Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the moredogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

Which of the following cannot be said that about Abhiram?

I. Abhiram used to meditate and pray every morning that God would make him prosperous.
II. Abhiram refused to sell the painting to the little boy because the boy did not speak to him politely
III. Abhiram had been a businessman in the past.

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the moredogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

Why did Abhiram paint a picture of one particular deity every morning?

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the moredogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

Why did Abhiram refuse to accept the money that the minister sent him?

I. He wanted the minister to give him more money in person.
II. He had a grudge against the minister and wanted to punish him.
III. He was angry because the minister did not recognize and acknowledge him as a brother.

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the moredogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

Why did the minister send a bagful of gold to Abhiram’s house?

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the moredogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

Why was Abhiram disappointed with his most recent painting?

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the moredogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

What was Abhiram’s first reaction when he heard about the appointment of the new royal minister?

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the more dogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

Choose the word which is most nearly the same in meaning as the word given in bold as used in the passage.

Audacity

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the moredogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

Choose the word which is most nearly thesame in meaning as the word given in bold as used in the passage.

Idea

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the more dogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

In questions choose the word which is most opposite in meaning of the word given in bold as used in the passage.

Gain

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words/phrases are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.
In the town where, Abhiram painted pictures of goods and goddesses, everyone knew him only as a stranger who had always painted pictures for a living. No one knew him or his past. He would think, “I was once wealthy but it’s all gone now.. and in a way it is for the better. I meditate on various forms of God all day long now. My bread and butter comes from that. I also place his image in all the houses. No one can take away the respect and goodwill this earns me.” One day the royal minister passed away. The king employed a new minister from a foreign land. The whole town was abuzz with the news but that day Abhiram’s fingers stilled to a halt. Abhiram’s father had adopted an orphan boy whom he had raised and trusted more than his own son, Abhiram. But the boy had turned traitor and had stolen the old man’s fortune from him. The very same man had now come to the new kingdom as the new minister. The room where kingdom painted was also his puja room. He went in, folded his hands and queried, “Is this why I have spent so many years meditating on you through every colour, every line? Is this how you reward me – with such an insult?”
The chariot pageant was coming up. At the fairgrounds many people from different lands thronged to buy Abhiram’s pictures. In that throng, there was a little boy watched over by servants. He picked out one picture. Abhiram turned to the child’s attendant and asked, “Who is the boy?” He replied, “The only son of our royal minister.” Abhiram covered his painting with a cloth and said, “I will not sell my pictures”, which only made the child want the picture even more. He came home and sulked in the corner and refused to eat. The minister sent a bagful of coins for Abhiram, but the bag came back to the minister untouched. The minister said to himself, “What audacity!” The more he was pestered, the moredogged was Abhiram’s refusal and he thought, “This is my victory.”
Every morning the first thing Abhiram did was to paint a picture of his own beloved deity. This was the only form of worship known to him. One day he realised the painting wasn’t to his satisfaction. Something looked different. It wasn’t looking right. He fell tormented. As the days passed, the subtle difference became more apparent until one day Abhiram looked up, startled by the realisation… he could see it clearly now – the face of his God was beginning to look more and more like the minister. He hurled his brush to the ground and said, “So the minister wins!” That same day he took the painting to the minister and said, “Here is the picture. Give it to your son.” The minister asked, “how much?” Abhiram said, “You robbed me of my devotion to God. I shall gain it back by gifting you this picture.” The minister had no idea what he was talking about.

In questions choose the word which is mostopposite in meaning of the word given in bold as used in the passage.

Dogged