St. Joseph’s College of Commerce B.Com. 2014 II Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – APRIL 2014

B.COM – II Semester

ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                               Max. Marks: 100                                                                                                

SECTION – A

 

Indian English Literature pertains to that body of work by writers from India, who pen strictly in the English language and whose native or co-native language could be one of the numerous regional and indigenous languages of India. English literature in India is also intimately linked with the works of associates of the Indian diaspora, especially with people like Salman Rushdie who was born in Indian but presently resides elsewhere.

 

Development of Indian English Literature

 

Indian English literature precisely conforming to its gradual evolution had all begun in the summers of 1608 when Emperor Jahangir, in the court of the Mughals, had welcomed Captain William Hawkins, Commander of British Naval Expedition Hector, in a gallant manner. Though India was under the British rule, still, English was adopted by the Indians as a language of understanding and awareness, education and literary expression with an important means of communication amongst various people of dissimilar religions.

 

Indian English literature, quite understandably, spurs attention from every quarter of the country, making the genre admired in its own right. Creative writing in English is looked at as an integral part of the literary traditions in the Indian perspective of fine arts. In early times of British rule, the novelistic writing, indeed the Indian English dramas and Indian English poetry, had tremendously arrested attention of the native masses. Every possible regional author was dedicated in their intelligence to deliver in the `British mother tongue`, highly erudite and learned as they were even in such periods. The man that comes to surface more than once in all the genres of Indian English literature is Rabindranath Tagore, who possibly was an unending ocean of knowledge and intellect, still researched as an institution in him.

 

The truthfulness and honesty of the writers writing in English is often made a theme of suspect in their own country and in other English-speaking countries they are indeed addressed as `marginal` to the mainstream of English literature. Indian English literature writers are sometimes incriminated of forsaking the national or regional language and penning in a western, “alien” language; their dedication to the nation is considered in much suspicion, a rather unfortunate sensibility for such intelligent and cultured wonders.

 

Indian literature in English dates back to the 1830s, to Kashiprasad Ghosh, who is considered the first Indian poet writing in English. SocheeChunderDutt was the first writer of fiction, thus bringing in the tremendous attraction and brilliancy of admiration of Indian English novels. In the beginning, however, political writing in the novel or essay format was dominant, as can be seen in Raja Ram Mohan Roy and his extraordinary output. He had written and dedicated pages about social reform and religion in India, solely in the medium of English.

 

Style of Indian English Literature

`Stylistic influence` from the local languages appears to be an exceptional feature of much of the Indian literature in English – the local language construction and system is very much reflected in the illustrations, as is mirrored in the literal translation of local idioms. Yet one more breathtaking and praiseworthy feature of these English Indian writers is that they have not only `nativised` the `British mother tongue` in terms of stylistic features, but, they have also acculturated English in terms of the `Indianised context`. A broad view that the mother tongue is the primary means of literary creativity is still generally held across cultural diversity. Creativeness in another tongue is often measured as a deviation from this strict norm. The native language is considered `pure`, it is addressed as a standard model of comparison. This however have caused difficulties for non-native writers of Indian English literature and it is more than infrequently that they have to guard themselves writing again, in English.

 

Writers of Indian English literature

Besides the legendary and hugely venerated Indian English literary personalities like Rabindranath Tagore (Sadhana) or R K Narayan ( Malgudi days), later novelists like Kamala Markandaya (Nectar in a Sieve, Some Inner Fury, A Silence of Desire, Two Virgins), ManoharMalgaonkar (Distant Drum, Combat of Shadows, The Princes, A Bend in the Ganges and The Devil`s Wind), Anita Desai (Clear Light of Day, The Accompanist, Fire on the Mountain, Games at Twilight) and NayantaraSehgal, have ceaselessly captured the spirit of an independent India struggling to break away from the British and traditional Indian cultures and establish a distinct identity.

 

During the 1980`s and 90`s, India had emerged as a major literary nation. Salman Rushdie`s `Midnight`s Children` had become a rage around the world, even winning the Booker Prize. The worldwide success of Vikram Seth`s ` Midnight`s Children ` made him the first writer of the Indian Diaspora to enter the sphere of elite international writers and leave an indelible mark on the global literary scene. Other Indian English literature Novelists of repute of the contemporary times include – V.S. Naipaul, Shobha De (Selective Memory), G.V. Desani, M Ananthanarayanan, Bhadani Bhattacharya, Arun Joshi, Khushwant Singh, O.V. Vijayan, Allan Sealy (The Trotternama), SashiTharoor (Show Business, The Great Indian Novel), Amitav Ghosh (Circle of Reason, Shadow Lines) and others.

 

The writer in the genre of Indian English literature, who took the world with a storm, was Arundhati Roy, whose `The God of Small Things` won the 1997 Booker Prize and became an international best-seller overnight. Rohinton Mistry, Firdaus Kanga, Kiran Desai (Strange Happenings in the Guava Orchard), SudhirKakar (The Ascetic of Desire), ArdeshirVakil (Beach Boy) and JhumpaLahiri (Interpreter of Maladies) are some other renowned writers of Indian origin. Former Prime Minister P.V. Narasimha Rao`s The Insider; Satish Gujral`s A Brush with Life; R.K. Laxman`s The Tunnel of Time, Prof. Bipin Chandra`s India After Independence, Sunil Khilnani`s The Idea of India, J.N. Dixit`s Fifty Years of India`s Foreign Policy, Yogesh Chadha`s Rediscovering Gandhi and Pavan K.Varma`s The Great Indian Middle Class, are also outstanding works of the recent times.

 

The mid-20th century Indian literature in English had witnessed the emergence of poets such as Nissim Ezekiel (The Unfurnished Man), P Lal, A K Ramanujan (The Striders, Relations, Second Sight, Selected Poems), Dom Moraes (A Beginning), Keki .N . Daruwalla, Geive Patel were profoundly influenced by literary movements taking place in the West, like Symbolism, Surrealism, Existentialism, Absurdism and Confessional Poetry. These authors heavily had made use of Indian phrases alongside English words and had tried to reproduce a blend of the Indian and the Western cultures.

 

Indian English literature is an honest enterprise to demonstrate the ever rare gems of Indian writing in English. From being a singular and exceptional, rather gradual native flare-up of geniuses, Indian English has turned out to be a new form of Indian culture and voice in which India converses regularly. While Indian authors – poets, novelists, essayists, dramatists – have been making momentous and considerable contributions to world literature since the pre-Independence era, the past few years have witnessed a gigantic prospering and thriving of Indian English writing in the global market. Not only are the works of Indian authors writing in English surging on the best-seller list, they are also incurring and earning an immense amount of critical acclamation. Commencing from Mulk Raj Anand, R. K. Narayan, Anita Desai, Sarojini Naidu, ToruDutt to Salman Rushdie, Vikram Seth, Allan Sealy, Amitav Ghosh, JhumpaLahiri, Chitra Banerjee, Arundhati Roy, Vikram Chandra – the panache of fine Indian writers is long and much augmented.

 

  1. Answer the following questions in about a paragraph each.                             (3×5=15)

 

  1. Comment on the influence of native essence on the core concept of Indian writings in English.
  2. What do you have to say about the influence of English Writers on Indian Writing in English?
  3. Track the way in which India emerged as a Literary Nation?
  4. II) Answer the following questions in about 2 – 3 paragraphs each.                    (2×10=20)

 

  1. “English literature in India is also intimately linked with the works of associates of the Indian diaspora, especially with people like Salman Rushdie who was born in Indian but presently resides elsewhere.” Comment on the idea of writers living abroad and writing about India. How can their writings be different from those who are living here?

 

  1. What are the major changes over the years in the world of Indian Writing in English? Comment on those changes.

 

SECTION – B

 

III) Answer any THREE of the following questions in about 200 words each. (3×15=45)

  1. Examine the village life in the stories of Mohammad Basheer and P. Lankesh.
  2. What is your opinion on the element of supernatural in the short story – The Overcoat? Do you think such stories could influence your belief in spirits/the supernatural?
  3. Critically comment on the caste system mentioned in P. Lankesh’sClassmate. Support your opinion with the references from the text.
  4. Do you think Akakiy Akakievitch failed to get social justice? Whom do you consider to be responsible for his death: society or the authority who could nothear an ordinary man’s plea? Justify your stand.

SECTION – C

 

  1. IV) Answer any TWO of the following questions in about 200 words each. (2×10=20)
  2. How does Charles Baudelaire portraythe Philanthropist in his poem Let’s beat up the Poor?
  3. Comment on the concepts of conflict of mind and body in the poems you have read.
  4. Interpret the followingVachana of Basavanna, Keeping in mind its implications for the present world.
Do not steal, do not kill
Do not lie, do not lose your temper
Do not hate, other people
Do not praise yourself
Do not blame the enemy
This purity inner and outer
This is the way to please God KudalaSangama.

 

 

 

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce B.Com. 2014 III Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – October 2014

B.COM (Travel & Tourism) – III Semester

 ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                           Max. Marks: 100

Section -A

  1. Write short notes on the following in about 100 words.     (4×5 =20)
  2. ‘Waah’ as a note of delighted approval.
  3. Blockbusters versus Independent films.
  4. E.M. Forster, as an interviewee.
  5. Clergies reaction to Franklin’s lightning rod in An Outline of Intellectual Rubbish

 

III. Answer the following questions in about 250 words.                               (4×10 =40)

 

  1. “It has been said that man is a rational animal. All my life I have been searching for evidence which could support this”.

How does Bertrand Russell reason out the above statement? What are his suggestions to mankind to combat superstition and irrational beliefs?

  1. Discuss the importance of repetition in music? How does the human mind react to the repetition of sound?
  2. 7. “One’s craft, one’s art, is his expressions, not one’s person,”. In view of this statement describe the nature of author interviews mentioned by Hannah Rosefield in her essay ‘No More Questions’

8 Narrate any one version of the central event of the film Rashomon (1950). In your opinion who is the most vulnerable character in the film? Give reasons for your answer.

 

Section – B

 Read the following passage and answer the following questions.

Film is a reflection of society, both present and past. A film and it’s innovations sometimes has to catch up to society but sometimes it leads society too catch up with it. Movies are stories; movies are people who come out with ideas about something they want to say something they want to tell someone. Movies are a form of communication and that communication, those stories, comes from societies- not just where society is presently and what it’s doing now- but where society has been. It’s been that way for as long as movies have been around.

Movies are different things to different people, that is what is so incredible about them. For some movies are about escapism. Movies are about sitting in a theatre, watching something- watching a story unfold with people I don’t know- watching that happen and emoting an emotion knowing that for those two hours, when I walk into that theatre, I don’t have to worry about what is going on outside. I lose myself in what I’m watching. Movies can educate too. They tell us things we never could have known. They tell us things we might not know, and they give us a way to explore the past, the present and the future.

The reason why movies have become so popular, it’s because the images move. They’re not static. I could stare at a Van-Gogh’s painting for hours, but I sit in a theatre and the images move. As the frames move and tell a story, it is that movement which emotionally connects you.  This is fundamentally why movies have become global. Every country has stories to tell, about their past, their culture now, and views of what the future will look like through their eyes. What hadn’t happened for many years, and what started to happen relatively recently was a couple of things. Firstly, movie theatres began to be built all over the world- not just here in the USA. In many parts of the world, the phenomenon of movie theatres is only ten or fifteen years old. These theatres give people a place to go, to escape, to learn.
Before that, society had the stories, but they didn’t really have the places to go and enjoy them like that. India, for example, wasn’t making six hundred films a year fifteen years ago. All of a sudden, the business part of film allowed people to invest and make movies- and also have somewhere to make their money back, in theatres! Then the internet came along.

The world is changing now faster. It’s constantly changing, and that constantly changing world is going to induce more movie-making. If you go on YouTube, you can see the most talented young people all over the world who take a camera and start to film ideas they have and put them online. They’re going to be the future of the industry. The internet has connected the world together. So a person in Vietnam can put a movie on the internet which can be instantly seen all around the world, you simply couldn’t have done that before. Movies have become a world-wide feature. Movies allow people to be taken to places they can’t get to on their own- be it travel, or culture, or learning.  Great films are those that stand the test of time. That you can look at it later and still enjoy it.

The arts are not just one, they are all connected- and movies have become a huge part of the arts.

 

 

 

 

III. Answer the following questions in a sentence or two.                              (5×2=10)

  1. What makes ‘cinema’ as a mode of communication?
  2. Give any one reason why cinema has become a global phenomenon at present?
  3. How cinema paves the way to escape from the real world?
  4. Why cinema is considered as a popular genre than the others?
  5. What makes films as ‘great’ or ‘cult’ cinema?

 

  1. IV) Answer the following questions in about three paragraphs. (30 marks)
  2. What is the role of film in society and why has film become such a strong part of the arts? Discuss this with reference to the film Rashomon or any other film of your choice.

                                                                                                                                        (15 Marks)                                                          

  1. 11. How does a film sit alongside with other arts such as music and the visual arts? What is the role of music in popular cinema? Use references, analogies and discussions from the chapters taught in the class- room to elaborate your answer.

(15Marks)

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce B.B.M. 2015 II Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – ApRil 2015

B.B.M. –II Semester

ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                       Max. Marks: 100

 

Note:  Read the questions carefully and answer.

Do not exceed the paragraph limit.

            Each paragraph should contain at least four sentences.

 

SECTION – A

Below are the opening paragraphs of two major novels. Read them carefully and answer the questions.

Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoevsky

At the beginning of July, during an extremely hot spell, towards evening, a young man left the closet he rented from tenants in S——y Lane, walked out to the street, and slowly, as if indecisively, headed for the K——n Bridge.

He had safely avoided meeting his landlady on the stairs. His closet was located just under the roof of a tall, five-storied house, and was more like a cupboard than a room. As for the landlady, from whom he rented this closet with dinner and maid-service included, she lived one flight below, in separate rooms, and every time he went out he could not fail to pass by the landlady’s kitchen, the door of which almost always stood wide open to the stairs. And each time he passed by, the young man felt some painful and cowardly sensation, which made him wince with shame. He was over his head in debt to the landlady and was afraid of meeting her.

It was not that he was so cowardly and downtrodden, even quite the contrary; but for some time he had been in an irritable and tense state, resembling hypochondria. He was so immersed in himself and had isolated himself so much from everyone that he was afraid not only of meeting his landlady but of meeting anyone at all. He was crushed by poverty; but even his strained circumstances had lately ceased to burden him. He had entirely given up attending to his daily affairs and did not want to attend to them. As a matter of fact, he was not afraid of any landlady, whatever she might be plotting against him. But to stop on the stairs, to listen to all sorts of nonsense about this commonplace rubbish, which he could not care less about, all this badgering for payment, these threats and complaints, and to have to dodge all the while, make excuses, lie—oh, no, better to steal catlike down the stairs somehow and slip away unseen by anyone.

This time, however, as he walked out to the street, even he was struck by his fear of meeting his creditor.

“I want to attempt such a thing, and at the same time I’m afraid of such trifles!” he thought with a strange smile. “Hm . . . yes . . . man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice . . . That is an axiom . . . I wonder, what are people most afraid of? A new step, their own new word, that’s what they’re most afraid of . . . I babble too much, however. That’s why I don’t do anything, because I babble. However, maybe it’s like this: I babble because I don’t do anything. I’ve learned to babble over this past month, lying in a corner day in and day out, thinking about . . . cuckooland. Why on earth am I going now? Am I really capable of that? Is that something serious? No, not serious at all. I’m just toying with it, for the sake of fantasy. A plaything! Yes, a plaything, if you like!”

