Question 1:
Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by selecting the most appropriate option.
"Get well soon!" Shanta said, handing Partha a yellow balloon. She was his third visitor. That's because she was his class teacher's daughter, and her mother made her visit him. The other two, Rahul and Syed, weren't really his friend, although they often ganged up with him against other kids to take away their lunch pocket money. Partha knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his aunty crying after talking with the doctor confirmed it. His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him.
Once shanta left, he ripped a page off from his notebook and wrote-
"Dear God, I know I messed up and nobody likes me. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend I can be."
He drew a map showing tile way from the school to the hospital, walked shakily to the window, and let the balloon fly away, carrying his message towards God.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time. It crossed the park and disappeared out of view.
The next day, a body he had never met before came to visit him. "I find balloon," he said. "You are lonely?"
He just nodded, too startled to talk.
"I lonely too. My family come from Afghanistan and I no speak English good." He smiled. “I bring gift to you." He handed him a small bag of fruits. “I pray for friend, and God give me friend."
Normally, he would have made fun of his broken English and his long, baggy brown kurta, but he knew better. He smiled and offered him the first orange.
Partha felt lonely because ____________ visited him when he was at the hospital.
Question 2:
Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by selecting the most appropriate option.
"Get well soon!" Shanta said, handing Partha a yellow balloon. She was his third visitor. That's because she was his class teacher's daughter, and her mother made her visit him. The other two, Rahul and Syed, weren't really his friend, although they often ganged up with him against other kids to take away their lunch pocket money. Partha knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his aunty crying after talking with the doctor confirmed it. His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him.
Once shanta left, he ripped a page off from his notebook and wrote-
"Dear God, I know I messed up and nobody likes me. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend I can be."
He drew a map showing tile way from the school to the hospital, walked shakily to the window, and let the balloon fly away, carrying his message towards God.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time. It crossed the park and disappeared out of view.
The next day, a body he had never met before came to visit him. "I find balloon," he said. "You are lonely?"
He just nodded, too startled to talk.
"I lonely too. My family come from Afghanistan and I no speak English good." He smiled. “I bring gift to you." He handed him a small bag of fruits. “I pray for friend, and God give me friend."
Normally, he would have made fun of his broken English and his long, baggy brown kurta, but he knew better. He smiled and offered him the first orange.
A synonym for the word 'startled' in the passage is
Question 3:
Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by selecting the most appropriate option.
"Get well soon!" Shanta said, handing Partha a yellow balloon. She was his third visitor. That's because she was his class teacher's daughter, and her mother made her visit him. The other two, Rahul and Syed, weren't really his friend, although they often ganged up with him against other kids to take away their lunch pocket money. Partha knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his aunty crying after talking with the doctor confirmed it. His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him.
Once shanta left, he ripped a page off from his notebook and wrote-
"Dear God, I know I messed up and nobody likes me. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend I can be."
He drew a map showing tile way from the school to the hospital, walked shakily to the window, and let the balloon fly away, carrying his message towards God.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time. It crossed the park and disappeared out of view.
The next day, a body he had never met before came to visit him. "I find balloon," he said. "You are lonely?"
He just nodded, too startled to talk.
"I lonely too. My family come from Afghanistan and I no speak English good." He smiled. “I bring gift to you." He handed him a small bag of fruits. “I pray for friend, and God give me friend."
Normally, he would have made fun of his broken English and his long, baggy brown kurta, but he knew better. He smiled and offered him the first orange.
An antonym for the word 'shakily' in the passage is
Question 4:
Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by selecting the most appropriate option.
"Get well soon!" Shanta said, handing Partha a yellow balloon. She was his third visitor. That's because she was his class teacher's daughter, and her mother made her visit him. The other two, Rahul and Syed, weren't really his friend, although they often ganged up with him against other kids to take away their lunch pocket money. Partha knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his aunty crying after talking with the doctor confirmed it. His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him.
Once shanta left, he ripped a page off from his notebook and wrote-
"Dear God, I know I messed up and nobody likes me. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend I can be."
He drew a map showing tile way from the school to the hospital, walked shakily to the window, and let the balloon fly away, carrying his message towards God.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time. It crossed the park and disappeared out of view.
The next day, a body he had never met before came to visit him. "I find balloon," he said. "You are lonely?"
He just nodded, too startled to talk.
"I lonely too. My family come from Afghanistan and I no speak English good." He smiled. “I bring gift to you." He handed him a small bag of fruits. “I pray for friend, and God give me friend."
Normally, he would have made fun of his broken English and his long, baggy brown kurta, but he knew better. He smiled and offered him the first orange.
Partha's feeling of loneliness soon turned to
Question 5:
Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by selecting the most appropriate option.
"Get well soon!" Shanta said, handing Partha a yellow balloon. She was his third visitor. That's because she was his class teacher's daughter, and her mother made her visit him. The other two, Rahul and Syed, weren't really his friend, although they often ganged up with him against other kids to take away their lunch pocket money. Partha knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his aunty crying after talking with the doctor confirmed it. His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him.
