CTET Paper-I English: Questions 176 - 183 of 294
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I played cricket during my college days. My father always wanted me to be a chess player. He discouraged me from cricket saying, “eleven players play and 11, 000 people watch and waste their precious time”. I still remember, how I sneaked out of the house during the 1983 World Cup to watch India play and win, and was punished by him the very next day.
Presently, I am working as a sales manager. A couple of years ago. Dad had called me up to ask me about the movie Iqbal. “Sitaram why don’t you take your son to the movie and motivate him”, he said. I replied that my son was interested in chess like his grandfather. “But he should know about other games too! ” he retorted, I was dumbfounded.
Today, when my sister called, she believed she had spotted Dad on television, cheering the Indian team. I decided to call and find out from mother. I was having a news for her. “Is it? She said, he was going to Anna’s house to watch the match. I slept and don’t remember, ” she said.
Anna was his friend and neighbour. Immediately I dialed his number and enquired. He spoke enthusiastically and said that these days your father has developed a fascination for cricket. So, we both went to the stadium to watch. It’s the companionship that makes the difference. Those days he neither had the time nor a friend. The annoyance that had accumulated inside me in the past years moved out like passing clouds. My eyes started to shed tears. Twenty-eight years was too long a period to hold my anger.
We all decided to watch the match together and finally when the D-Day arrived we cheered team India and hugged when India won. Both of us apologised each other, Dad for punishing me during 1983 and myself for the teenage ego that had become an obstacle.
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When I learned that my 72 years old mother was playing scrabble against herself, I knew, I had to do something. “Who is playing? ” I asked one day when I saw a half finished game on the table. “My right hand versus my left”. “Excuse me” I said. “As your father does not plays with me and I want to keep my mind engaged and sharp. ” An adorable pursuit, but I questioned whether my mother’s solitary version of scrabble would achieve that objectives. My husband suggested we should give her a computer to play against. I wasn’t sure my mother was ready for a cyber scrabble it had taken 10 years to convince her to purchase a microwave. Nevertheless, we packed up our old PC, complete with scabble and a word processing program and delivered it to my parent’s home. And so began my mother’s journey in the exciting world of computers. It also marked as the starting of a unique teaching assignment for me. I’ve taught children and adults of all ages, but never thought, I would be teaching my mother to do anything. Inspite of, the fear on her face when she first saw our gift, my mother was very excited to get started. She sat astonished and amazed on the screen lit up and the various icons presented themselves. Slowly, but surely my mother caught on, preparing notes in a mini spiral book. I wondered how she’d far without me. But thereafter, she only spoke on her game on the computer to me. She even forgot to ask her stock question, “What did you have for supper? ” It was no longer on the agenda. She talked about RAM, ROM and CPU terms spilled out effortlessly from her mother. My mother had learned a new mother tongue.
After a lifetime of being her child, I was finally the one with knowledge to share with my mummy. But even now, I realise she continuous to teach me. I understand the fact that its not the matter of age, its the “willing spirit which is capable of anything”.