It was terribly hot out, and moreover it was close, crowded; lime, scaffolding, bricks, dust everywhere, and that special summer stench known so well to every Petersburger who cannot afford to rent a summer house—all at once these things unpleasantly shook the young man’s already overwrought nerves. The intolerable stench from the taverns, especially numerous in that part of the city, and the drunkards he kept running into even though it was a weekday, completed the loathsome and melancholy coloring of the picture. A feeling of the deepest revulsion flashed for a moment in the young man’s fine features. Incidentally, he was remarkably good-looking, taller than average, slender and trim, with beautiful dark eyes and dark blond hair. But soon he lapsed as if into deep-thought, or even, more precisely, into some sort of oblivion, and walked on no longer noticing what was around him, and not wishing to notice. He only muttered something to himself from time to time, out of that habit of monologues he had just confessed to himself. And at the same moment he was aware that his thoughts sometimes became muddled and that he was very weak: it was the second day that he had had almost nothing to eat…

 

War of the End of the World – Mario Vargas Llosa

The man was tall and so thin he seemed to be always in profile. He was dark-skinned and rawboned, and his eyes burned with perpetual fire. He wore shepherd’s sandals and the dark purple tunic draped over his body called to mind the cassocks of those missionaries who every so often visited the villages of the backlands, baptizing hordes of children and marrying men and women who were cohabiting. It was impossible to learn what his age, his background, his life story were, but there was something about his quiet manner, his frugal habits, his imperturbable gravity that attracted people even before he offered counsel.

He would appear all of a sudden, alone in the beginning, invariably on foot, covered with the dust of the road, every so many weeks, every so many months. His tall figure was silhouetted against the light of dusk or dawn as he walked down the one street of the town, in great strides, with a sort of urgency. He would make his way along determinedly, amid nanny goats with tinkling bells, amid dogs and children who stepped aside and stared at him inquisitively, not returning the greetings of the women who already knew him and were nodding to him and hastening to bring him jugs of goat’s milk and dishes of manioc and black beans. But he neither ate nor drank until he had gone as far as the church of the town and seen, once more, a hundred times over, that it was dilapidated, its paint faded, its towers unfinished and its walls full of holes and its floors buckling and its altars worm-eaten. A sad look would come over his face, with all the grief of a migrant from the Northeast whose children and animals have been killed by the drought, who has nothing left and must abandon his house, the bones of his dead, and flee, flee somewhere, not knowing where. Sometimes he would weep, and as he did so the black fire in his eyes would flare up in awesome flashes. He would immediately begin to pray. But not the way other men or women pray: he would stretch out face downward on the ground or the stones or the chipped tiles, in front of where the altar was or had been or would be, and would lie there praying, at times in silence, at times aloud, for an hour, two hours, observed with respect and admiration by the townspeople. He recited the Credo, the Our Father, and the Hail Marys that everyone was familiar with, and also other prayers that nobody had heard before but that, as the days, the months, the years went by, people gradually learned by heart. Where is the parish priest? they would hear him ask. Why isn’t there a pastor for the flock here? And each time he discovered that there was no priest in the village it made him as sad at heart as the ruin of the Lord’s dwelling place.

Only after having asked the Blessed Jesus’ pardon for the state in which they had allowed His house to fall did he agree to eat and drink something, barely a sample of what the villagers hastened to offer him even in years of scarcity. He was willing to sleep indoors with a roof over his head, in one or another of the dwellings where the people of the backlands offered him hospitality, but those who gave him lodging rarely saw him take his rest in the hammock or makeshift bed or on the mattress placed at his disposal. He would lie down on the floor, without even a blanket, and, leaning his head with its wild mane of jet-black hair on one arm, would sleep for a few hours. Always so few that he was the last one to retire at night and yet when the cowherds and shepherds who were up earliest left for the fields they would catch sight of him, already at work mending the walls and roof of the church.

He gave his counsel when dusk was falling, when the men had come back from the fields and the women had finished their household tasks and the children were already asleep. He gave it in those stony, treeless, open spots to be found in all the villages of the backlands at the main crossroads, which might have been called public squares if they had had benches, tree-lined walks, gardens, or had kept those that they had once had and that little by little had been destroyed by drought, pestilence, indolence. He gave it at that hour when the sky of the North of Brazil, before becoming completely dark and studded with stars, blazes amid tufted white, gray, or bluish clouds and there is a sort of vast fireworks display overhead, above the vastness of the world. He gave it at that hour when fires are lighted to chase away the insects and prepare the evening meal, when the steamy air grows less stifling and a breeze rises that puts people in better spirits to endure the sickness, the hunger, and the sufferings of life.

He spoke of simple and important things, not looking at any person in particular among those who surrounded him, or rather looking with his incandescent eyes beyond the circle of oldsters, men and women, children, at something or someone only he could see. Things that were understandable because they had been vaguely known since time immemorial, things taken in along with the milk of one’s mother’s breast. Present, tangible, everyday, inevitable things, such as the end of the world and the Last Judgment, which might well occur before the time it would take for the town to set the chapel with drooping wings upright again. What would happen when the Blessed Jesus looked down upon the sorry state in which they had left His house? What would He say of the behavior of pastors who, instead of helping the poor, emptied their pockets by charging them money for the succor of religion? Could the words of God be sold? Shouldn’t they be given freely, with no price tag attached? What excuse would be offered to the Father by priests who fornicated, despite their vows of chastity? Could they invent lies that would be believed by a God who can read a person’s thoughts as easily as the tracker on earth reads the trail left by a jaguar? Practical, everyday, familiar things, such as death, which leads to happiness if one comes to it with a pure and joyous soul, as to a fiesta. Were men animals? If they were not, they should pass through that door dressed in their very best, as a sign of reverence for Him whom they were about to meet. He spoke to them of heaven, and of hell as well, the domain of the Dog, paved with burning-hot coals and infested with rattlesnakes, and of how Satan could manifest himself by way of seemingly harmless innovations…

  1. Answer ALL in about one paragraph each. Each carries 5 marks. (4×5 = 20)
  2. What is the kind of atmosphere or mood that the first novel creates in its beginning?
  3. Comment on the description offered in the first paragraph of the second novel. Does the description help you in imagining the character?
  4. With which character can you identify easily and immediately? Why so?
  5. Point out and comment on any one similarity and one difference between both the beginnings.

 

 

  1. Answer ALL in about three or four paragraphs. Each carries 15 marks.                                                                                                                     (2×15 = 30)
  2. Indecision and hunger seem to be linked very deeply in the beginnings of ‘Crime and Punishment’. What other emotional and physical states does it deal with? Do you think it is an arresting way of beginning a novel? Respond by quoting words or phrases from the passage.

 

  1. The character in ‘War of the End of the World’ seems to be a humble preacher. The narrator says nothing about his past and yet describes his present condition with clarity; doesn’t know his name and yet describes his behaviour; doesn’t know where he comes from and yet seems to know where he is headed. The narrator tracks the movement of this preacher as though he were one of his followers. Why do you think the narrator adopts this technique? How do you think the narrative may unfold further and what might be the fate of this character? Respond using your imagination.

SECTION – B

  • Answer ANY FIVE questions in about two or three paragraphs. Each carries 10 marks. (5×10 = 50)
  1. In the story ‘Classmate’ what are the different techniques that Bhagavan uses to cure Basavegowda of his illness? What symbolic significance does it carry?
  2. Compare the story ‘The Overcoat’ with ‘Classmate’ and compare AkakiyAkakievitch with Shivappa. Do you think there are any parallels to both these stories and characters?
  3. The title of the prose poem ‘Let’s Beat Up The Poor!’ seems to be very provocative. The poem also aims for one particular thing: provocation. Whom do you think is the provocation intended: to the beggar in the poem or to the reader of the poem? And, is it successful in provoking?
  4. We seem to think of colonialism and racism as a thing of the past. Yet, traces of both are visible everywhere. How are they both dealt with in the story ‘India is a Strange Country’ and the poem ‘Telephone Conversation’?
  5. Write about any two vachanas that you have read in the class.
  6. Both ‘Like the Sun’ and ‘The Card-Sharper’s Daughter’ begin with an explicit message which the rest of the story would drive home. Compare both the stories and point out the similarities or differences in terms of the theme, style and structure of the writing.

 

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce II Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – ApRil 2015

B.COM (T. T) –II Semester

ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                       Max. Marks: 100

 

Note:  Read the questions carefully and answer.

Do not exceed the paragraph limit.

            Each paragraph should contain at least four sentences.

 

SECTION – A

Below are the opening paragraphs of two major novels. Read them carefully and answer the questions.

Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoevsky

At the beginning of July, during an extremely hot spell, towards evening, a young man left the closet he rented from tenants in S——y Lane, walked out to the street, and slowly, as if indecisively, headed for the K——n Bridge.

He had safely avoided meeting his landlady on the stairs. His closet was located just under the roof of a tall, five-storied house, and was more like a cupboard than a room. As for the landlady, from whom he rented this closet with dinner and maid-service included, she lived one flight below, in separate rooms, and every time he went out he could not fail to pass by the landlady’s kitchen, the door of which almost always stood wide open to the stairs. And each time he passed by, the young man felt some painful and cowardly sensation, which made him wince with shame. He was over his head in debt to the landlady and was afraid of meeting her.

It was not that he was so cowardly and downtrodden, even quite the contrary; but for some time he had been in an irritable and tense state, resembling hypochondria. He was so immersed in himself and had isolated himself so much from everyone that he was afraid not only of meeting his landlady but of meeting anyone at all. He was crushed by poverty; but even his strained circumstances had lately ceased to burden him. He had entirely given up attending to his daily affairs and did not want to attend to them. As a matter of fact, he was not afraid of any landlady, whatever she might be plotting against him. But to stop on the stairs, to listen to all sorts of nonsense about this commonplace rubbish, which he could not care less about, all this badgering for payment, these threats and complaints, and to have to dodge all the while, make excuses, lie—oh, no, better to steal catlike down the stairs somehow and slip away unseen by anyone.

This time, however, as he walked out to the street, even he was struck by his fear of meeting his creditor.

“I want to attempt such a thing, and at the same time I’m afraid of such trifles!” he thought with a strange smile. “Hm . . . yes . . . man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice . . . That is an axiom . . . I wonder, what are people most afraid of? A new step, their own new word, that’s what they’re most afraid of . . . I babble too much, however. That’s why I don’t do anything, because I babble. However, maybe it’s like this: I babble because I don’t do anything. I’ve learned to babble over this past month, lying in a corner day in and day out, thinking about . . . cuckooland. Why on earth am I going now? Am I really capable of that? Is that something serious? No, not serious at all. I’m just toying with it, for the sake of fantasy. A plaything! Yes, a plaything, if you like!”

It was terribly hot out, and moreover it was close, crowded; lime, scaffolding, bricks, dust everywhere, and that special summer stench known so well to every Petersburger who cannot afford to rent a summer house—all at once these things unpleasantly shook the young man’s already overwrought nerves. The intolerable stench from the taverns, especially numerous in that part of the city, and the drunkards he kept running into even though it was a weekday, completed the loathsome and melancholy coloring of the picture. A feeling of the deepest revulsion flashed for a moment in the young man’s fine features. Incidentally, he was remarkably good-looking, taller than average, slender and trim, with beautiful dark eyes and dark blond hair. But soon he lapsed as if into deep-thought, or even, more precisely, into some sort of oblivion, and walked on no longer noticing what was around him, and not wishing to notice. He only muttered something to himself from time to time, out of that habit of monologues he had just confessed to himself. And at the same moment he was aware that his thoughts sometimes became muddled and that he was very weak: it was the second day that he had had almost nothing to eat…

 

War of the End of the World – Mario Vargas Llosa

The man was tall and so thin he seemed to be always in profile. He was dark-skinned and rawboned, and his eyes burned with perpetual fire. He wore shepherd’s sandals and the dark purple tunic draped over his body called to mind the cassocks of those missionaries who every so often visited the villages of the backlands, baptizing hordes of children and marrying men and women who were cohabiting. It was impossible to learn what his age, his background, his life story were, but there was something about his quiet manner, his frugal habits, his imperturbable gravity that attracted people even before he offered counsel.

He would appear all of a sudden, alone in the beginning, invariably on foot, covered with the dust of the road, every so many weeks, every so many months. His tall figure was silhouetted against the light of dusk or dawn as he walked down the one street of the town, in great strides, with a sort of urgency. He would make his way along determinedly, amid nanny goats with tinkling bells, amid dogs and children who stepped aside and stared at him inquisitively, not returning the greetings of the women who already knew him and were nodding to him and hastening to bring him jugs of goat’s milk and dishes of manioc and black beans. But he neither ate nor drank until he had gone as far as the church of the town and seen, once more, a hundred times over, that it was dilapidated, its paint faded, its towers unfinished and its walls full of holes and its floors buckling and its altars worm-eaten. A sad look would come over his face, with all the grief of a migrant from the Northeast whose children and animals have been killed by the drought, who has nothing left and must abandon his house, the bones of his dead, and flee, flee somewhere, not knowing where. Sometimes he would weep, and as he did so the black fire in his eyes would flare up in awesome flashes. He would immediately begin to pray. But not the way other men or women pray: he would stretch out face downward on the ground or the stones or the chipped tiles, in front of where the altar was or had been or would be, and would lie there praying, at times in silence, at times aloud, for an hour, two hours, observed with respect and admiration by the townspeople. He recited the Credo, the Our Father, and the Hail Marys that everyone was familiar with, and also other prayers that nobody had heard before but that, as the days, the months, the years went by, people gradually learned by heart. Where is the parish priest? they would hear him ask. Why isn’t there a pastor for the flock here? And each time he discovered that there was no priest in the village it made him as sad at heart as the ruin of the Lord’s dwelling place.

Only after having asked the Blessed Jesus’ pardon for the state in which they had allowed His house to fall did he agree to eat and drink something, barely a sample of what the villagers hastened to offer him even in years of scarcity. He was willing to sleep indoors with a roof over his head, in one or another of the dwellings where the people of the backlands offered him hospitality, but those who gave him lodging rarely saw him take his rest in the hammock or makeshift bed or on the mattress placed at his disposal. He would lie down on the floor, without even a blanket, and, leaning his head with its wild mane of jet-black hair on one arm, would sleep for a few hours. Always so few that he was the last one to retire at night and yet when the cowherds and shepherds who were up earliest left for the fields they would catch sight of him, already at work mending the walls and roof of the church.

He gave his counsel when dusk was falling, when the men had come back from the fields and the women had finished their household tasks and the children were already asleep. He gave it in those stony, treeless, open spots to be found in all the villages of the backlands at the main crossroads, which might have been called public squares if they had had benches, tree-lined walks, gardens, or had kept those that they had once had and that little by little had been destroyed by drought, pestilence, indolence. He gave it at that hour when the sky of the North of Brazil, before becoming completely dark and studded with stars, blazes amid tufted white, gray, or bluish clouds and there is a sort of vast fireworks display overhead, above the vastness of the world. He gave it at that hour when fires are lighted to chase away the insects and prepare the evening meal, when the steamy air grows less stifling and a breeze rises that puts people in better spirits to endure the sickness, the hunger, and the sufferings of life.

