1.You are Abhinav Sinha, a resident of 121 Paschim Vihar, Delhi. The residents of your locality face a lot of inconvenience due to the non-functioning street lights. The condition worsens in winter as it gets dark early. Write a letter to the Municipal Corporation of Delhi in 100-120 words, requesting to fix the issue at the earliest.
About the poem:
The poet narrates the story of a brook talking like it was a person in this poem. It starts with the brook telling us where it started from, and the different landscapes it covered as it made its way towards the river where it ended. When he compares the way the brook continues running with human beings who die after some time, he likens it to one`s life journey. However, unlike people who die at some point after having lived for a given period of time but the stream continues flowing as ever thus eternalizes life itself; death does not touch it at all costs; the water course goes forth anew always thanks once again also with us!
Summary (Stanza wise)
The poem "The Brook" describes the journey of a brook as it flows through various landscapes.
I come from haunts of coot and hern;
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.
Paraphrasing: The brook starts its journey in a place frequented by coots and herons. It flows swiftly and emerges among ferns, making its way down a valley.
By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.
Paraphrasing: It rushes past thirty hills and flows through narrow ridges, passing by twenty small villages and fifty bridges.
Till last by Philip’s farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
Paraphrasing: Eventually, the brook reaches Philip's farm, where it joins a larger river. The brook reflects on the constancy of its flow compared to the transient nature of human life.
I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.
Paraphrasing: The brook describes its journey, making noise as it flows over stones, forming small bays and bubbling over pebbles. It flows happily and makes a bubbling sound.
With many a curve in my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.
Paraphrasing: It meanders through fields and meadows, passing by fairy-like landscapes with willow-weed and hairy stem plants.
I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,
And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,
Paraphrasing: The brook continues its journey, encountering blossoms, trout, and grayling fish along the way. It flows over golden gravel and carries them along with it. It moves in a zig zag manner carrying a foamy flake on its surface.
And draw them all along,
and flow To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.
Paraphrasing: It flows past lawns and hazel covers, gently moving forget-me-nots that grow for lovers. It glides smoothly, reflecting the sun's rays on its sandy shallows.
I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.
I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;
And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
Paraphrasing: The brook murmurs under the moon and stars, flowing through wild, brambly areas. It pauses around its sandy bars and cresses before continuing its journey.
Throughout its course, the brook reflects on the unchanging nature of its flow, contrasting with the transient nature of human existence.
Very Short Answer Based Questions
Q1: What is the
common name of the buccal cavity?
Q2: Name the enzyme present in
saliva?
Q3: Which organ releases gastric juice?
Q4: Name
the digestive juice(s) the small intestine receives.
Q5: Name
the largest digestive gland.
Q6: What is the length of the small
intestine in a human adult?
Rhyme scheme: abaab cdccd efeef ghggh
Poetic devices used in the poem
Metaphor:
The diverging roads symbolize life choices and paths taken.
The word undergrowth stands for the future into which the poet cannot see.
By: Vikram Seth
Summary:
The poem tells the story of a boastful frog and a talented nightingale. Every night, the frog sings terribly, much to the annoyance of the other creatures in the bog. One night, a beautiful song fills the air – it's the nightingale singing for the first time. The frog is awestruck by her song.
Q1. Who is Mukesh and what is his dream?
Answer: Mukesh comes from a family of bangle craftsmen in Firozabad, where every household is involved in bangle production. They reside in incomplete dwellings and malodorous alleys. When questioned, Mukesh expresses, "I aspire to become a motor mechanic and learn to drive a car." This desire reflects his ambition to be independent and in control of his own destiny
Question: Write the full form of the following acronyms:
1. AI
2. CV
3. NLP
4. NLU
Q1. What is intelligence?
Answer: The ability to understand and deal with new situations is called intelligence. Intelligence includes problem-solving, decision-making, reasoning, planning, linguistic skills and many more.
e.g. If you notice a dark cloud forming in the sky, your instinct (intelligence) will prompt you to seek shelter. Similarly, when you encounter a friend on the street, your intelligence will tell you to offer a friendly greeting and catch up with him/her.
Q1. What is Saheb looking for in the garbage dumps? Where is he and where has he come from?
Answer: Saheb, a scavenger and a rag picker hailing from Seemapuri, a suburban enclave in East Delhi, perpetually scours the garbage heaps in search of valuable items. For the children, rubbish holds a mystique, while for the adults, it represents a lifeline. It serves as the daily sustenance for scavengers like Saheb. Occasionally, he chances upon a rupee, or even a ten-rupee note, or a silver coin, fostering a perpetual hope for greater discoveries. Seemapuri is home to over 10,000 such scavengers. Saheb migrated from the verdant fields of Dhaka, where his abode and fields were ravaged by storms, leaving them bereft of adequate sustenance. However, in Delhi, they retire to bed without the pangs of hunger gnawing at their stomachs.
