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BA SEMESTER I EXAMINATION

COMMUNICATIVE ENGLISH

Paper I: Functional Writing

Time: 2 hrs Max. Marks: 50


All questions are compulsory and each carries 5 marks

I. Rewrite as instructed:
• I am glad that Icarus did not leap off the cliff. (Rewrite the sentence starting “ When I heard that Icarus” )
• I cannot trust you to cross the road on your own your hearing has got worse oh dear we forgot your appointment with the ENT( Insert pounctuation)
• “She looked at her daughter in her bridal finery...” complete using the words heart, bird and sings.
• Find another way to say “I am so hungry I could eat a lot”
• Who are you? What do you do? I have not seen you before? What is your occupation? You don’t seem familiar ( Remove sentences which mean the same thing and re-write as a single sentence)

II. Read the following paragraph and answer the questions that follow in a few words or not more than three sentences.

Inspiration

Yes, it exits. Somehow.
To be inspired: we know what it means, even how it sometimes feels, but what is it exactly? Filled suddenly and often helplessly with renewed life and energy, a sense of excitement that can barley be contained; but why some things –a word, a glance, a scene glimpsed from a window, a random memory, a fragrance, a conversational anecdote, a fragment of music, or of a dream – have the power to stimulate us to intense creativity while most others do not, we are unable to say. We all know what it was like to have been inspired, in the past; yet we can’t have faith that we will be inspired in the future. Most writers apply themselves doggedly to their work, hoping that inspiration will return. It can be like striking a damp match again, again, again: hoping a small flame will leap out, before the match breaks.

I think that early Surrealists were right: the world is a ‘forest of signs’ for us to interpret. The visual world contains ‘messages’ beneath its apparent disorder, just as meanings lie beneath the apparent disorder of the dream. Images abound to those who look with reverence, and are primed to see; like the Surrealist photographer Man ray wandering Parisian streets with his camera, anticipating nothing, but leaving himself open to document availability, or chance.


• How, according to the writer, does it mean to be inspired? Use her words
• What do the words “glimpsed” and “random” emphasise?
• Analyse the use of “Somehow” in line one
• Apart from hoping that inspiration will return, what else can a person do, according to the writer, in order to be inspired?
• The author of this essay is a writer of poetry and prose; which lines hep you to identity that?


III. Name 5 parts of a building(Any building).


IV. Fill in the following with a single appropriate describing, doing or naming word.

• Don’t be so -----------------? I thought you were a more -----------------person
• The horse is ------------------; its forefathers are from an illustrious bloodline
• Don’t -------------like a lion in ----------------, you have to learn to stay indoors more often.
• Hmnn, that smells so --------------------, I think I will ---------------into it
• You ------------------, --------------------------rascal, I thought you had more --------------------









V. Write about your hands in five paragraphs, detailing different occasions on which you have been grateful that you had hands.

VI. Match words from group A with their antonyms in group B

A B

Distant Analog
Desolate Angelic
Desperate Proximate
Devilish Happy
Digital Casual


VII. Give stronger versions of the following words
• Anger
• Drizzle
• Irritation
• Bright
• Bad



VIII. Fill in the blnks
A -----------------------is proof that a payment has been made. A --------------proves that the journey has been paid for. A -------------------records many paid into an account. A --------------------makes exchange of bought goods easier. A---------------------stores information in a computer.

IX. Read the following verse and answer the questions that follow, in not more than three sentences

I travelled in the Arab homeland
With only a notebook.
Police stations tossed me about,
And all I had was a sparrow in my pocket
But the officer asked
For the sparrow’s passport.
The word in my country needs a passport.

• What could the sparrow in the poet’s pocket signify?
• Is the poet a free man?
• What does it mean when the poet says that the in his country the word needs a passport?
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X. What are the following called?
• Someone who is not on the payroll of a college/university but is invited to teach.
• The woman in charge of a girl’s hostel
• A doctor who specialises in making teeth more attractive
• The leaf in a crown of leaves that signifies triumph
• The young of a fish

Love

Love is thoughtful
Love is kind
Love is something
I could always cherish inside

Its not a memory
Its not a lie
Its more than a feeling inside
How much love is cannot be measured
Only told by a kiss & a sweet bye
Which you ask for and i deny

I love you more than words can say
And ill love you till the end of my days
No matter how much you ignore the words I say
Your each line is felt somewhere
Whether your there or not there

You hold my hand & tell me whats in your mind
So i can put the world behind
But it never works each & every time
Nevertheless I will be there for you
Knowing the love we have shall never die
And your kiss may never quench the thirst

Your heart is for what I have fallen & not the looks
Though you scream at me for small things
And make me angry knowingly
Ill always be mad in love with you
Because your the only one who appreciated me
Now your the sweetest thing on my mind

Until it subsides Ill not cry
Why I love you cannot be answered
Only be thought for a millionth time
Seriously I do not know why
Why your the one stuck on my mind

You supported me in my tears
And cajoled me in my sorrows
Maybe I'm a little too hyper
But I cannot help it
Your a little too nice to forget
A little too cute to be left alone

What I only know right now
Is what actually matters to me
i.e. I Love You and You Love me.