He spoke of simple and important things, not looking at any person in particular among those who surrounded him, or rather looking with his incandescent eyes beyond the circle of oldsters, men and women, children, at something or someone only he could see. Things that were understandable because they had been vaguely known since time immemorial, things taken in along with the milk of one’s mother’s breast. Present, tangible, everyday, inevitable things, such as the end of the world and the Last Judgment, which might well occur before the time it would take for the town to set the chapel with drooping wings upright again. What would happen when the Blessed Jesus looked down upon the sorry state in which they had left His house? What would He say of the behavior of pastors who, instead of helping the poor, emptied their pockets by charging them money for the succor of religion? Could the words of God be sold? Shouldn’t they be given freely, with no price tag attached? What excuse would be offered to the Father by priests who fornicated, despite their vows of chastity? Could they invent lies that would be believed by a God who can read a person’s thoughts as easily as the tracker on earth reads the trail left by a jaguar? Practical, everyday, familiar things, such as death, which leads to happiness if one comes to it with a pure and joyous soul, as to a fiesta. Were men animals? If they were not, they should pass through that door dressed in their very best, as a sign of reverence for Him whom they were about to meet. He spoke to them of heaven, and of hell as well, the domain of the Dog, paved with burning-hot coals and infested with rattlesnakes, and of how Satan could manifest himself by way of seemingly harmless innovations…

  1. Answer ALL in about one paragraph each. Each carries 5 marks. (4×5 = 20)
  2. What is the kind ofatmosphere or moodthat thefirst novel creates in its beginning?
  3. Comment on the description offered in the first paragraph of the second novel. Does the description help you in imagining the character?
  4. With which character can you identify easily and immediately? Why so?
  5. Point out and comment on any one similarity and one difference between both the beginnings.

 

 

  1. Answer ALL in about three or four paragraphs. Each carries 15 marks.                                                                                                                     (2×15 = 30)
  2. Indecision and hunger seem to be linked very deeply in the beginnings of ‘Crime and Punishment’. What other emotional and physical states does it deal with? Do you think it is an arresting way of beginning a novel? Respond by quoting words or phrases from the passage.

 

  1. The character in ‘War of the End of the World’ seems to be a humble preacher. The narrator says nothing about his past and yet describes his present condition with clarity; doesn’t know his name and yet describes his behaviour; doesn’t know where he comes from and yet seems to know where he is headed. The narrator tracks the movement of this preacher as though he were one of his followers. Why do you think the narrator adopts this technique? How do you think the narrative may unfold further and what might be the fate of this character? Respond using your imagination.

SECTION – B

  • Answer ANY FIVE questions in about two or three paragraphs. Each carries 10 marks. (5×10 = 50)
  1. In the story ‘Classmate’ what are the different techniques that Bhagavan uses to cure Basavegowda of his illness? What symbolic significance does it carry?
  2. Compare the story ‘The Overcoat’ with ‘Classmate’ and compare AkakiyAkakievitch with Shivappa. Do you think there are any parallels to both these stories and characters?
  3. The title of the prose poem ‘Let’s Beat Up The Poor!’ seems to be very provocative. The poem also aims for one particular thing: provocation. Whom do you think is the provocation intended: to the beggar in the poem or to the reader of the poem? And, is it successful in provoking?
  4. We seem to think of colonialism and racism as a thing of the past. Yet, traces of both are visible everywhere. How are they both dealt with in the story ‘India is a Strange Country’ and the poem ‘Telephone Conversation’?
  5. Write about any two vachanas that you have read in the class.
  6. Both ‘Like the Sun’ and ‘The Card-Sharper’s Daughter’ begin with an explicit message which the rest of the story would drive home. Compare both the stories and point out the similarities or differences in terms of the theme, style and structure of the writing.

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St. Joseph’s College of Commerce IV Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – March/April 2015

B.Com – IV Semester

ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 hours                                                                                           Max Marks: 100

Section -A

  1. Answer ALL the following questions in a word, phrase or a sentence.

                                                                                                                                        (5×2= 10)

  1. What game is Holden describing at the beginning of the novel?
  2. Why does Holden get in to a fight with Stradlater?
  3. What piece of clothing did Holden buy during the team’s trip to New York?
  4. Name any one of Holden’s teachers at Prency prep.
  5. Holden wonders about the fate of which animals in Central Park?

 

  1. Write short notes on any FOUR of the following questions in about 100 words.

(4×5=20)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

  1. Holden’s sense of isolation and disconnection.
  2. Holden’s obsession with phonyness.
  3. The characters who are admired by Holden Caulfield.
  4. The ending of the novel “Catcher in the Rye”
  5. J.D. Salinger, the author and the person.

 

III. Answer any THREE questions in about 200 words.                                      (3×10 =30)

 

  1. Based on your reading of the novel attempt a character analysis of Holden Caulfield. Use specific instances from the text to support your observations and conclusions.
  2. What are the major themes explored in the novel. Are they relevant to adolescent life in today’s world. Which elements of the novel are specific to American culture and which do you think are universal? Use examples from the text.
  3. Holden often behaves like a prophet or a saint pointing out the phoniness and the wickedness in the world around him. Does he manifest signs of phoniness and hypocrisy himself? What does this reveal about his character?
  4. Attempt a review of Salinger’s novel, meant to be published in a news paper literary column.

 

 

Section – B

 

  1. Answer the following questions in about 200 words.        (3×10=30)

 

  1. The women characters like Sinachari’s mother, Pewali and the daughter-in –law break the typical image of the pious Indian women as they are not the upholder of the honour of the family. Do you agree to this statement? How is Sanichari different from them?
  2. Give a character sketch of Sanichari.
  3. What aspects of caste and gender oppression in Indian society does ‘Rudaali’ shed light on? What are your learnings from reading this play by Mahaswethadevi?

 

Section – C

 

  1. Write an essay on the topic “India as a nation in 2050 – Opportunities, Challenges and possibilities.                                                                                                      (1×10=10)    

 

 

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St. Joseph’s College of Commerce II Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)
End Semester Examination – APRIL 2015
B.Com – II Semester
ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                       Max. Marks:  100

Section – A

  1. Answer any THREE of the following questions in about 200 words. (3×15=45)
  2. We all know that honesty is the best policy. But sometimes the truth hurts people’s feelings. In “Like the sun”, a school teacher is determined to be honest, even if it puts a strain on his relationships. What dilemma does Sekhar face in the story? How has Sekhar’s truthfulness affected his relationship with the headmaster?
  3. ‘When Akakiy returns from the dead, he appears to symbolize divine retribution or moral indignation. Like the Furies of ancient Greek mythology, he bedevils evildoers–in this case, the bureaucrats and aristocrats who prey on the weak. And he brings an implied warning from the author: Unless Russia changes, Akakiy will be millions, and he will bring down society itself’.
    What was life like for lower-class Russians in the first half of the 19th Century?
    In Gogol’s fantasy world, does Akakiy really rise from the dead? Or is the notorious cloak robber one of the bearded men who stole ….Akakiy’s cloak?
  4. Compare narrations of Indian setting in the short stories of P Lankesh and Mohammed Basheer.
  5. What is the message that you infer from the short story ‘India is a Strange Country’, by Khuswanth Singh?

Section – B

  1. II) Answer any TWO of the following questions in about 150 words. (2×10=20)
  2. ‘Baudelaire, a sharp social critic, presents us with a narrator in isolation—a self-titled philosopher who, after claiming to have read many “fashionable” books about “public happiness,” has a startling revelation about how he can end poverty’.
    What social commentary is Baudelaire trying to convey through his satire? What does Baudelaire think of philanthropy?
  3. Wole Soyinka brings out a great use of irony and sarcasm in the poem ‘Telephone Conversation’. Do you think Soyinka’s poem is an effective way of making others aware of prejudice?

Facially, I am brunette, but, madam, you should see
The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet
Are a peroxide blond.

Comment on these lines from the poem.

  1. Comment on any two vachana’s from the text. What insights do you draw from them?

Section – C

Read the below passages and answer the questions.
Nurture your Brain cells

We live in a world with 300 exabytes (300 billion billion) of information, an amount that is rapidly expanding to ever greater amounts from this already brobdingnagian level. And yet the processing capacity of the conscious mind is a mere 120 bits per second. This presents a challenge to not only our processing capacity, but also our decision-making ability:

“Neuroscientists have discovered that unproductively and loss of drive can result from decision overload. Although most of us have no problem ranking the importance of decisions if asked to do so, our brains don’t automatically do this. … The mere situation of facing … many [small] decisions in daily life creates neural fatigue, leaving no energy for the important decisions. Recent research shows that people who were asked to make a series of meaningless decisions … showed poorer impulse control and lack of judgment about subsequent decisions. It’s as though our brains are configured to make a certain number of decisions per day and once we reach that limit, we can’t make any more, regardless of how important they are. One of the most useful findings in recent neuroscience could be summed up as: The decision-making network in our brain doesn’t prioritize.

“Today, we are confronted with an unprecedented amount of information, and each of us generates more information than ever before in human history. … Information scientists have quantified all this: In 2011, Americans took in five times as much information every day as they did in 1986 — the equivalent of 175 newspapers. During our leisure time, not counting work, each of us processes 34 gigabytes or 100,000 words every day. The world’s 21,274 television stations produce 85,000 hours of original programming every day as we watch an average of 5 hours of television each day, the equivalent of 20 gigabytes of audio-video images. That’s not counting YouTube, which uploads 6,000 hours of video every hour. And computer gaming? It consumes more bytes than all other media put together, including DVDs, TV, books, magazines, and the Internet.

“Just trying to keep our own media and electronic files organized can be overwhelming. Each of us has the equivalent of over half a million books stored on our computers, not to mention all the information stored in our cell phones or in the magnetic stripe on the back of our credit cards. We have created a world with 300 exabytes (300,000,000,000,000,000,000 pieces) of human-made information. If each of those pieces of information were written on a 3 x 5 index card and then spread out side by side, just one person’s share — your share of this information — would cover every square inch of Massachusetts and Connecticut combined.

“Our brains do have the ability to process the information we take in, but at a cost: We can have trouble separating the trivial from the important, and all this information processing makes us tired. Neurons are living cells with a metabolism; they need oxygen and glucose to survive and when they’ve been working hard, we experience fatigue. Every status update you read on Facebook, every tweet or text message you get from a friend, is competing for resources in your brain with important things like whether to put your savings in stocks or bonds, where you left your passport, or how best to reconcile with a close friend you just had an argument with.

“The processing capacity of the conscious mind has been estimated at 120 bits per second. That bandwidth, or window, is the speed limit for the traffic of information we can pay conscious attention to at any one time. While a great deal occurs below the threshold of our awareness, and this has an impact on how we feel and what our life is going to be like, in order for something to become encoded as part of your experience, you need to have paid conscious attention to it.

“What does this bandwidth restriction — this information speed limit mean in terms of our interactions with others? In order to understand one person speaking to us, we need to process 60 bits of information per second. With a processing limit of 120 bits per second, this means you can barely understand two people talking to you at the same time. Under most circumstances, you will not be able to understand three people talking at the same time. We’re surrounded on this planet by billions of other humans, but we can understand only two at a time at the most! It’s no wonder that the world is filled with so much misunderstanding. With such attention restrictions, it’s clear why many of us feel overwhelmed by managing some of the most basic aspects of life.”

Selection –from The Organized Mind by Daniel J. Levitin.

III) Answer the following questions in about 150 words                                (2×10=20)

  1. Discuss the role of ‘Information’ technology in contemporary life? Do you think it curbs the growth of individual creativity and uniqueness? Justify.
  2. Has coding and decoding effected human mind? How do we manage ourselves in a changing world of technology?
  3. IV) The matchless career and woeful undoing of Bob Hope

Bob Hope was the most popular entertainer of the twentieth century, the only one who achieved the highest level of success in every major genre of mass entertainment: vaudeville, Broadway, movies, radio, television, popular song, and live concerts. His undoing began with his active support of the Vietnam war:

“By the time he died — on July 27, 2003, two months after his hundredth birthday –Hope’s reputation was already fading, tarnished, or being actively disparaged. He had, unfortunately, stuck around too long. …

“Hope never recovered from the Vietnam years, when his hawkish defense of the war, close ties to President Nixon (who actively courted Hope’s help in selling his Vietnam policies to the American people), and the country-club smugness of his gibes about antiwar protesters and long-haired hippies, all made him a political pariah for the peace-and-love generation. His tours to entertain US troops during World War II had made him a national hero. By the turbulent 1960s, he was a court-approved jester, the Establishment’s comedian — hardly a badge of honor in an era when hipper, more subversive comics, from Mort Sahl and Lenny Bruce to George Carlin and Richard Pryor, were showing that stand-up comedy could be a vehicle for personal expression, social criticism, and political protest. Even before Hope became a doddering relic, he had become an anachronism.

“Yet the scope of Hope’s achievement, viewed from the distance of a few years, is almost unimaginable. By nearly any measure, he was the most popular entertainer of the twentieth century, the only one who achieved success — often No. 1 — rated success — in every major genre of mass entertainment in the modern era: vaudeville, Broadway, movies, radio, television, popular song, and live concerts. He virtually invented stand-up comedy in the form we know it today. … A tireless stage performer who traveled the country and the world for more than half a century doing live shows for audiences in the thousands, he may well have been seen in person by more people than any other human being in history. …

“He began in vaudeville, first as a song-and-dance man and then as an emcee and comedian, working his way up from the amateur shows of his Cleveland hometown to headlining at New York’s legendary Palace Theatre. He segued to Broadway, where he costarred in some of the era’s classic musicals, appeared with legends such as Fanny Brice and Ethel Merman, and introduced standards by great American composers such as Jerome Kern and Cole Porter. Hope became a national star on radio, hosting a weekly comedy show on NBC that was America’s No. 1 — rated radio program for much of the early 1940s and remained in the top five for more than a decade.

“He came relatively late to Hollywood, making his feature-film debut, at age thirty-four, in The Big Broadcast of 1938, where he sang ‘Thanks for the Memory’ — which became his universally identifiable, infinitely adaptable theme song and the first of many pop standards that, almost as a sideline, he introduced in movies. With an almost nonstop string of box-office hits such as The Cat and the CanaryCaught in the DraftMonsieur BeaucaireThe Paleface, and the popular Road pictures with Bing Crosby, Hope ranked among Hollywood’s top ten box-office stars for a decade, reaching the No.1 spot in 1949. … ‘I grew up loving him, emulating him, and borrowing from him,’ said Woody Allen, one of the few comics to acknowledge how much he was influenced by Hope — though nearly everyone was. …

“When television came in, Hope was there too. Others, such as Milton Berle, preceded him. But after starring in his first NBC special on Easter Sunday in 1950, Hope began an unparalleled reign as NBC’s most popular comedy star that lasted for nearly four decades. … That would have been enough for most performers, but not Hope. Along with his radio, TV, and movie work, he traveled for personal appearances at a pace matched by no other major star.

“On a podium, no one could touch him. He was host or cohost of the Academy Awards ceremony a record nineteen times — the first in 1940, when Gone With the Wind was the big winner, and the last in 1978, when Star Wars and Annie Hall were the hot films. His suave unflappability — no one ever looked better in a tuxedo — and tart insider wisecracks (‘This is the night when war and politics are forgotten, and we find out who we really hate’) helped turn a relatively low-key industry dinner into the most obsessively tracked and massively watched event of the Hollywood year.

