav. It had been raining heavily for two weeks...'
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उत्तर
The Bravest act I've Ever Witnessed
Last year in September, we were travelling to our village for Ganesh Utsav. It had been raining heavily for two weeks and the rivers were flooded. As our bus reached the bridge over the river near our village, it stopped all of a sudden. We got down to see what had happened and noticed other vehicles lined up ahead of us. We went ahead and found out that a car had crashed on the railing and was about to fall into the river. The car had five passengers, who were being rescued one at a time by helpful villagers. The current of the river was too strong and people were afraid that if the car fell into the river, no one would survive the force of the current. Fortunately, four people were safely taken out of the car and just then the worst thing happened. The car fell over the edge with the driver still inside and we were all in shock. In that same instant, one villager jumped into the river, helped the driver get out of the car and brought him close to the river bank. By then, the other villagers had climbed down to the river bank and helped both the men out of the water. It was definitely the bravest act that I have ever witnessed in my life.
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Read the following extract and rewrite it from the point of view of Roma :
[You may begin with: Herman and I shared the backseat of Sid's car. .... ]
We piled back into Sid's car, Roma and I sharing the backseat. As European Jews who had survived the war, we were aware that much had been left unsaid between us. She broached the subject, "Where were you during the war?" she asked softly
"The camps," I said, the terrible memories still vivid, the irreparable loss, I had tried to forget. But you can never forget.
She nodded, "My family was hiding on a farm in Germany, not far from Berlin," She told me. "My father knew a priest, and he got us Aryan papers."
I imagined how she must have suffered too, fear, a constant companion. And yet here we were both survivors, in a new world.
"There was a camp next to the farm." Roma continued. "I saw a boy there and I would throw him apples every day."
What an amazing coincidence that she had helped some other boy. "What did he look like?" I asked.
"He was tall, skinny and hungry. I must have seen him every day for six months. "
My heart was racing. I couldn't believe it. This couldn't be. "Did he tell you one day not to come back because he was leaving Schlieben?".
Roma looked at me in amazement. "Yes!"
"That was me!"
I was ready to burst with joy and awe, flooded with emotions. I couldn't believe it! My angel.
"I'm not letting you go," I said to Roma.
I proposed to her. I didn't want to wait.
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 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 extract carefully and rewrite as if you are the friend of the narrator :
[You may begin with: A couple of days later he was walking around ...... ]
A couple of days later, I was walking around the camp, around the barracks, near the barbed-wire fence where the guards could not easily see. I was alone.
On the other side of the fence, I spotted someone: a little girl with light, almost luminous curls. She was half-hidden behind a birch tree.
I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German, ''Do you have something to eat?'' She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question in Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid. In her eyes, I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and, as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly, ''I"ll see you tomorrow. ''
I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat a hunk of bread or better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To be caught would mean death for us both. I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her life for me? Hope was in such short supply, and this girl on the other side of the fence gave me some, as nourishing in its way as the bread and apples.
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 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. |
Rewrite the following extract as if the girl with an apple is the narrator :
[You may begin like this: A stranger said something, in a language. I didn't understand.... ']
I glanced around to make sure no one saw me. I called to her softly in German. "Do you have something to eat?"
She didn't understand. I inched closer to the fence and repeated the question 111 Polish. She stepped forward. I was thin and gaunt, with rags wrapped around my feet, but the girl looked unafraid In her eyes. I saw life. She pulled an apple from her woollen jacket and threw it over the fence. I grabbed the fruit and. as I started to run away, I heard her say faintly," I'll sec you tomorrow." I returned to the same spot by the fence at the same time every day. She was always there with something for me to eat a hunk of bread or, better yet, an apple. We didn't dare speak or linger. To the caught would mean death for us both.
I didn't know anything about her, just a kind farm girl, except that she understood Polish. What was her name? Why was she risking her lire for me? Hope was in such short supply), and this girl on the other side of the ranch gave me some. as nourishing in its way as thc bread and apples. Nearly seven months later. my brothers and I were crammed into a coal car and shipped 10 Theresienstadt camp in Czechoslovakia. "Don't return," I told the girl that day. "We're leaving."
Comment on the loving pair of Lysander and Helena from the point of view of developing their character sketch.
Narrate an experience in about 80-100 words with the following ending. Give a suitable title:
………. I promise myself to work hard in order to achieve success.
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.