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HEY THIS IS SOMETHIN U MUST READ...

An ingenious example of speech and politics occurred recently in the United Nations Assembly that made the world community smile.

A representative from India began: 'Before beginning my talk I want to tell you something about Rishi Kashyap of Kashmir, after whom Kashmir is named.

When he struck a rock and it brought forth water, he thought, 'What a good opportunity to have a bath.'

He removed his clothes, put them aside on the rock and entered the water.

When he got out and wanted to dress, his clothes had vanished. A Pakistani had stolen them.'

The Pakistani representative jumped up furiously and shouted, 'What are you talking about? The Pakistanis weren't there then.'

The Indian representative smiled and said, 'And now that we have made that clear, I will begin my speech.'

And they say Kashmir belongs to them………………………………………..

THE ACCIDENT-By Usha Rao
When I had just pushed
into my mouth a piece of cake,
I heard a very very,heart breaking
Noise of a sudden break
Some one had come under the car
I was afraid of going behind the bar.
People gathered around
Immediately,very,very fast;
They all started shouting,screaming
And made a great sound.
I slowly opened the door
Of my beautiful car
Then I saw my driver
Standing away very far!
Police came,Crowd dispersed
Shifting her body,the old lady stirred
But she unable to bear the pain
Now having come to her sense loudly cried...
It was a ghastly sound.
I lend for help,my healthy hand
But the police started making queries.
Luckily his voice melted up
In the noise of a wedding music band!
I then quickly pushed into the hands of the police
A brand new note of rupees five hundred.
He hurriedly passed it in his pocket,
And became a good friend.
The dead body of the old lady
Now lay by my side
Police was with the driver
Asked me to take the car aside
There were on the roads many lamps
But to me all was dark.
Police asked the driver now
To stop the car near the park
He silently took the old lady
Out of my ambassador car
Showed a big salute to me
Asked me to go very far!
This accident of many,many years,
Yet like clouds,the events
Gather in front of my eyes,
But I cannot see anything
Because of my tears.
What do you'll think of this poem?

My grandpa has the most amazing attitude!

It is in the blood of my family to be worried and upset I suppose.They have to get all worked up for even the tiniest of things and make an issue out of it.My grandfather however is unlike the rest.His attitude matches his physical appearance-a healthy old man with hardly any hair,a big fat tummy and not to forget,his grin(though he has very few teeth left).My grandpa unlike the others as I said,is always in a good mood and he always has something positive to say.It was not only me but almost everyone in the neighbourhood who loved my grandpa.
A lot of people came home regularly to talk to my grandpa because of his lovely attitude towards life.He was a natural motivator and would teach people to look at the positive side of things.Seeing this style made me really curious.So one day,I went up to grandpa and asked him how a person could be so positive all the time.Grandpa grinned and said,"Each morning I wake up and say to myself-I have 2 choices today-to be in a good mood or in a bad mood.I always choose to be in a good mood."I protested and said that life was not that easy."Ofcourse it is!"he said."Life is all about choices when you cut out the junk from every situation."
Several months later,Grandpa fell ill and had to undergo a surgery.After 2 years of treatment,he was fine.When i asked him how he was,he said that he could not be any better.I looked at him rather amused."I had to make a choice to live or to die.I chose to live"he said laughing.
Grandpa's attitude could sail him through any kind of situation.My grandpa has the most amazing attitude!

Love.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- I carry your heart by E.E Cumminugs

Over the years, my perception of love has changed. When I was younger, love was magical, something waiting to happen. Something that would change my life forever. Love was Aladdin-Jasmine, Snow White and her Prince, Cinderella and her Prince.

Slowly, as I grew up, love became more.. real. It still remained the-thing-that-would-change-my-life, but it started to have more layers, more depth. Love was Romeo and Juliet. Love was Shahrukh Khan and Kajol in DDLJ, in they yellow mustard fields clinging to each other with all their might because they knew their path wouldn't be easy. Love was surrender.