“The modern stand-up comedy monologue was essentially his creation. There were comedians in vaudeville before Hope, but they mostly worked in pairs or did prepackaged, joke book gags that played on ethnic stereotypes and other familiar comedy tropes. Hope, working as an emcee and ad-libbing jokes about the acts he introduced, developed a more freewheeling and spontaneous monologue style, which he later honed and perfected in radio. To keep his material fresh, he hired a team of writers and told them to come up with jokes about the news of the day — presidential politics, Hollywood gossip, California weather, as well as his own life, work, travels, golf game, and show-business friends.

“This was something of a revolution. When Hope made his debut on NBC in 1938, the popular comedians on radio all inhabited self-contained worlds, playing largely invented comic characters: Jack Benny’s effete tightwad, Edgar Bergen and his uppity dummy, Charlie McCarthy, the daffy-wife/exasperated-husband interplay of George Burns and Gracie Allen. Hope’s monologues brought something new to radio: a connection between the comedian and the outside world. … His monologues became the template for Johnny Carson and nearly every late-night TV host who followed him, and the foundation stone for all stand-up comics, even those who rebelled against him.”
Selection — from Hope by Richard Zoglin.
Answer the following question in about 200 words                                           (15marks)

  1. How do you relate the passage with present comedians of world of cinema? What do you learn from the story of Bob Hope? Narrate your experience of watching humors scene from your favorite comedy.

 

 

 

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St. Joseph’s College of Commerce B.Com. 2015 I Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – SEPT/Oct. 2015

B.Com(t.t.) – I Semester

C2 15 1 AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                       Max. Marks: 100

                                                                

Note:  Read the questions carefully and answer.

Do not exceed the paragraph limit.

            Each paragraph should contain at least four sentences.

            Do not copy sentences or paragraphs from the passage.

 

SECTION -A

Read the passage below and answer the questions.

Method and madness

 

Vitor Pordeus makes a good Hamlet. Bearded, handsome, angry at the world, he stands at the centre of his group of actors. Like a force of nature that fights to be heard against the wind blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean, he rails against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune to a backdrop of palm trees and hot-dog stands.

 

Behind him, the sun drops like a giant orange behind the DoisIrmãosor Two Brothers, the picture‑postcard hills behind Ipanema beach and home to the recently gentrified Vidigal favela in Rio de Janeiro. The old King of Denmark sits on his throne, immutable. He’s a thin, frail man with only one leg. ‘Serounãoser,’ the chorus around him rises up: ‘To be or not to be.’ Then, a low hum, as the group starts to chant and dance their way around the circle. ‘Renascer,’ they sing –meaning: be reborn, revive.

 

This is no group of pampered actors. A banner with carnival streamers is emblazoned in gold, blue and orange with ‘Madness Hotel’, the name of the collective behind this production. The 20-odd performers have arrived at the sea’s edge from a psychiatric hospital in Rio’s densely populated and overheated North Zone. Pordeus is their doctor, though it might be more accurate now to describe him as an actor-director.

 

Theatre provides a rare stimulus for psychotic, schizophrenic and depressed patients, giving them an opportunity to communicate and interact constructively with others. ‘We are all actors; we take on our identity, we take on our culture,’ Pordeus says. Released from their fixed roles as catatonic[1], belligerent[2] or withdrawn patients, his actors – Pordeus calls them clients rather than patients – are free to don different masks as characters from Shakespeare, and to live out a different reality for a few hours. In the safe, performative setting, new things can be said or tried out. As the circle moves round, it breaks at times for people to hug each other, for spats to be heard then ironed out, and for each player to start new chants which the others then follow.

 

Pordeus says that the success of his work can be seen clearly in the thousands of films and photographs he records of the performances, both beachside and in the ‘Madness Hotel and Spa’ at the Nise da Silveira Mental Health Institute in Rio de Janeiro. When the patients review these later on, they can see the progress they’ve made, but also better understand their own behaviour and interactions with others. He claims that patients who never spoke before joining the Madness Hotel and who now smile or spontaneously interact with others are proof of the healing power of theatre.

 

The project has attracted a wave of publicity in Brazil, and an artists’ residence now takes place once a year at the Madness Hotel hospital unit. Yet Pordeus is not without his critics. Funding for the project through the municipal authority is an ongoing challenge, and there is a clash between the Madness Hotel and those in charge of other units in the hospital.

‘There is a lot of conflict between us and the other doctors,’ Pordeus admits. ‘They attack us, they say it agitates the patients. They say the basis of therapy is drugs, and that’s not true.’ Pordeus’s critics say that the emphasis on freedom of expression away from the clear doctor-patient hierarchy creates insecurity and confusion among patients rather than providing a healthy outlet. Yet this is to miss the point, since Pordeus is an activist as much as a doctor; he seeks to challenge mainstream ideas about illness and treatment, and that is bound to stir protest.

 

In wider perspective, the Madness Hotel performances, with their songs and costumes, can be seen as a continuation of Brazilian cultural traditions. Samba, for example, has always brought people together to seek redemption through collective remembrances of past suffering.

 

During carnival in Rio, the streets are filled with people singing songs such as Agoniza Mas NãoMorre: ‘Samba: agoniza mas nãomorre/ Alguémsempretesocorre/ Antes de suspiroderradeiro’ (Samba: agonise but don’t die/ Someone will always rescue you/ Before the final breath). Lyrics recall the shared traumas of slavery and the massacres of the poor by colonial authorities, while the powerful rhythms restore the African culture from which many of Brazil’s people were once violently removed. Crucially, this redemption is often to be found collectively and not individually in Brazilian culture – collectivism, of course, being a strong element of theatre.

 

The idea of using theatre as a tool for change was pioneered in Brazil by the late director and activist Augusto Boal who in the 1950s created the Theatre of the Oppressed, now world-renowned. In the Theatre of the Oppressed, drama became a framework in which people could visualise and understand the power dynamics at work in society and explore new possibilities through role play. These Boal-inspired ‘dress rehearsals for real life’ have been used in strife-torn locations such as Israel and Palestine, as well as all over Latin America and Europe. Boal believed that everyone is a self-contained spectator, actor and theatre in one; if we start by observing our actions and interactions, we can then go on to do things differently in the future.

 

Plato and Socrates believed that poets and priests could commune with the gods through accessing a kind of ‘divine madness’, thereby identifying the source of creative inspiration and insanity as one and the same, and the ‘mad artist’ has remained a persistent motif in many cultures, from Vincent van Gogh to Kanye West. Eccentric behaviour is indulged, encouraged or even expected in creative people, who enjoy a privileged position outside of the normal rules of society, and who often play up to this idea as if to underscore their untrammelled creativity.

 

In her book Touched with Fire: Manic-depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament (1991), Kay Redfield Jamison points to a wealth of evidence that supports such a link, among them studies that show elevated rates of mood disorders in highly creative people, and which further suggest that the link is genetic. Jamison, an American clinical psychologist, who is Professor in Mood Disorders at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine in Baltimore and who is bipolar herself, quotes the study of 113 German-speaking artists, writers, architects and composers compiled by the Austrian psychiatrist Adele Juda in 1944. Juda found that there were more suicides and more ‘insane and neurotic’ individuals in this group than could be found in the normal population, and that the same predisposition existed in many of the artists’ family members. Seen this way, madness might be a blessing of sorts, a kind of portal into a unique vision of the world.

 

Yet suffering can be alleviated through the discipline of creative practices that serve to weave formless, unarticulated pain into something tangible, ordered and ultimately pleasurable. As Jamison writes: ‘Creative work can act not only as a means of escape from pain, but also as a way of structuring chaotic emotions and thoughts, numbing pain through abstraction and the rigors of disciplined thought, and creating a distance from the source of despair.’ Thus some artists with mental health problems might have partly sought out their profession because of the relief it provides, consciously or not. For poets or painters, the outlet for these emotions is individual, while a shared theatrical or musical experience has the potential to effect a collective catharsis[3] and transformation.

 

 

  1. Answer the following in about TWO or THREE paragraphs each. (4 x 10 = 40)

 

  1. What role, according to this article, can theatre play in the lives of ‘psychotic, schizophrenic and depressed patients’? What other roles do you think theatre plays in our society?
  2. What is the criticism levelled against Pordeus’ method of dealing with the patients? What is your view on Pordeus’ method of treating his patients?
  3. What have you understood by the term ‘divine madness’?Is there a method in madness? Comment on the link, if any exists, between creativity and madness.
  4. Write about a performance (theatre, dance, singing, rituals, magic, cinema or any other performance) that you have seen and which has transformed the way you look at life and the world and induced catharsis in you.

 

SECTION – B

  1. Answer any FOUR of the following questions in about FOUR or FIVE paragraphs each.                                                            (4x 15 = 60)

 

  1. In V. S. Naipaul’s ‘India: A Wounded Civilization’ what is the ‘wound’ that has still not healed in Indian civilization? Comment on the method of using works of fiction like R. K. Narayan’s novel Sampath, in trying to understand the Indian society. Is it possible to understand a society through fiction?
  2. Compare the writing styles of Harriet Jacob’s A Lover and Siddalingaiah’s Ooru Keri. What might be the reason for writers to adopt different writing styles? Is it possible for autobiographies to reveal more than the writer’s life? What are the other things that you got to know while reading excerpts from the autobiographies?
  3. According to Mario Vargas Llossa what is the function of literature in a society? What are his views on technology and its impact on the physical book? Do you share his views or do you choose to disagree with him? Provide evidences and examples to defend your position.
  4. You have read and discussed a few essays which deal with reason, rationality, faith, belief and religion. Write about any two ideas from the essays which either interested you or irritated you very much. Which essay did you like the most and why?
  5. “The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.” ― Alan Bennett. Have you had any such experience when you were reading a book, an article or an essay? Write about your reading life: the kind of books you read, how you choose books and your experience of reading books.

 

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[1]Catatonia: abnormality of movement and behaviour arising from a disturbed mental state (typically schizophrenia). It may involve repetitive or purposeless over-activity, or catalepsy, resistance to passive movement, and negativism

[2]Belligerent: hostile and aggressive

[3]Catharsis: the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

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St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – Oct/Sept 2015

BCOM- III Semester

 C1 12 3 AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hrs                                                                                               Max Marks: 100

SECTION – A

  1. Answer the following questions in a word, sentence or a phrase.        (5×2=10)

 

  1. Name the film whose artistry is analyzed in the essay ‘Film as Art’.
  2. In which Film Festival did, Rashomon win a first prize?
  3. What is special about, Charlie Chaplin’s ‘Kick’? Which he uses as a gesture in his films.
  4. Which famous musician of Akbar’s court is mentioned by Haresh Bakshi in his essay?
  5. Whom did Florence Brooks interview in the essay ‘No More Questions’?

 

  1. Write short notes on any four of the following.                                  (4×5=20)

 

  1. Film as art versus film as business.

 

  1. Multiple versions of truth and reality in Rashomon and its impact on the audience.

 

  1. The specialty and significance of Charlie Chaplin’s body language.

 

  1. The nature of rapport between the musician and his listeners in a concert of Indian classical music.

 

  1. The roles and functions of author interviews.

 

SECTION – B

 

  • Answer the following in about two pages each.                            (4×10=40)

 

  1. In the movie Rashomon what do the symbols- the ruined gate, the rain, the forest, the rescued infant, the patterns of light and shadow, represent?
  2. What specific qualities make possible the appreciations and enjoyment of Indian classical music according to Harish Bakshi? Why do you think classical music is not as popular as film music? Discuss in the light of your own listening experience.
  3. How does Chuck Cklosterman, understand and elaborate the notion ‘Nostalgia’? Travel down your memory lane and give an example of your own experience of nostalgia.
  4. Pick any historical or contemporary personality of your choice from any field and ask them any three questions, in an imaginary interview that you are conducting. Also provide a brief justification for each question that you ask.

 

SECTION – C

Read the below given interview and answer the questions:

INTERVIEWER: Has the theme of survival always been intrinsic to your work?

MARGARET ATWOOD: I grew up in the north woods of Canada. You had to know certain things about survival. Wilderness survival courses weren’t very formalized when I was growing up, but I was taught certain things about what to do if I got lost in the woods. Things were immediate in that way and therefore quite simple. It was part of my life from the beginning.

INTERVIEWER: When did you make the leap from considering survival to be a physical battle to considering it to be an intellectual or political struggle?

ATWOOD: When I started thinking about Canada as a country it became quite evident to me that survival was a national obsession. When I came to the States in the sixties, I felt that nobody knew where Canada was. Their brother may have gone there to fish or something. When I was at Harvard, I was invited as a “foreign student” to a woman’s house for an evening for which I was asked to wear “native costume.” Unfortunately I’d left my native costume at home and had no snowshoes. So there I was, without native costume with this poor woman and all this food, sitting around waiting for the really exotic foreign students in their native costumes to turn up—which they never did because, as everybody knew, foreign students didn’t go out at night.

INTERVIEWER: You’ve written about the theme of foreignness a good deal.

ATWOOD: Foreignness is all around. Only in the heart of the heart of the country, namely the heart of the United States, can you avoid such a thing. In the center of an empire, you can think of your experience as universal. Outside the empire or on the fringes of the empire, you cannot.

INTERVIEWER: Where have you been treated better as a writer, would you say?

ATWOOD: I suffer more vicious attacks, more personal attacks, in Canada, because that’s where I’m from. Families have their most desperate fights among themselves, as we know. However, if you look at per capita sales figures, people recognizing me in the                               street, of course it’s more in Canada. If I sold as many books per capita in the United States as in Canada, I’d be a billionaire.

  1. Answer any two from the following questions.                             (2×10=20)
  2. How different is an interview from any other form of literature?
  3. In the above interview, what is that the interviewer is trying to unravel beyond Atwood’s writings?
  4. Create a personality profile of Margaret Atwood from the above interview?

SECTION – D

  1. Give a personal response to any two of the following.                 (2×5=10)
  2. “You are not a drop in the ocean, you are the ocean in the drop.”

(a quote from  Jallauddin Rumi)

  1. “Hell is other people”

(a quote from  Jean Paul Satre)

  1. “All of us have two lives. The second one starts, when we realize that we have only one.”

(a quote from   Tom Hiddlestol)

 

*********************************************************************

 

 

 

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St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – SEPT/Oct. 2015

B.Com – I Semester

C1 15 1 AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                       Max. Marks: 100

                                                                

Note:  Read the questions carefully and answer.

Do not exceed the paragraph limit.

            Each paragraph should contain at least four sentences.

            Do not copy sentences or paragraphs from the passage.

 

SECTION -A

Read the passage below and answer the questions.

Method and madness

 

Vitor Pordeus makes a good Hamlet. Bearded, handsome, angry at the world, he stands at the centre of his group of actors. Like a force of nature that fights to be heard against the wind blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean, he rails against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune to a backdrop of palm trees and hot-dog stands.

 

Behind him, the sun drops like a giant orange behind the DoisIrmãosor Two Brothers, the picture‑postcard hills behind Ipanema beach and home to the recently gentrified Vidigal favela in Rio de Janeiro. The old King of Denmark sits on his throne, immutable. He’s a thin, frail man with only one leg. ‘Serounãoser,’ the chorus around him rises up: ‘To be or not to be.’ Then, a low hum, as the group starts to chant and dance their way around the circle. ‘Renascer,’ they sing –meaning: be reborn, revive.

 

This is no group of pampered actors. A banner with carnival streamers is emblazoned in gold, blue and orange with ‘Madness Hotel’, the name of the collective behind this production. The 20-odd performers have arrived at the sea’s edge from a psychiatric hospital in Rio’s densely populated and overheated North Zone. Pordeus is their doctor, though it might be more accurate now to describe him as an actor-director.

