CTET Paper-II English: Questions 181 - 186 of 191
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It is a common belief that the ultimate cause of our backwardness in most fields is illiteracy. Campaigns for the eradication of this drawback gathered momentum in the past four decades after independence. The results are as expected, dramatic. However, while the percentage of literacy in India is going up, the number of illiterates has also been increasing, which is really incredible. Thus according to the 1991 census figures, there were 503 million illiterates in the country, 30 million more than in 1981. During the same period, the percentage of literacy went up from 34 to 39 percent. There is no need of any sophisticated technique to explain the cause of the paradox, as it is obviously the result of the rapid growth of population. The rapid growth of population has outpaced whatever little progress had been achieved in literacy. For instance, from 1971 to 1981, literacy increased at an annual average rate of 0.7 percent, while the country’s population grew by 2.15 percent every year. In the following decade the average rate of annual increase in literacy was 0.95 percent, whereas the population grew by almost 2.85 percent every year during that decade. But population explosion is not entirely responsible for the growing number of illiterates. The apathy of most states in failing to tackle the problem of adult illiteracy is also partly to blame. Till now, they have shown little awareness of the magnitude of the problem. Moreover, follow-up measures to prevent neo-literates from relapsing into illiteracy are just as important as the initial adult literacy campaigns. In this case too, the State Education Authorities are negligent. Not sufficient provision has been made for ‘continued education’. This can be done by setting up more rural libraries, adult schools and correspondence courses.
Question number: 181 (8 of 9 Based on Passage) Show Passage
Question number: 182 (9 of 9 Based on Passage) Show Passage
There was a time in my life when beauty meant something special to me. I guess that would have been when I was about six or seven years old, just several weeks or may be a month before the orphanage turned me into an old man.
I would get up every morning at the orphanage, make my bed just like the little soldier that I had become and then I would get into one of the two straight lines and march to breakfast with the other twenty or thirty boys who also lives in my dormitory.
After breakfast one Saturday morning I returned to the dormitory and saw the house parent chasing the beautiful monarch butterflies that lives by the hundreds in the bushes around the orphanage.
I carefully watched as he caught these beautiful creatures, one alter the other, and then took them from the net and then stuck straight pins through their head and wings, pinning them onto a heavy cardboard sheet. How cruel it was to kill something of such beauty. I had walked many times out into the bushes, all by myself, just so the butterflies could land on my head, face and hands so I could look at them up close.
When the telephone rang the house parent laid the large cardboard paper down on the back cement step and went inside to answer the phone. I walked up to the cardboard and looked at the one butterfly who he had just pinned to the large paper. It was still moving about so I reached down and touched it on the wing causing one of the pins to fall out. It started flying around and around trying to get away but is was still pinned by the one wing with the other straight pin. Finally its wing broke off and the butterfly fell to the ground and just quivered.
I picked up the torn wing and the butterfly and I spat on its wing and tried to get it to stick back on so it could fly away and be free before the house parent came back. But it would not stay on him.
The next thing I knew the house parent came walking back out of the back door by the garbage room and started yelling at me. I told him that I did not do anything but he did not believe me. He picked up the cardboard paper and started hitting me on the top of the head. There were all kinds of butterfly pieces going everywhere. He threw the cardboard down on the ground and told me to pick it up and put it in the garbage.
I sat there in the dirt, by that big old tree, for the longest time trying to fit all the butterfly pieces back together so I could bury them whole, but it was too hard to do. So I prayed for them and then I put them in an old torn up shoe box and I buried them in the bottom of the fort that I had built in the ground, out by the large bamboos, near the blackberry bushes.
Every year when the butterflies would return to the orphanage and try to land on me I would try and shoo them away because they did not know that the orphanage was a bad place to live and a very bad place to die.
Question number: 183 (1 of 9 Based on Passage) Show Passage
Why would the author try to shoo away the butterflies which tried to land on him?
Because the author did not like the butterflies sitting on him
Because the house parent had warned him against it
Because he thought that the butterflies would suffer a very bad death if they stayed in the orphanage
Because the butterflies were too many in number
Question number: 184 (2 of 9 Based on Passage) Show Passage
Question number: 185 (3 of 9 Based on Passage) Show Passage
Why were butterfly pieces flying everywhere?
Because the house parent did not pin the butterflies correctly
Because the author realized that the house parent was not doing the right thing
Because the house parent went to attend a phone call
|d.||None of the above|
Question number: 186 (4 of 9 Based on Passage) Show Passage
Why was the author trying to fit all the butterfly pieces back together?
Because the house parent would yell at him otherwise
Because he was told to do so by the house parent
Because he was responsible for the death of the butterflies
|d.||None of the above|