Then, I found Jane Austen. Love became Elizabeth and Mr.Darcy. Love became Elinor and Edward Ferrars. Love became two people who meet, find a connection, find each other and themselves, separate and find each other again.

For me now, love is all of this and sometimes, only one. But it still remains the-thing-that-changed-my-life :)

In a flurry of thought,
the decision was made
Like cat and dog they fought,
but both, the price paid

With the blowing wind, came memories old
and with it took dear stories untold
A muffled cry, the heart does scream
hoping to God- its only a dream
But as the hit sinks deeper still
tears shall run, surely it will

Why comes such change between two souls?
two souls with love that stretched the poles
It feels unright...but not so wrong
seems time to wait- but how long?
for clarity to fill these gaps of question
and change to understanding, this lonely impression

Patiently now, she decides to wait
not daring to wonder about his fate
lest it deepen these wounds of pain
and leave her bleeding, sad and slain

tHe LoVe Of My LiFe:):):)

BASKETBALL – the word that gives me an adrenaline rush . To others it maybe just a forty minute game . But for me it is the very reason why life is so meaningful. Initially I started playing basketball just to burn calories , but little did I know what was in store for me . Slowly it became one of my main priorites .
Basketball is a team game where you support each other on and off court . The team’s priorites prevail over individual interests . In my team all of us happen to be average players but the miracles we can create together as a team is something all other teams are envious about. We live together as one big happy family. I dunno whether it’s the parties ,outstation tournaments or those millions of practice sessions that brought us closer but whatever it is , I am glad that the bonding happened . For otherwise I would have missed out on knowing such wonderful people .
Letme confess I have had my highs and lows . There have been times when I would just breakdown and say “This is it . I cannot take more. I will QUIT!.” But the love and passion for my game that lies within will keep the spark alive.
Today I just returned from a tournament and we lost by 2 BASKETS ! yes u read that right 2 BASKETS ! All we did this summer was practice and all of us even gave up our shopping sessions, parties and not to forget long vacation trips only because we wanted to focus on our game. Also since there are very limited opportunities in India, it is important that we make the best use of every opportunity that comes by our way. So even a single loss can be very demoralizing.
Today we have lost the battle but definitely have won the war , for I know that we are the only team that will remain a team no matter what. This tournament has taught us only if you fall will you learn to get up . Hence we are all ready to BOUNCE BACK!:)

the indian bazaars.....

the world of indian bazaars....may seem a ll bizzare to the non indians ...let us analyse this situation a ll more.
the indian markets anywhere have the same enviornment of.......a constant roar,pedlars shrieking,buyers screamin too...but at the horror of the prices,shopkeepers wail at the reunition facing them if they lowred thier rates any further.goods spilled anywhere,fruits, clothes,fish and the odours so strong...they feel as loud as sounds.people bumping into each other,elbowing one another in order to reach and squeeze the mangoes,exchange thier kids who get interchanged,yell for the proper change,demand their oranges be weighed again with weights that looked like they d be made at the shopkeepesr house.avoiding persistant beggars....checking
for the final time they were takin the right kid home...ha ha..inspite of of all that clamour,throats aching from all the haggaling,feet aching from all that walking,a general sence of triumph of having beaten the shopkeepers....this is the true spirit of the bazzars....the bazzars of india.

When my kite don't fly
and I don't know why
When yesterday seems a better place
for today sees a brand new face
Although my mind is at rest
Turmoil persists beneath my breast
This heavy heart I wish to leave behind
but for that I have to find
a way to take all but this pain
for all else is my treasured gain
Where lies this secret that I seek
the art to separate myself from the weak
I crave to rise, jump, fly and dive
back into the ocean that keeps me alive

Maybe the merging of tears with rain
the combination of joy and pain
is the secret to this game
the oil to feed this dying flame

Separation never did one good
it built the wall that bravely stood
resounding all that came its way
all the while thinking 'tis fair play'
never once did it see
until the crack that brought its fall
the personified ignorance it could be
to him, her, them, and all.

Yes, merging is the key
for without wholeness, what are we?

DREAMSTARE

I saw a long and winding road.It seemed to lead right into the dark horizon.I floated down this road,my body moving of its own accord. There was an eerie silence all around me. The dark fields on either side of the road stretched on endlessly. Suddenly I slowed down as a desolate tree came into view. A woman was bound to the tree by strong thick vines that cut into her wrists. What caught me off guard was the fact that the woman was tied to the tree a good 6 feet above the ground. Her long dark hair was splayed across her face,completely concealing it. I tried to speak as I went nearer but the words stuck in my throat. I knew this woman. As I floated nearer to the tree the woman shook her hair off her face and looked right at me. I looked back into my own eyes.