 

Theatre provides a rare stimulus for psychotic, schizophrenic and depressed patients, giving them an opportunity to communicate and interact constructively with others. ‘We are all actors; we take on our identity, we take on our culture,’ Pordeus says. Released from their fixed roles as catatonic[1], belligerent[2] or withdrawn patients, his actors – Pordeus calls them clients rather than patients – are free to don different masks as characters from Shakespeare, and to live out a different reality for a few hours. In the safe, performative setting, new things can be said or tried out. As the circle moves round, it breaks at times for people to hug each other, for spats to be heard then ironed out, and for each player to start new chants which the others then follow.

 

Pordeus says that the success of his work can be seen clearly in the thousands of films and photographs he records of the performances, both beachside and in the ‘Madness Hotel and Spa’ at the Nise da Silveira Mental Health Institute in Rio de Janeiro. When the patients review these later on, they can see the progress they’ve made, but also better understand their own behaviour and interactions with others. He claims that patients who never spoke before joining the Madness Hotel and who now smile or spontaneously interact with others are proof of the healing power of theatre.

 

The project has attracted a wave of publicity in Brazil, and an artists’ residence now takes place once a year at the Madness Hotel hospital unit. Yet Pordeus is not without his critics. Funding for the project through the municipal authority is an ongoing challenge, and there is a clash between the Madness Hotel and those in charge of other units in the hospital.

‘There is a lot of conflict between us and the other doctors,’ Pordeus admits. ‘They attack us, they say it agitates the patients. They say the basis of therapy is drugs, and that’s not true.’ Pordeus’s critics say that the emphasis on freedom of expression away from the clear doctor-patient hierarchy creates insecurity and confusion among patients rather than providing a healthy outlet. Yet this is to miss the point, since Pordeus is an activist as much as a doctor; he seeks to challenge mainstream ideas about illness and treatment, and that is bound to stir protest.

 

In wider perspective, the Madness Hotel performances, with their songs and costumes, can be seen as a continuation of Brazilian cultural traditions. Samba, for example, has always brought people together to seek redemption through collective remembrances of past suffering.

 

During carnival in Rio, the streets are filled with people singing songs such as Agoniza Mas NãoMorre: ‘Samba: agoniza mas nãomorre/ Alguémsempretesocorre/ Antes de suspiroderradeiro’ (Samba: agonise but don’t die/ Someone will always rescue you/ Before the final breath). Lyrics recall the shared traumas of slavery and the massacres of the poor by colonial authorities, while the powerful rhythms restore the African culture from which many of Brazil’s people were once violently removed. Crucially, this redemption is often to be found collectively and not individually in Brazilian culture – collectivism, of course, being a strong element of theatre.

 

The idea of using theatre as a tool for change was pioneered in Brazil by the late director and activist Augusto Boal who in the 1950s created the Theatre of the Oppressed, now world-renowned. In the Theatre of the Oppressed, drama became a framework in which people could visualise and understand the power dynamics at work in society and explore new possibilities through role play. These Boal-inspired ‘dress rehearsals for real life’ have been used in strife-torn locations such as Israel and Palestine, as well as all over Latin America and Europe. Boal believed that everyone is a self-contained spectator, actor and theatre in one; if we start by observing our actions and interactions, we can then go on to do things differently in the future.

 

Plato and Socrates believed that poets and priests could commune with the gods through accessing a kind of ‘divine madness’, thereby identifying the source of creative inspiration and insanity as one and the same, and the ‘mad artist’ has remained a persistent motif in many cultures, from Vincent van Gogh to Kanye West. Eccentric behaviour is indulged, encouraged or even expected in creative people, who enjoy a privileged position outside of the normal rules of society, and who often play up to this idea as if to underscore their untrammelled creativity.

 

In her book Touched with Fire: Manic-depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament (1991), Kay Redfield Jamison points to a wealth of evidence that supports such a link, among them studies that show elevated rates of mood disorders in highly creative people, and which further suggest that the link is genetic. Jamison, an American clinical psychologist, who is Professor in Mood Disorders at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine in Baltimore and who is bipolar herself, quotes the study of 113 German-speaking artists, writers, architects and composers compiled by the Austrian psychiatrist Adele Juda in 1944. Juda found that there were more suicides and more ‘insane and neurotic’ individuals in this group than could be found in the normal population, and that the same predisposition existed in many of the artists’ family members. Seen this way, madness might be a blessing of sorts, a kind of portal into a unique vision of the world.

 

Yet suffering can be alleviated through the discipline of creative practices that serve to weave formless, unarticulated pain into something tangible, ordered and ultimately pleasurable. As Jamison writes: ‘Creative work can act not only as a means of escape from pain, but also as a way of structuring chaotic emotions and thoughts, numbing pain through abstraction and the rigors of disciplined thought, and creating a distance from the source of despair.’ Thus some artists with mental health problems might have partly sought out their profession because of the relief it provides, consciously or not. For poets or painters, the outlet for these emotions is individual, while a shared theatrical or musical experience has the potential to effect a collective catharsis[3] and transformation.

 

 

  1. Answer the following in about TWO or THREE paragraphs each. (4 x 10 = 40)

 

  1. What role, according to this article, can theatre play in the lives of ‘psychotic, schizophrenic and depressed patients’? What other roles do you think theatre plays in our society?
  2. What is the criticism levelled against Pordeus’ method of dealing with the patients? What is your view on Pordeus’ method of treating his patients?
  3. What have you understood by the term ‘divine madness’? Is there a method in madness? Comment on the link, if any exists, between creativity and madness.
  4. Write about a performance (theatre, dance, singing, rituals, magic, cinema or any other performance) that you have seen and which has transformed the way you look at life and the world or has given a cathartic experience.

 

SECTION – B

  1. Answer any FOUR of the following questions in about FOUR or FIVE paragraphs each.                                                            (4x 15 = 60)

 

  1. In V. S. Naipaul’s ‘India: A Wounded Civilization’ what is the ‘wound’ that has still not healed in Indian civilization? Comment on the method of using works of fiction like R. K. Narayan’s novel Sampath in trying to understand the Indian society. Is it possible to understand a society through fiction?
  2. Compare the writing styles of Harriet Jacob’s A Lover and Siddalingaiah’s Ooru Keri. What might be the reason for writers to adopt different writing styles? Is it possible for autobiographies to reveal more than the writer’s life? What are the other things that you got to know while reading excerpts from the autobiographies?
  3. According to Mario Vargas Llossa what is the function of literature in a society? What are his views on technology and its impact on the physical book? Do you share his views or do you choose to disagree with him? Provide evidences and examples to defend your position.
  4. You have read and discussed a few essays which deal with reason, rationality, faith, belief and religion. Write about any two ideas from the essays which either interested you or irritated you very much. Which essay did you like the most and why?
  5. “The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.” ― Alan Bennett. Have you had any such experience when you were reading a book, an article or an essay? Write about your reading life: the kind of books you read, how you choose books and your experience of reading books.

 

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

[1]Catatonia: abnormality of movement and behaviour arising from a disturbed mental state (typically schizophrenia). It may involve repetitive or purposeless over-activity, or catalepsy, resistance to passive movement, and negativism

[2]Belligerent: hostile and aggressive

[3]Catharsis: the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce B.Com. 2015 Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – SEPT/Oct. 2015

B.Com – I Semester

C1 15 1 AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                       Max. Marks: 100

                                                                

Note:  Read the questions carefully and answer.

Do not exceed the paragraph limit.

            Each paragraph should contain at least four sentences.

            Do not copy sentences or paragraphs from the passage.

 

SECTION -A

Read the passage below and answer the questions.

Method and madness

 

Vitor Pordeus makes a good Hamlet. Bearded, handsome, angry at the world, he stands at the centre of his group of actors. Like a force of nature that fights to be heard against the wind blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean, he rails against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune to a backdrop of palm trees and hot-dog stands.

 

Behind him, the sun drops like a giant orange behind the DoisIrmãosor Two Brothers, the picture‑postcard hills behind Ipanema beach and home to the recently gentrified Vidigal favela in Rio de Janeiro. The old King of Denmark sits on his throne, immutable. He’s a thin, frail man with only one leg. ‘Serounãoser,’ the chorus around him rises up: ‘To be or not to be.’ Then, a low hum, as the group starts to chant and dance their way around the circle. ‘Renascer,’ they sing –meaning: be reborn, revive.

 

This is no group of pampered actors. A banner with carnival streamers is emblazoned in gold, blue and orange with ‘Madness Hotel’, the name of the collective behind this production. The 20-odd performers have arrived at the sea’s edge from a psychiatric hospital in Rio’s densely populated and overheated North Zone. Pordeus is their doctor, though it might be more accurate now to describe him as an actor-director.

 

Theatre provides a rare stimulus for psychotic, schizophrenic and depressed patients, giving them an opportunity to communicate and interact constructively with others. ‘We are all actors; we take on our identity, we take on our culture,’ Pordeus says. Released from their fixed roles as catatonic[1], belligerent[2] or withdrawn patients, his actors – Pordeus calls them clients rather than patients – are free to don different masks as characters from Shakespeare, and to live out a different reality for a few hours. In the safe, performative setting, new things can be said or tried out. As the circle moves round, it breaks at times for people to hug each other, for spats to be heard then ironed out, and for each player to start new chants which the others then follow.

 

Pordeus says that the success of his work can be seen clearly in the thousands of films and photographs he records of the performances, both beachside and in the ‘Madness Hotel and Spa’ at the Nise da Silveira Mental Health Institute in Rio de Janeiro. When the patients review these later on, they can see the progress they’ve made, but also better understand their own behaviour and interactions with others. He claims that patients who never spoke before joining the Madness Hotel and who now smile or spontaneously interact with others are proof of the healing power of theatre.

 

The project has attracted a wave of publicity in Brazil, and an artists’ residence now takes place once a year at the Madness Hotel hospital unit. Yet Pordeus is not without his critics. Funding for the project through the municipal authority is an ongoing challenge, and there is a clash between the Madness Hotel and those in charge of other units in the hospital.

‘There is a lot of conflict between us and the other doctors,’ Pordeus admits. ‘They attack us, they say it agitates the patients. They say the basis of therapy is drugs, and that’s not true.’ Pordeus’s critics say that the emphasis on freedom of expression away from the clear doctor-patient hierarchy creates insecurity and confusion among patients rather than providing a healthy outlet. Yet this is to miss the point, since Pordeus is an activist as much as a doctor; he seeks to challenge mainstream ideas about illness and treatment, and that is bound to stir protest.

 

In wider perspective, the Madness Hotel performances, with their songs and costumes, can be seen as a continuation of Brazilian cultural traditions. Samba, for example, has always brought people together to seek redemption through collective remembrances of past suffering.

 

During carnival in Rio, the streets are filled with people singing songs such as Agoniza Mas NãoMorre: ‘Samba: agoniza mas nãomorre/ Alguémsempretesocorre/ Antes de suspiroderradeiro’ (Samba: agonise but don’t die/ Someone will always rescue you/ Before the final breath). Lyrics recall the shared traumas of slavery and the massacres of the poor by colonial authorities, while the powerful rhythms restore the African culture from which many of Brazil’s people were once violently removed. Crucially, this redemption is often to be found collectively and not individually in Brazilian culture – collectivism, of course, being a strong element of theatre.

 

The idea of using theatre as a tool for change was pioneered in Brazil by the late director and activist Augusto Boal who in the 1950s created the Theatre of the Oppressed, now world-renowned. In the Theatre of the Oppressed, drama became a framework in which people could visualise and understand the power dynamics at work in society and explore new possibilities through role play. These Boal-inspired ‘dress rehearsals for real life’ have been used in strife-torn locations such as Israel and Palestine, as well as all over Latin America and Europe. Boal believed that everyone is a self-contained spectator, actor and theatre in one; if we start by observing our actions and interactions, we can then go on to do things differently in the future.

 

Plato and Socrates believed that poets and priests could commune with the gods through accessing a kind of ‘divine madness’, thereby identifying the source of creative inspiration and insanity as one and the same, and the ‘mad artist’ has remained a persistent motif in many cultures, from Vincent van Gogh to Kanye West. Eccentric behaviour is indulged, encouraged or even expected in creative people, who enjoy a privileged position outside of the normal rules of society, and who often play up to this idea as if to underscore their untrammelled creativity.

 

In her book Touched with Fire: Manic-depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament (1991), Kay Redfield Jamison points to a wealth of evidence that supports such a link, among them studies that show elevated rates of mood disorders in highly creative people, and which further suggest that the link is genetic. Jamison, an American clinical psychologist, who is Professor in Mood Disorders at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine in Baltimore and who is bipolar herself, quotes the study of 113 German-speaking artists, writers, architects and composers compiled by the Austrian psychiatrist Adele Juda in 1944. Juda found that there were more suicides and more ‘insane and neurotic’ individuals in this group than could be found in the normal population, and that the same predisposition existed in many of the artists’ family members. Seen this way, madness might be a blessing of sorts, a kind of portal into a unique vision of the world.

 

Yet suffering can be alleviated through the discipline of creative practices that serve to weave formless, unarticulated pain into something tangible, ordered and ultimately pleasurable. As Jamison writes: ‘Creative work can act not only as a means of escape from pain, but also as a way of structuring chaotic emotions and thoughts, numbing pain through abstraction and the rigors of disciplined thought, and creating a distance from the source of despair.’ Thus some artists with mental health problems might have partly sought out their profession because of the relief it provides, consciously or not. For poets or painters, the outlet for these emotions is individual, while a shared theatrical or musical experience has the potential to effect a collective catharsis[3] and transformation.

 

 

  1. Answer the following in about TWO or THREE paragraphs each. (4 x 10 = 40)

 

  1. What role, according to this article, can theatre play in the lives of ‘psychotic, schizophrenic and depressed patients’? What other roles do you think theatre plays in our society?
  2. What is the criticism levelled against Pordeus’ method of dealing with the patients? What is your view on Pordeus’ method of treating his patients?
  3. What have you understood by the term ‘divine madness’? Is there a method in madness? Comment on the link, if any exists, between creativity and madness.
  4. Write about a performance (theatre, dance, singing, rituals, magic, cinema or any other performance) that you have seen and which has transformed the way you look at life and the world or has given a cathartic experience.

 

SECTION – B

  1. Answer any FOUR of the following questions in about FOUR or FIVE paragraphs each.                                                            (4x 15 = 60)

 

  1. In V. S. Naipaul’s ‘India: A Wounded Civilization’ what is the ‘wound’ that has still not healed in Indian civilization? Comment on the method of using works of fiction like R. K. Narayan’s novel Sampath in trying to understand the Indian society. Is it possible to understand a society through fiction?
  2. Compare the writing styles of Harriet Jacob’s A Lover and Siddalingaiah’s Ooru Keri. What might be the reason for writers to adopt different writing styles? Is it possible for autobiographies to reveal more than the writer’s life? What are the other things that you got to know while reading excerpts from the autobiographies?
  3. According to Mario Vargas Llossa what is the function of literature in a society? What are his views on technology and its impact on the physical book? Do you share his views or do you choose to disagree with him? Provide evidences and examples to defend your position.
  4. You have read and discussed a few essays which deal with reason, rationality, faith, belief and religion. Write about any two ideas from the essays which either interested you or irritated you very much. Which essay did you like the most and why?
  5. “The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.” ― Alan Bennett. Have you had any such experience when you were reading a book, an article or an essay? Write about your reading life: the kind of books you read, how you choose books and your experience of reading books.