Once shanta left, he ripped a page off from his notebook and wrote-
"Dear God, I know I messed up and nobody likes me. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend I can be."
He drew a map showing tile way from the school to the hospital, walked shakily to the window, and let the balloon fly away, carrying his message towards God.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time. It crossed the park and disappeared out of view.
The next day, a body he had never met before came to visit him. "I find balloon," he said. "You are lonely?"
He just nodded, too startled to talk.
"I lonely too. My family come from Afghanistan and I no speak English good." He smiled. “I bring gift to you." He handed him a small bag of fruits. “I pray for friend, and God give me friend."
Normally, he would have made fun of his broken English and his long, baggy brown kurta, but he knew better. He smiled and offered him the first orange.
Partha would not go back to school to meet his schoolmates and teachers because
Question 6:
Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by selecting the most appropriate option.
"Get well soon!" Shanta said, handing Partha a yellow balloon. She was his third visitor. That's because she was his class teacher's daughter, and her mother made her visit him. The other two, Rahul and Syed, weren't really his friend, although they often ganged up with him against other kids to take away their lunch pocket money. Partha knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his aunty crying after talking with the doctor confirmed it. His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him.
Once shanta left, he ripped a page off from his notebook and wrote-
"Dear God, I know I messed up and nobody likes me. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend I can be."
He drew a map showing tile way from the school to the hospital, walked shakily to the window, and let the balloon fly away, carrying his message towards God.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time. It crossed the park and disappeared out of view.
The next day, a body he had never met before came to visit him. "I find balloon," he said. "You are lonely?"
He just nodded, too startled to talk.
"I lonely too. My family come from Afghanistan and I no speak English good." He smiled. “I bring gift to you." He handed him a small bag of fruits. “I pray for friend, and God give me friend."
Normally, he would have made fun of his broken English and his long, baggy brown kurta, but he knew better. He smiled and offered him the first orange.
The message in the passage is
Question 7:
Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by selecting the most appropriate option.
"Get well soon!" Shanta said, handing Partha a yellow balloon. She was his third visitor. That's because she was his class teacher's daughter, and her mother made her visit him. The other two, Rahul and Syed, weren't really his friend, although they often ganged up with him against other kids to take away their lunch pocket money. Partha knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his aunty crying after talking with the doctor confirmed it. His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him.
Once shanta left, he ripped a page off from his notebook and wrote-
"Dear God, I know I messed up and nobody likes me. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend I can be."
He drew a map showing tile way from the school to the hospital, walked shakily to the window, and let the balloon fly away, carrying his message towards God.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time. It crossed the park and disappeared out of view.
The next day, a body he had never met before came to visit him. "I find balloon," he said. "You are lonely?"
He just nodded, too startled to talk.
"I lonely too. My family come from Afghanistan and I no speak English good." He smiled. “I bring gift to you." He handed him a small bag of fruits. “I pray for friend, and God give me friend."
Normally, he would have made fun of his broken English and his long, baggy brown kurta, but he knew better. He smiled and offered him the first orange.
The change in Partha's attitude is evident when he
Question 8:
Direction: Read the given passage and answer the questions that follow by selecting the most appropriate option.
"Get well soon!" Shanta said, handing Partha a yellow balloon. She was his third visitor. That's because she was his class teacher's daughter, and her mother made her visit him. The other two, Rahul and Syed, weren't really his friend, although they often ganged up with him against other kids to take away their lunch pocket money. Partha knew he wouldn't have long to live. He could feel it, deep inside. Seeing his aunty crying after talking with the doctor confirmed it. His time had come. He didn't tell his visitors, though. They would either pity him, or be happy to get rid of him.
Once shanta left, he ripped a page off from his notebook and wrote-
"Dear God, I know I messed up and nobody likes me. Please give me a second chance. I can show you what a good friend I can be."
He drew a map showing tile way from the school to the hospital, walked shakily to the window, and let the balloon fly away, carrying his message towards God.
The balloon was heading straight to a telephone pole, but a gentle breeze blew it away just in time. It crossed the park and disappeared out of view.
The next day, a body he had never met before came to visit him. "I find balloon," he said. "You are lonely?"
He just nodded, too startled to talk.
"I lonely too. My family come from Afghanistan and I no speak English good." He smiled. “I bring gift to you." He handed him a small bag of fruits. “I pray for friend, and God give me friend."
Normally, he would have made fun of his broken English and his long, baggy brown kurta, but he knew better. He smiled and offered him the first orange.
A phrase that can replace the words ganged up is
Question 9:
An activity that requires a class to design and present a Power Point on the importance of water conservation in a target language is a ___________ activity.
Question 10:
Language learners learn to do by doing. Which activity supports this observation?