 

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

[1]Catatonia: abnormality of movement and behaviour arising from a disturbed mental state (typically schizophrenia). It may involve repetitive or purposeless over-activity, or catalepsy, resistance to passive movement, and negativism

[2]Belligerent: hostile and aggressive

[3]Catharsis: the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce B.Com. 2015 I Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – SEPT/Oct. 2015

B.Com – I Semester

C1 15 1 AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                       Max. Marks: 100

                                                                

Note:  Read the questions carefully and answer.

Do not exceed the paragraph limit.

            Each paragraph should contain at least four sentences.

            Do not copy sentences or paragraphs from the passage.

 

SECTION -A

Read the passage below and answer the questions.

Method and madness

 

Vitor Pordeus makes a good Hamlet. Bearded, handsome, angry at the world, he stands at the centre of his group of actors. Like a force of nature that fights to be heard against the wind blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean, he rails against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune to a backdrop of palm trees and hot-dog stands.

 

Behind him, the sun drops like a giant orange behind the DoisIrmãosor Two Brothers, the picture‑postcard hills behind Ipanema beach and home to the recently gentrified Vidigal favela in Rio de Janeiro. The old King of Denmark sits on his throne, immutable. He’s a thin, frail man with only one leg. ‘Serounãoser,’ the chorus around him rises up: ‘To be or not to be.’ Then, a low hum, as the group starts to chant and dance their way around the circle. ‘Renascer,’ they sing –meaning: be reborn, revive.

 

This is no group of pampered actors. A banner with carnival streamers is emblazoned in gold, blue and orange with ‘Madness Hotel’, the name of the collective behind this production. The 20-odd performers have arrived at the sea’s edge from a psychiatric hospital in Rio’s densely populated and overheated North Zone. Pordeus is their doctor, though it might be more accurate now to describe him as an actor-director.

 

Theatre provides a rare stimulus for psychotic, schizophrenic and depressed patients, giving them an opportunity to communicate and interact constructively with others. ‘We are all actors; we take on our identity, we take on our culture,’ Pordeus says. Released from their fixed roles as catatonic[1], belligerent[2] or withdrawn patients, his actors – Pordeus calls them clients rather than patients – are free to don different masks as characters from Shakespeare, and to live out a different reality for a few hours. In the safe, performative setting, new things can be said or tried out. As the circle moves round, it breaks at times for people to hug each other, for spats to be heard then ironed out, and for each player to start new chants which the others then follow.

 

Pordeus says that the success of his work can be seen clearly in the thousands of films and photographs he records of the performances, both beachside and in the ‘Madness Hotel and Spa’ at the Nise da Silveira Mental Health Institute in Rio de Janeiro. When the patients review these later on, they can see the progress they’ve made, but also better understand their own behaviour and interactions with others. He claims that patients who never spoke before joining the Madness Hotel and who now smile or spontaneously interact with others are proof of the healing power of theatre.

 

The project has attracted a wave of publicity in Brazil, and an artists’ residence now takes place once a year at the Madness Hotel hospital unit. Yet Pordeus is not without his critics. Funding for the project through the municipal authority is an ongoing challenge, and there is a clash between the Madness Hotel and those in charge of other units in the hospital.

‘There is a lot of conflict between us and the other doctors,’ Pordeus admits. ‘They attack us, they say it agitates the patients. They say the basis of therapy is drugs, and that’s not true.’ Pordeus’s critics say that the emphasis on freedom of expression away from the clear doctor-patient hierarchy creates insecurity and confusion among patients rather than providing a healthy outlet. Yet this is to miss the point, since Pordeus is an activist as much as a doctor; he seeks to challenge mainstream ideas about illness and treatment, and that is bound to stir protest.

 

In wider perspective, the Madness Hotel performances, with their songs and costumes, can be seen as a continuation of Brazilian cultural traditions. Samba, for example, has always brought people together to seek redemption through collective remembrances of past suffering.

 

During carnival in Rio, the streets are filled with people singing songs such as Agoniza Mas NãoMorre: ‘Samba: agoniza mas nãomorre/ Alguémsempretesocorre/ Antes de suspiroderradeiro’ (Samba: agonise but don’t die/ Someone will always rescue you/ Before the final breath). Lyrics recall the shared traumas of slavery and the massacres of the poor by colonial authorities, while the powerful rhythms restore the African culture from which many of Brazil’s people were once violently removed. Crucially, this redemption is often to be found collectively and not individually in Brazilian culture – collectivism, of course, being a strong element of theatre.

 

The idea of using theatre as a tool for change was pioneered in Brazil by the late director and activist Augusto Boal who in the 1950s created the Theatre of the Oppressed, now world-renowned. In the Theatre of the Oppressed, drama became a framework in which people could visualise and understand the power dynamics at work in society and explore new possibilities through role play. These Boal-inspired ‘dress rehearsals for real life’ have been used in strife-torn locations such as Israel and Palestine, as well as all over Latin America and Europe. Boal believed that everyone is a self-contained spectator, actor and theatre in one; if we start by observing our actions and interactions, we can then go on to do things differently in the future.

 

Plato and Socrates believed that poets and priests could commune with the gods through accessing a kind of ‘divine madness’, thereby identifying the source of creative inspiration and insanity as one and the same, and the ‘mad artist’ has remained a persistent motif in many cultures, from Vincent van Gogh to Kanye West. Eccentric behaviour is indulged, encouraged or even expected in creative people, who enjoy a privileged position outside of the normal rules of society, and who often play up to this idea as if to underscore their untrammelled creativity.

 

In her book Touched with Fire: Manic-depressive Illness and the Artistic Temperament (1991), Kay Redfield Jamison points to a wealth of evidence that supports such a link, among them studies that show elevated rates of mood disorders in highly creative people, and which further suggest that the link is genetic. Jamison, an American clinical psychologist, who is Professor in Mood Disorders at the Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine in Baltimore and who is bipolar herself, quotes the study of 113 German-speaking artists, writers, architects and composers compiled by the Austrian psychiatrist Adele Juda in 1944. Juda found that there were more suicides and more ‘insane and neurotic’ individuals in this group than could be found in the normal population, and that the same predisposition existed in many of the artists’ family members. Seen this way, madness might be a blessing of sorts, a kind of portal into a unique vision of the world.

 

Yet suffering can be alleviated through the discipline of creative practices that serve to weave formless, unarticulated pain into something tangible, ordered and ultimately pleasurable. As Jamison writes: ‘Creative work can act not only as a means of escape from pain, but also as a way of structuring chaotic emotions and thoughts, numbing pain through abstraction and the rigors of disciplined thought, and creating a distance from the source of despair.’ Thus some artists with mental health problems might have partly sought out their profession because of the relief it provides, consciously or not. For poets or painters, the outlet for these emotions is individual, while a shared theatrical or musical experience has the potential to effect a collective catharsis[3] and transformation.

 

 

  1. Answer the following in about TWO or THREE paragraphs each. (4 x 10 = 40)

 

  1. What role, according to this article, can theatre play in the lives of ‘psychotic, schizophrenic and depressed patients’? What other roles do you think theatre plays in our society?
  2. What is the criticism levelled against Pordeus’ method of dealing with the patients? What is your view on Pordeus’ method of treating his patients?
  3. What have you understood by the term ‘divine madness’? Is there a method in madness? Comment on the link, if any exists, between creativity and madness.
  4. Write about a performance (theatre, dance, singing, rituals, magic, cinema or any other performance) that you have seen and which has transformed the way you look at life and the world or has given a cathartic experience.

 

SECTION – B

  1. Answer any FOUR of the following questions in about FOUR or FIVE paragraphs each.                                                            (4x 15 = 60)

 

  1. In V. S. Naipaul’s ‘India: A Wounded Civilization’ what is the ‘wound’ that has still not healed in Indian civilization? Comment on the method of using works of fiction like R. K. Narayan’s novel Sampath in trying to understand the Indian society. Is it possible to understand a society through fiction?
  2. Compare the writing styles of Harriet Jacob’s A Lover and Siddalingaiah’s Ooru Keri. What might be the reason for writers to adopt different writing styles? Is it possible for autobiographies to reveal more than the writer’s life? What are the other things that you got to know while reading excerpts from the autobiographies?
  3. According to Mario Vargas Llossa what is the function of literature in a society? What are his views on technology and its impact on the physical book? Do you share his views or do you choose to disagree with him? Provide evidences and examples to defend your position.
  4. You have read and discussed a few essays which deal with reason, rationality, faith, belief and religion. Write about any two ideas from the essays which either interested you or irritated you very much. Which essay did you like the most and why?
  5. “The best moments in reading are when you come across something – a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things – which you had thought special and particular to you. Now here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out and taken yours.” ― Alan Bennett. Have you had any such experience when you were reading a book, an article or an essay? Write about your reading life: the kind of books you read, how you choose books and your experience of reading books.

 

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[1]Catatonia: abnormality of movement and behaviour arising from a disturbed mental state (typically schizophrenia). It may involve repetitive or purposeless over-activity, or catalepsy, resistance to passive movement, and negativism

[2]Belligerent: hostile and aggressive

[3]Catharsis: the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.

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M1 15 1AE : Additional English

Duration: 3 Hrs                                                                                            Max Marks: 100

 

Note:   1.Exceeding the paragraph limit will result in loss of marks.

  1. Each paragraph should contain about six sentences.

 

PART -A

I  Answer the following question in a paragraph of about 80 words.             (3×5=15)

  1. The two essays ‘Art of Controversy’ and ‘Free Man’s Worship’, provokes a person to be sceptic about the dogmas. Is there any idea from the essays where you contested? Give opinions to support your answer.
  2. “The dream of my girlhood is over. I felt lonely and desolate.” What made Harriet Jacobs say that, her girlhood has come to an end?
  3. In the essay ‘Free Man’s Worship’, how is worship correlated with power?

 

 

PART – B

Joaquín Font, El Reposo Mental Health Clinic, Camino Desierto de los Leones, on the outskirts of Mexico City DF, January 1977.

There are books for when you’re bored. Plenty of them. There are books for when you’re calm. The best kind, in my opinion. There are also books for when you’re sad. And there are books for when you’re happy. There are books for when you’re thirsty for knowledge. And there are books for when you’re desperate. The latter are the kind of books Ulises Lima and Belano wanted to write. A serious mistake, as we’ll soon see. Let’s take, for example, an average reader, a cool-headed, mature, educated man leading a more or less healthy life. A man who buys books and literary magazines. So there you have him. This man can read things that are written for when you’re calm, but he can also read any other kind of book with a critical eye, dispassionately, without absurd or regrettable complicity. That’s how I see it. I hope I’m not offending anyone. Now let’s take the desperate reader, who is presumably the audience for the literature of desperation. What do we see? First: the reader is an adolescent or an immature adult, insecure, all nerves. He’s the kind of fucking idiot (pardon my language) who committed suicide after reading Werther. Second: he’s a limited reader. Why limited? That’s easy: because he can only read the literature of

desperation, or books for the desperate, which amounts to the same thing, the kind of person or freak who’s unable to read all the way through In Search of Lost Time, for example, or The Magic Mountain (a paradigm of calm, serene, complete literature, in my humble opinion), or for that matter, Les Misérables or War and Peace. Am I making myself clear? Good. So I talked to them, told them, warned them, alerted them to the dangers they were facing. It was like talking to a wall. Furthermore: desperate readers are like the California gold mines. Sooner or later they’re exhausted! Why? It’s obvious! One can’t live one’s whole life in desperation. In the end the body rebels, the pain becomes unbearable, lucidity gushes out in great cold spurts. The desperate reader (and especially the desperate poetry reader, who is insufferable, believe me) ends up by turning away from books. Inevitably he ends up becoming just plain desperate. Or he’s cured! And then, as part of the regenerative process, he returns slowly—as if wrapped in swaddling clothes, as if under a rain of dissolved sedatives—he returns, as I was saying, to a literature written for cool, serene readers, with their heads set firmly on their shoulders. This is what’s called (by me, if nobody else) the passage from adolescence to adulthood. And by that I don’t mean that once someone has become a coolheaded reader he no longer reads books written for desperate readers. Of course he reads them! Especially if they’re good or decent or recommended by a friend. But ultimately, they bore him! Ultimately, that literature of resentment, full of sharp instruments and lynched messiahs,

Doesn’t pierce his heart the way a calm page, a carefully thought-out page, a technically

Perfect page does. I told them so. I warned them. I showed them the technically perfect page. I alerted them to the dangers. Don’t exhaust the vein! Humility! Seek oneself, lose oneself in strange lands! But with a guiding line, with bread crumbs or white pebbles! And yet I was mad, driven mad by them, by my daughters, by Laura Damián, and so they didn’t listen.”

 

II    Answer all the THREE questions in a paragraph of about 80 words.        (3×5=15)

 

  1. In the above passage how many kinds of readers you encounter? How are they different from each other?
  2. The writer of the passage talks about different kinds books available for all kinds of emotions. Is there any particular of genre you read, for a particular emotion? Why?
  3. Comment on the tones used by the writer of the passage and Mario Vargas Llossa, in“The Premature Obituary of the Book. Why Literature?

 

NARRATIVE OF THE LIFE OF FREDERICK DOUGLASS.

I WAS born in Tuckahoe, near Hillsborough, and about twelve miles from Easton, in Talbot County, Maryland. I have no accurate knowledge of my age, never having seen any authentic record containing it. By far the larger part of the slaves know as little of their ages as horses know of theirs, and it is the wish of most masters within my knowledge to keep their slaves thus ignorant. I do not remember to have ever met a slave who could tell of his birthday. They seldom come nearer to it than planting-time, harvest-time, cherry-time, spring-time, or fall-time. A want of information concerning my own was a source of unhappiness to me even during childhood. The white children could tell their ages. I could not tell why I ought to be deprived of the same privilege. I was not allowed to make any inquiries of my master concerning it. He deemed all such inquiries on the part of a slave improper and impertinent, and evidence of a restless spirit. The nearest estimate I can give makes me now between twenty-seven and twenty-eight years of age. I come to this, from hearing my master say, sometime during 1835, I was about seventeen years old.

I have had two masters. My first master’s name was Anthony. I do not remember his first name. He was generally called Captain Anthony—a title which, I presume, he acquired by sailing a craft on the Chesapeake Bay. He was not considered a rich slaveholder. He owned two or three farms, and about thirty slaves. His farms and slaves were under the care of an overseer. The overseer’s name was Plummer. Mr. Plummer was a miserable drunkard, a profane swearer, and a savage monster. He always went armed with a cowskin and a heavy cudgel. I have known him to cut and slash the women’s heads so horribly, that even master would be enraged at his cruelty, and would threaten to whip him if he did not mind himself. Master, however, was not a humane slaveholder. It required extraordinary barbarity on the part of an overseer to affect him. He was a cruel man, hardened by a long life of slaveholding. He would at times seem to take great pleasure in whipping a slave. I have often been awakened at the dawn of day by the most heart-rending shrieks of an own aunt of mine, whom he used to tie up to a joist, and whip upon her naked back till she was literally covered with blood. No words, no tears, no prayers, from his gory victim, seemed to move his iron heart from its bloody purpose. The louder she screamed, the harder he whipped; and where the blood ran fastest, there he whipped longest. He would whip her to make her scream, and whip her to make her hush; and not until overcome by fatigue, would he cease to swing the blood-clotted cowskin. I remember the first time I ever witnessed this horrible exhibition. I was quite a child, but I well remember it. I never shall forget it whilst I remember anything. It was the first of a long series of such outrages, of which I was doomed to be a witness and a participant. It struck me with awful force. It was the bloodstained gate, the entrance to the hell of slavery, through which I was about to pass. It was a most terrible spectacle. I wish I could commit to paper the feelings with which I beheld it.

III. Answer the following questions in a paragraph of about 80 words.      (2×5=10)

  1. What is your opinion on reading auto-biographical narratives from any other form of narratives?
  2. Both Harriet Jacobs and Frederick Douglass write about being victims of societies’. What are the other similarities you find in their narratives?

IV    Answer the following questions in not more than two paragraphs.   (2×10=20)

  1. What is Mario Vargas Llossa’s view about Literature in the essay “The Premature Obituary of the Book. Why Literature?” What opinions does he give on people who don’t read literature? Andwhat kind of changes has technologies brought, in the felid of literature?
  2. In the essay India the wounded civilization, what is the wound, Naipaul is talking about? Has the nation recovered from its wounds? Naipaul looks the Indian society from reading R K Narayan’s Mr. Sampath, can a society be read from reading a work of fiction?

 

PART – C

History as mythology?                                                           The Hindu April24, 2015  

History, they say is always written by winners. But could this be by even winners of election? So it would seem from the workings of India’s premier institute of historical research and funding, the Indian council of Historical research, which sees a reshuffle of people and priorities every time there is a regime-change in New Delhi. S Bhattacharya who recently resigned as the Chief Editor of Indian Historical Review said, “I doubt whether you would find instances of persons nominated by the government in power regarding their position pro tem as a franchise to fantasies about history.” The comments of this reputed historians reinforce the concerns that many professional historians have warned of namely the dressing up myth and religious belief as history.

V       Answer the following question in not more than three paragraphs     (2×15=30)

  1. The above article is about what are the changes does a new regime bring to the nation. Can a state alter history according to their whims and fancies? Support your argument from reading Romila Thapar’s ‘The past and the present’.
  2. In ‘Ooru Keri’ Siddalingaiah, narrates about his unusual and daring experience of graveyard stay. Narrate an incident where you have done something unusual and daring.
  3. Answer the question in about two paragraphs.    (1×10=10)
  4. Carefully look at the below given cartoons, see what they depict and give opinions.

 

 

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B.COM (T.T.) – IV SEMESTER

 C2 12 4AE :ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration:  3 hours                                                                                        Max. Marks: 100

Section -A

  1. Write short notes on any FOUR of the following in about two paragraphs each.

                                                                                                                         (5×4=20)   

  1. Holden’s experience at Pency Prep and Elkton Hills.
  2.  Allie’s baseball glove.
  3. Holden’s meet with Sally Hayes.
  4. Holden’s visit to the Museum of Natural History.
  5. The Red Hunting hat

 

  1. II) Answer any FIVE of the following questions in about 200 words.  (5×10=50)
  2. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be” Discuss the significance of the title The Catcher in the Rye in the life of Holden Caulfield. Realizing it to be ‘crazy’ what makes Holden associate himself to be the catcher in the rye? Use incidents from the text to write your answer.
  3. Describe Holden’s relationship with his siblings -DB, Phoebe and his dead brother Allie. Through specific examples bring out each one’s influence on Holden’s life. Also comment whether Phoebe or Allie had a major role to play on Holden’s thought process and his take on life.
  4. According to you what is the most interesting encounter or interactions of Holden in the novel?  Keeping the encounter at the background, analyze Holden’s character, nature and the progress or decline of him as a person.
  5. Why Holden becomes so happy seeing Phoebe on the carousel at the end of the novel? Does this event signify his final breakdown or his recovery from the stress, grief and from his immature perspective on life?
  6. Holden’s narrative presents a stark divide of the world of children from that of adults. Do you think his struggle to protect the two -world merging into each other is right? As readers how do you perceive Holden – as a person who is mentally unstable or as a righteous person who puts up a fight with the world?
  7. After reading the text The Catcher in the Rye, how do you comprehend the future of the Holden Caulfield? Describing his positive and negative traits make a future assessment of his life.

Section – B

  1. Answer ALL the following questions.     (3X10 =30)
  2. 12. Discuss the various types of power politics portrayed in the play Rudaali. Also comment on the representation of the powerful and the marginal in the play.
  3. Compare Sanichari’s character with any other character read by you in a novel, film or in real life situation who has set an example of courage and has fought bravely against the ills of society.
  4. Describe your experience of reading The Catcher in the Rye and watching the play Rudaali? Which particular narrative you felt connected to and why?

 

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 C2  15 2AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                             Max. Marks: 100

Section -A

  1. I) Answer the following questions in about 200 words.   (6×10 =60)
  2. Compare and contrast the village setting of Kirumallige in the story Classmate and of the village surroundings in Card Sharper’s daughter. Use specific examples that the authors of the two texts have used to describe the village and its people.
  3. Examine the role of Dyamappa in Classmate and Petrovitch in The Overcoat. Do you find any parallels in their role and performance that offers the stories its uniqueness?
  4. What is the argument presented in the prose poem Let’s Beat up the Poor.  Do you agree with the writer’s approach to treat the poor? If no, what can be an alternative to it?
  5. India is a Strange Country and Telephone Conversation present two alternative ways of tackling racism and discrimination. According to you which text has a more powerful appeal and why?
  6. Amongst the three vachanas taught in the class, which one is more relevant to end racism and casteism in society? Also explain your reasons for it.
  7. Compare the circumstances that led to the death of Basvegowda in Classmate and death of Akakiy in the Overcoat. What is the metaphorical significance of death in the two- story?

Section – B

  1. Read the passage carefully and answer the following questions in about Two paragraphs each.  (4X10 =40)

The works of Satyajit Ray ( 1921-9 2) present a perceptive understanding of the relation between different cultures, and his ideas remain pertinent to the major cultural debates in the contemporary world – not least in India. In Ray’s films and in his writings, we see explorations of at least three general themes on cultures and their interrelations: the importance of distinctions between different local cultures and their respective individualities, the necessity to understand the deeply heterogeneous character of each local culture (even that of a community, not to mention a region or a country), and the great need for inter-cultural communication while recognizing the difficulties of such intercourse. A deep respect for distinctiveness is combined in Ray’s vision with an appreciation of the importance of inter-cultural communication and also the recognition of much internal diversity within each culture. In emphasizing the need to respect the individuality of each culture, Ray saw no reason for closing the doors to the outside world. Indeed, opening doors of communication was an important priority in Ray’s work. In this respect his attitude contrasts sharply with the increasing tendency to see Indian culture (or cultures) in highly conservative terms – wanting it to be preserved from the ‘pollution’ of Western ideas and thought. Ray was always willing to enjoy and learn from ideas, art forms and lifestyles from anywhere – within India or abroad.

Ray appreciated the importance of heterogeneity within local communities. This insight contrasts sharply with the tendency of many communitarians – religious and otherwise – who are willing to break up the nation into some communities and then stop dead exactly there: ‘thus far and no further’. The great film-maker’s eagerness to seek the larger unit (ultimately, his ability to talk to the whole world) combined well with his enthusiasm for understanding the smallest of the small: the individuality of each person. Distinctions and Communications There can be little doubt about the importance that Ray attached to the distinctiveness of different cultures. He also discussed the problems that these divisions create in the possibility of communication across cultural boundaries. In his book Our Films Their Films, he noted the important fact that films acquire ‘colour from all manner of indigenous factors such as habits of speech and behaviour, deepseated social practices, past traditions, present influences and so on’. He went on to ask: ‘How much of this can a foreigner – with no more than a cursory knowledge of the factors involved – feel and respond to?’ He observed that ‘there are certain basic similarities in human behaviour all over the world’ (such as ‘expressions of joy and sorrow, love and hate, anger, surprise and fear’), but ‘even they can exhibit minute local variations which can only puzzle and perturb – and consequently warp the judgment of – the uninitiated foreigner’. The presence of such cultural divides raises many interesting problems. The possibility of communication is only one of them. There is the more basic issue of the individuality of each culture, and questions about whether and how this individuality can be respected and valued even though the world grows steadily smaller and more uniform. We live at a time when ideas and practices spread across boundaries of countries and regions with great rapidity, and the possibility that something extremely important is being lost in this process of integration has aroused understandable concern. And yet cultural interactions, even in a world of deep inequalities, can also create space for creative innovations, which combine construction with vulnerability. The individuality of cultures is a big subject nowadays, and the tendency towards homogenization of cultures, particularly in some uniform Western mode, or in the deceptive form of ‘modernity’, has been strongly challenged. Questions of this kind have been taken up in different forms in recent cultural studies, especially in high-profile intellectual circles influential in the West (from Paris to San Francisco). While these questions are being asked with increasing frequency in contemporary India as well, there is perhaps some irony in the fact that so much of the Third World critique of ‘Western modernity’ has been inspired and influenced by Western writings.

Indeed, I find no evidence in Satyajit Ray’s work and writings that the fear of being too influenced by outsiders disturbed his equilibrium as an ‘Indian’ artist. He wanted to take full note of the importance of one’s cultural background without denying what there is to learn from elsewhere. There is, I think, much wisdom in what we can call his ‘critical openness’, including the valuing of a dynamic, adaptable world, rather than one that is constantly ‘policing’ external influences and fearing ‘invasion’ of ideas from elsewhere. The difficulties of understanding each other across the boundaries of culture are undoubtedly great. This applies to the cinema, but also to other art forms as well, including literature. For example, the inability of most foreigners – sometimes even other Indians – to see the astonishing beauty of Rabindranath Tagore’s poetry (a failure that we Bengalis find so exasperating) is a good illustration of just such a problem. Indeed, the thought that these non-appreciating foreigners are being wilfully contrary and stubborn (rather than merely unable to appreciate across the barrier of languages and translations) is a frequently aired suspicion. The problem is perhaps less extreme in films, in so far as the cinema is less dependent on language, since people can be informed even by gestures and actions. But our day-to-day experiences generate certain patterns of reaction and non-reaction that can be mystifying for foreign viewers who have not had those experiences. The gestures ­ and non-gestures – that are quite standard within the country (and understandable as ‘perfectly ordinary’) may appear altogether remarkable when seen by others.

Questions:

  1. What are the various themes explored in the films of Satyajit Ray? According to you which themes are least presented in the contemporary Indian cinema? You can use your own experiences of watching films in answering the questions.
  2. Explain the term ‘inter- cultural communication’. Do you think such forms of intercultural dialogue can be a threat to the culture and traditions of the local Indian communities?
  3. What are the fears and apprehension expressed by Amartya Sen in being limited to one’s cultural background? In what ways can various art forms create a larger space for homogenization of subjects?
  4. This semester you have read pieces from Indian Literature in English, Indian Literature in Translation and World Literature in Translation. In context of the above passage and your semester readings write about your experiences of reading translated works.

 

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 C1 12 4 AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 Hours                                                                                        Max. Marks: 100

Section -A

  1. Answer the following in a word, phrase or a sentence.            (5×2= 10)
  2. Who is Mr. Spencer? Why did Holden visit him?
  3. Who asked Holden to write an essay for him?
  4. Name any two siblings of Holden Caulfield.
  5. In which month does the novel take place?
  6. Mention if the following statement is true or false.

JD Salinger’s novel is semi-autobiographical.

  1. Write short notes on any FOUR of the following questions in about 100 words.                             (4×5 =20)
  2. Significance of the title of the novel.
  3. Holden’s fight with Stradlater.
  4. Character sketch of Phoebe.
  5. Holden’s disaffection with the adult world.
  6. Concept of phoniness as articulated by Holden Caulfield.

III. Answer the following questions in about 250 words each.                         (3×10 =30)

  1. What are Holden’s major complaints against grown –ups and their world? Do you think his perceptions are justified? Give reasons.
  2. Write an essay on adolescence in India and in America with respect to Holden’s experiences and your own.
  3. J. D Salinger’s novel is hugely popular and at the same time it has been banned from College curriculum in the past. What do you think are the reasons for these extreme opinions about the novel? Attempt your own analysis.

Section – B

  1. IV) Write short notes on any TWO of the following:  (2×5=10)   
  2. The portrayal of rural feudalism in Rudaali.
  3. The profession of Rudaalis and its socio-cultural implication.
  4. Ganju and Bhudwa

 

  1. Answer the following questions in about 200 words. (3×10=30)
  2. Attempt a character sketch of Shanichari. How is she a symbol of both oppression and resilience in Rudaali?
  3. What in your opinion are the true causes of the misery of Shanichari and other Rudaalis as seen in Mahashweta Devi’s novella? And what are the possible avenues for their emancipation?
  4. Discuss the nature of the relationship between Shanichari and Bhikni. In what way does it alter the life of Shanichari and what insights does it offer into caste and gender marginality as it is experienced by the women of bottommost strata of Indian society?

 

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St. Joseph’s College of Commerce 2016 II Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

  1. JOSEPH’S COLLEGE OF COMMERCE (AUTONOMOUS)
    END SEMESTER EXAMINATION – MARCH/APRIL 2016
    B.COM – II SEMESTER
    C1 15 2 AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Duration: 3 hours                                                                                          Max Marks: 100

SECTION –A

  1. Read the short story and answer the following questions.                       (3×10=30)

The postmaster first took up his duties in the village of Ulapur. Though the village was a small one, there was an indigo factory near by, and the proprietor, an Englishman, had managed to get a post office established. Our postmaster belonged to Calcutta. He felt like a fish out of water in this remote village. His office and living-room were in a dark thatched shed, not far from a green, slimy pond, surrounded on all sides by a dense growth. The men employed in the indigo factory had no leisure; moreover, they were hardly desirable companions for decent folk. Nor is a Calcutta boy an adept in the art of associating with others. Among strangers he appears either proud or ill at ease. At any rate, the postmaster had but little company; nor had he much to do. At times he tried his hand at writing a verse or two. That the movement of the leaves and the clouds of the sky were enough to fill life with joy—such were the sentiments to which he sought to give expression. But God knows that the poor fellow would have felt it as the gift of a new life, if some genie of the Arabian Nights had in one night swept away the trees, leaves and all, and replaced them with a macadamized road, hiding the clouds from view with rows of tall houses. The postmaster’s salary was small. He had to cook his own meals, which he used to share with Ratan, an orphan girl of the village, who did odd jobs for him. When in the evening the smoke began to curl up from the village cowsheds, and the cicalas chirped in every bush; when the mendicants of the Baül sect sang their shrill songs in their daily meeting-place, when any poet, who had attempted to watch the movement of the leaves in the dense bamboo thickets, would have felt a ghostly shiver run down his back, the postmaster would light his little lamp, and call out “Ratan.” Ratan would sit outside waiting for this call, and, instead of coming in at once, would reply, “Did you call me, sir?” “What are you doing?” the postmaster would ask. “I must be going to light the kitchen fire,” would be the answer. And the postmaster would say: “Oh, let the kitchen fire be for awhile; light me my pipe first.” At last Ratan would enter, with puffed-out cheeks, vigorously blowing into a flame a live coal to light the tobacco. This would give the postmaster an opportunity of conversing. “Well, Ratan,” perhaps he would begin, “do you remember anything of your mother?” That was a fertile subject. Ratan partly remembered, and partly didn’t. Her father had been fonder of her than her mother; him she recollected more vividly. He used to come home in the evening after his work, and one or two evenings stood out more clearly than others, like pictures in her memory. Ratan would sit on the floor near the postmaster’s feet, as memories crowded in upon her. She called to mind a little brother that she had—and how on some bygone cloudy day she had played at fishing with him on the edge of the pond, with a twig for a make-believe fishing-rod. Such little incidents would drive out greater events from her mind. Thus, as they talked, it would often get very late, and the postmaster would feel too lazy to do any cooking at all. Ratan would then hastily light the fire, and toast some unleavened bread, which, with the cold remnants of the morning meal, was enough for their supper. On some evenings, seated at his desk in the corner of the big empty shed, the postmaster too would call up memories of his own home, of his mother and his sister, of those for whom in his exile his heart was sad,—memories which were always haunting him, but which he could not talk about with the men of the factory, though he found himself naturally recalling them aloud in the presence of the simple little girl. And so it came about that the girl would allude to his people as mother, brother, and sister, as if she had known them all her life. In fact, she had a complete picture of each one of them painted in her little heart. One noon, during a break in the rains, there was a cool soft breeze blowing; the smell of the damp grass and leaves in the hot sun felt like the warm breathing of the tired earth on one’s body. A persistent bird went on all the afternoon repeating the burden of its one complaint in Nature’s audience chamber. The postmaster had nothing to do. The shimmer of the freshly washed leaves, and the banked up remnants of the retreating rain-clouds were sights to see; and the postmaster was watching them and thinking to himself: “Oh, if only some kindred soul were near—just one loving human being whom I could hold near my heart!” This was exactly, he went on to think, what that bird was trying to say, and it was the same feeling which the murmuring leaves were striving to express. But no one knows, or would believe, that such an idea might also take possession of an ill-paid village postmaster in the deep, silent mid-day interval of his work. The postmaster sighed, and called out “Ratan.” Ratan was then sprawling beneath the guava tree, busily engaged in eating unripe guavas. At the voice of her master, she ran up breathlessly, saying: “Were you calling me, Dada?” “I was thinking,” said the postmaster, “of teaching you to read.” And then for the rest of the afternoon he taught her the alphabet. Thus, in a very short time, Ratan had got as far as the double consonants. It seemed as though the showers of the season would never end. Canals, ditches, and hollows were all overflowing with water. Day and night the patter of rain was heard, and the croaking of frogs. The village roads became impassable, and marketing had to be done in punts. One heavily clouded morning, the postmaster’s little pupil had been long waiting outside the door for her call, but, not hearing it as usual, she took up her dog-eared book, and slowly entered the room. She found her master stretched out on his bed, and, thinking that he was resting, she was about to retire on tip-toe, when she suddenly heard her name—”Ratan!” She turned at once and asked: “Were you sleeping, Dada?” The postmaster in a plaintive voice said: “I am not well. Feel my head; is it very hot?” In the loneliness of his exile, and in the gloom of the rains, his ailing body needed a little tender nursing. He longed to remember the touch on the forehead of soft hands with tinkling bracelets, to imagine the presence of loving womanhood, the nearness of mother and sister. And the exile was not disappointed. Ratan ceased to be a little girl. She at once stepped into the post of mother, called in the village doctor, gave the patient his pills at the proper intervals, sat up all night by his pillow, cooked his gruel for him, and every now and then asked: “Are you feeling a little better, Dada?” It was some time before the postmaster, with weakened body, was able to leave his sick-bed. “No more of this,” said he with decision. “I must get a transfer.” He at once wrote off to Calcutta an application for a transfer, on the ground of the unhealthiness of the place. Relieved from her duties as nurse, Ratan again took up her old place outside the door. But she no longer heard the same old call. She would sometimes peep inside furtively to find the postmaster sitting on his chair, or stretched on his bed, and staring absent-mindedly into the air. While Ratan was awaiting her call, the postmaster was awaiting a reply to his application. The girl read her old lessons over and over again,—her great fear was lest, when the call came, she might be found wanting in the double consonants. At last, after a week, the call did come one evening. With an overflowing heart Ratan rushed into the room with her—”Were you calling me, Dada?” The postmaster said: “I am going away to-morrow, Ratan.” “Where are you going, Dada?” “I am going home.” “When will you come back?” “I am not coming back.” Ratan asked no other question. The postmaster, of his own accord, went on to tell her that his application for a transfer had been rejected, so he had resigned his post and was going home. For a long time neither of them spoke another word. The lamp went on dimly burning, and from a leak in one corner of the thatch water dripped steadily into an earthen vessel on the floor beneath it. After a while Ratan rose, and went off to the kitchen to prepare the meal; but she was not so quick about it as on other days. Many new things to think of had entered her little brain. When the postmaster had finished his supper, the girl suddenly asked him: “Dada, will you take me to your home?” The postmaster laughed. “What an idea!” said he; but he did not think it necessary to explain to the girl wherein lay the absurdity. That whole night, in her waking and in her dreams, the postmaster’s laughing reply haunted her—”What an idea!” On getting up in the morning, the postmaster found his bath ready. He had stuck to his Calcutta habit of bathing in water drawn and kept in pitchers, instead of taking a plunge in the river as was the custom of the village. For some reason or other, the girl could not ask him about the time of his departure, so she had fetched the water from the river long before sunrise that it should be ready as early as he might want it. After the bath came a call for Ratan. She entered noiselessly, and looked silently into her master’s face for orders. The master said: “You need not be anxious about my going away, Ratan; I shall tell my successor to look after you.” These words were kindly meant, no doubt: but inscrutable are the ways of a woman’s heart! Ratan had borne many a scolding from her master without complaint, but these kind words she could not bear. She burst out weeping, and said: “No, no, you need not tell anybody anything at all about me; I don’t want to stay on here.” The postmaster was dumbfounded. He had never seen Ratan like this before. The new incumbent duly arrived, and the postmaster, having given over charge, prepared to depart. Just before starting he called Ratan and said: “Here is something for you; I hope it will keep you for some little time.” He brought out from his pocket the whole of his month’s salary, retaining only a trifle for his travelling expenses. Then Ratan fell at his feet and cried: “Oh, Dada, I pray you, don’t give me anything, don’t in any way trouble about me,” and then she ran away out of sight. The postmaster heaved a sigh, took up his carpet bag, put his umbrella over his shoulder, and, accompanied by a man carrying his many-colored tin trunk, he slowly made for the boat. When he got in and the boat was under way, and the rain-swollen river, like a stream of tears welling up from the earth, swirled and sobbed at her bows, then he felt a pain at heart; the grief stricken face of a village girl seemed to represent for him the great unspoken pervading grief of Mother Earth herself. At one time he had an impulse to go back, and bring away along with him that lonesome waif, forsaken of the world. But the wind had just filled the sails, the boat had got well into the middle of the turbulent current, and already the village was left behind, and its outlying burning-ground came in sight. So the traveler, borne on the breast of the swift-flowing river, consoled himself with philosophical reflections on the numberless meetings and partings going on in the world—on death, the great parting, from which none returns. But Ratan had no philosophy. She was wandering about the post office in a flood of tears. It may be that she had still a lurking hope in some corner of her heart that her Dada would return, and that is why she could not tear herself away. Alas for our foolish human nature! Its fond mistakes are persistent. The dictates of reason take a long time to assert their own sway. The surest proofs meanwhile are disbelieved. False hope is clung to with all one’s might and main, till a day comes when it has sucked the heart dry and it forcibly breaks through its bonds and departs. After that comes the misery of awakening, and then once again the longing to get back into the maze of the same mistakes.

  1. Discuss the theme of ‘expectations and fulfillment’ in the story ‘The Postmaster’.
  2. What does the postmaster’s reaction towards Ratan say about the difference between rural and urban in this story?
  3. Comment on the nature of relationships that the present generation is entering into.

Section – B

  1. Answer ALL the following questions in about four paragraphs each.   (4×15=60)

4. Based on Akaky’s experience in “The Overcoat”, what do you think it was like to be a low-ranking official in his time period? Do you think much has changed for low-ranking people now? Relate the concepts of corruption, futility, and madness to the short story “The Overcoat.”

5. We all know that honesty is the best policy. How important it is to be truthful?  Sometimes the truth hurts people’s feelings. In the short story “Like the Sun’, a school teacher is determined to be honest, even if it puts a strain on his relationships. Do you agree with his decision? Narrate your experience of being truthful.

6. Comment on the character of Ottakkannan Pokker, Zainaba and Mandan Muthapa in the short story The Card-Sharper’s Daughter.

7. How does casteism work in the story “The Classmate”? Compare ‘Telephone Conversation’ and ‘The Classmate’ to bring out the similarities or differences between caste system and racism.

Section – C

III. Interpret the Vachanas below.                                                                    (5+5=10marks)

  1. (a)

A wilderness grew

in the sky.

In that wilderness

a hunter.

In the hunter’s hands

A deer.

The hunter will not die

till the beast

is killed.

Awareness is not easy,

Is it,

O Lord of Caves?

-Allama Prabhu

 

 

 

  1. (b)

The rich
will make temples for Siva.
What shall I ,
a poor man,
do?

My legs are pillars,
the body the shrine,
the head a cupola
of gold.

Listen, O lord of  the meeting rivers,
things standing shall fall,
but the moving ever shall stay.

                                                -Basavanna

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St. Joseph’s College of Commerce B.B.A. 2016 II Sem Additional English Question Paper PDF Download

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St. Joseph’s College of Commerce (Autonomous)

End Semester Examination – March/April 2016

B.B.A. – II Semester

M1 12 2AE: ADDITIONAL ENGLISH

Time: 3 Hours                                                                                                Max Marks: 100

Note: Read the questions carefully and answer.

            Do not exceed the paragraph limit

            Each paragraph should contain at least four sentences.

 

SECTION -A

Read the story and answer the following questions.

THE TELL-TALE HEART

by Edgar Allan Poe

TRUE! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! And observe how healthily –how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture –a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees –very gradually –I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded –with what caution –with what foresight –with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it –oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly –very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! Would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously –cautiously (for the hinges creaked) –I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights –every night just at midnight –but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch’s minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers –of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was, opening the door, little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea; and perhaps he heard me; for he moved on the bed suddenly, as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back –but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness, (for the shutters were close fastened, through fear of robbers,) and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening, and the old man sprang up in bed, crying out –“Who’s there?”

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed listening; –just as I have done, night after night, hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief –oh, no! –it was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him, although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise, when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself –“It is nothing but the wind in the chimney –it is only a mouse crossing the floor,” or “It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp.” Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain; because Death, in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel –although he neither saw nor heard –to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time, very patiently, without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little –a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it –you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily –until, at length a simple dim ray, like the thread of the spider, shot from out the crevice and fell full upon the vulture eye.

It was open –wide, wide open –and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness –all a dull blue, with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones; but I could see nothing else of the old man’s face or person: for I had directed the ray as if by instinct, precisely upon the damned spot.

And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense? –now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well, too. It was the beating of the old man’s heart. It increased my fury, as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eve. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder every instant. The old man’s terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! –do you mark me well I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me –the sound would be heard by a eighbor! The old man’s hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once –once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But, for many minutes, the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eve would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence. First of all I dismembered the corpse. I cut off the head and the arms and the legs.

I then took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly, so cunningly, that no human eye –not even his –could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out –no stain of any kind –no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that. A tub had caught all –ha! Ha!

When I had made an end of these labors, it was four o’clock –still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, –for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a eighbor during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

I smiled, –for what had I to fear? I bade the gentlemen welcome. The shriek, I said, was my own in a dream. The old man, I mentioned, was absent in the country. I took my visitors all over the house. I bade them search –search well. I led them, at length, to his chamber. I showed them his treasures, secure, undisturbed. In the enthusiasm of my confidence, I brought chairs into the room, and desired them here to rest from their fatigues, while I myself, in the wild audacity of my perfect triumph, placed my own seat upon the very spot beneath which reposed the corpse of the victim.

The officers were satisfied. My manner had convinced them. I was singularly at ease. They sat, and while I answered cheerily, they chatted of familiar things. But, ere long, I felt myself getting pale and wished them gone. My head ached, and I fancied a ringing in my ears: but still they sat and still chatted. The ringing became more distinct: –It continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definiteness –until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.

No doubt I now grew very pale; –but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased –and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound –much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath –and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly –more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men –but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! What could I do? I foamed –I raved –I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder –louder –louder! And still the men chatted pleasantly, and smiled. Was it possible they heard not? Almighty God! –no, no! They heard! –they suspected! –they knew! –they were making a mockery of my horror!-this I thought, and this I think. But anything was better than this agony! Anything was more tolerable than this derision! I could bear those hypocritical smiles no longer! I felt that I must scream or die! And now –again! –hark! Louder! Louder! Louder! Louder!

“Villains!” I shrieked, “dissemble no more! I admit the deed! –tear up the planks! Here, here! –It is the beating of his hideous heart!”

       I   Answer all the questions in two paragraphs. (About 160 words)    ( 4×10=40)

 

  1. Comment on the narrator’s reliability in the narrative. And on the ending of the story.
  2. How does Poe create an atmosphere of terror and suspicion in the narrative?
  3. What could be the reason for the narrator to be obsessed with the old man’s eyes, the heart beat and his own claim to sanity?
  4. Is this story an attempt to rationalize the irrational or is it about the capacity of the human mind to deceive itself and then to think on the nature of its own destruction. Discuss.

 

SECTION – B

II      Answer all the questions in two paragraphs. (About 160 words)             (2×10=20)

 

  1. How do Kushwanth Singh and R K Narayan portray India in their fiction? Discuss the use of English language by both the writers.

 

 

  1. ‘The Overcoat’ is the story of Akakiy Akakievich, a poor insignificant clerk. How does Gogol bring the human condition, isolation and social status in Russia through the life of Akakiy Akakievich?

 

III      Answer all the questions in three paragraphs. (About 200 words)          (2×15=30)

 

  1. Caste system in India shapes the political, economic and social life of all communities in India. How does P Lankesh bring, caste and class hegemony in the story ‘Classmate’? What are the power dynamics involved in caste system?

 

  1. What social commentary is Charles Baudelaire trying to make through his satire? What does the narrator hope to accomplish by his actions? And who indeed is to decide who is “worthy of freedom”, pride and life?

 

 

SECTION –  C

  1. POETRY

Ballad of the Landlord

Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak.
Don’t you ‘member I told you about it
Way last week?

Landlord, landlord,
These steps is broken down.
When you come up yourself
It’s a wonder you don’t fall down.

Ten Bucks you say I owe you?
Ten Bucks you say is due?
Well, that’s Ten Bucks more’n I’l pay you
Till you fix this house up new.

What? You gonna get eviction orders?
You gonna cut off my heat?
You gonna take my furniture and
Throw it in the street?

Um-huh! You talking high and mighty.
Talk on-till you get through.
You ain’t gonna be able to say a word
If I land my fist on you.

Police! Police!
Come and get this man!
He’s trying to ruin the government
And overturn the land!

Copper’s whistle!
Patrol bell!
Arrest.
Precinct Station.
Iron cell.
Headlines in press:
MAN THREATENS LANDLORD
TENANT HELD NO BAIL
JUDGE GIVES NEGRO 90 DAYS IN COUNTY JAIL!

 

 

 

Answer  the question in two paragraphs. (About 160words)                     (1X10=10)

 

  1. Nigerian poet Wole Soyinka uses irony to depict the absurdity of racism in his poem, ‘Telephone Conversation’. Make an analysis on the idea of resistance in ‘Ballad of the Landlord’ and ‘Telephone Conversation’. And discuss the relationship between power and ownership.

 

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