Table given below shows population of two cities in five different years. Study the data carefully & answer the follow questions.

Population of city Y is 2014 is what percent more the population of city X in 2012?

Table given below shows population of two cities in five different years. Study the data carefully & answer the follow questions.

Male population of city X in 2013 is more than female population of city X in 2013. Find the difference b/w male population & female population city of X in 2013?

Table given below shows population of two cities in five different years. Study the data carefully & answer the follow questions.

Total population of X and Y in 2011 divided into three categories i.e., male, female & transgender in the ratio 7 : 5 : 4. Find the difference b/w the male population & female population in 2011.

Table given below shows population of two cities in five different years. Study the data carefully & answer the follow questions.

Average population of city Y in five year is how much more than the average population of city X in five years.

Table given below shows population of two cities in five different years. Study the data carefully & answer the follow questions.

Population of city X in 2015 is 25% more than population of city X in 2012 and population of city Y in 2015 is more than population of city Y in 2013. Find total population of both cities in year 2015.

6 women alone can complete a piece of work in 10 days, whereas 10 children alone take 15 days to complete the same piece of work. How many days will 6 women and 10 children together take to complete the whole piece of work?

What will be the cost of fencing the circumference of a circular field whose area is 1386 sq. m? The cost of fencing is Rs 5 per metre.

The difference between 46% of a number and 35% of the same number is 169.4. What is 3/4 th of that number?

A shopkeeper has goods of worth Rs 6000. He sold half of the goods at a gain of 12%. At what profit percent should he sell the remaining half of the stock that he gets 18% profit on the whole?

Sum of five consecutive even numbers is 380. What is the second number in ascending order?

Line-graph given below shows two type of vacancies i.e. PO and Clerk notified by SBI in five different years. Study the data carefully and answer the following questions.

Total vacancies in year 2014 is what percent more than the total vacancies in 2013 ?

Line-graph given below shows two type of vacancies i.e. PO and Clerk notified by SBI in five different years. Study the data carefully and answer the following questions.

In year 2015, 30% of PO vacancies of 25% of clerk vacancies remained vacant after the final selection. Find the difference between the filled vacancies of PO to the filled vacancies of Clerk in year 2015.

Line-graph given below shows two type of vacancies i.e. PO and Clerk notified by SBI in five different years. Study the data carefully and answer the following questions.

PO vacancies in 2014 are what percent of the clerk vacancies in 2012?

Line-graph given below shows two type of vacancies i.e. PO and Clerk notified by SBI in five different years. Study the data carefully and answer the following questions.

Total vacancies in year 2012 is filled by male, female and transgender in the ratio 11 : 13 : 7. Find the number of female placed in SBI in year 2012?

Line-graph given below shows two type of vacancies i.e. PO and Clerk notified by SBI in five different years. Study the data carefully and answer the following questions.

Find the total number of vacancies in year 2016, if total number of vacancies in 2016 ismore than total number of vacancies in 2015?

In how many ways, can the letters of the word ‘ATTEMPT’ be arranged?

A 240 metre long train crosses a platform twice its length in 2 minutes. What is the speed of the train?

Simple interest on a sum for 4 years at 7 p.c.p.a. is Rs 3360. What would be the compound interest compounded annually on the same amount of money for 2 years at 5 p.c.p.a. ?

Average age of 36 children of the class is 15 years. 12 more children joined whose average age is 16 years. What is the average age of all the 48 children together?

If a number is reduced by 40% it becomes two-third of another number. What is the ratio of the first number to the second number?

Each question consists of three statements followed by two conclusions I and II. Consider the statements to be true even if they are in variance with the commonly known facts. Read all the conclusions and then decide which of the given conclusions and then decide which of the given conclusions logically follow from the given statements using all the three statements together. Mark your answer as –

Statements: 
All light are sun.
Some sun are bright.
No Bright is a dull.
Conclusions:
I. All light being bright is a possibility.
II. No dull is a Sun.

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

What is causing dissension in America and how similar it is to other parts of the world?

(I) economic differences between rural and urban America
(II) the ills of urbanisation
(III) the racial, political and cultural diversity

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

Which of the following statement(s) is/are NOT TRUE in the context of the passage?

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

What led to the change in perception of the author about the rural America?

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

What was the major attraction about the annual Street Fair of Loudonville?

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

How life in countryside different than the life in city?

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

Give a suitable title for the passage.

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

Choose the word/group of words which is most SIMILAR in meaning to the word/group of words printed in bold as used in passage.

Strife

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

Choose the word/group of words which is most SIMILAR in meaning to the word/group of words printed in bold as used in passage.

Quaint

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

Choose the word/group of words which is most OPPOSITE in meaning to the word/group of words printed in bold as used in passage.

Sprawling

Read the following passage carefully and answer the questions given below it. Certain words are given in bold to help you locate them while answering some of the questions.

The economic differences between rural and urban America highlight its racial, political and cultural diversity. The things causing strife in America are really the same things causing strife in countries all over the world. The ills of Urbanization. You feel it when you fly six hours from New York to San Francisco, but it really hits home when you drive cross-country. The 11-hour, 900-km drive from New Haven, Connecticut on the East Coast to Loudonville, Ohio, in the heart of the Mid-West was a window into America’s vastness. My friends and I were accompanying a fellow university classmate to her hometown to spend the weekend. Our average speed of 80kph is something most Indian drivers can only dream of. By the 6th hour, it was pitch black and late at night and all I could think was how much Americans love driving their cars. We woke up the next morning in Trump country — though aside from the “Make America Great Again” signs on peoples’ front yards, you’d never feel it.
Loudonville is a quaint one-horse town of 2,641 genuinely lovely people founded in 1814, 75% of whose residents voted for Donald Trump in the 2016 election. And perhaps demographics explain this: it is 97.8% White and has a median age of 43. The median annual household income of $42,500 is lower than the national median, $49,445. An automotive component factory, which ran from 1913 till 1996, employed many local residents. It’s a rural, working-class, old White town: probably the poster child for the Republican base. And we were welcomed with open arms. Aside from me — the only Indian in a 50-mile radius — our group consisted of a Mexican, a Pole and most alien of all, a New Yorker. People looked at us like we were from out of town but never with any malice. It made me question the perceptions I had of rural, middle-America and the mostly Republican voters who lived there, as potentially unfriendly towards foreigners — especially brown ones.
But I’d never been to a community like this: the local newspaper prints every single crime committed in the village, including all parking tickets — much to the chagrin of errant teenage drivers. Loudonville was folksy in the best possible way. We were visiting on the biggest day in Loudonville’s year: the annual Street Fair. It was mid-October 2016, the sun was out and everyone thought Hillary Clinton would win the election. Aside from the usual attractions at a fun-fair — food stalls, carousels and so on — there were livestock shows and even a tractor-pull. The residents took pride in showing off the size of their steers and their hogs and their kids. One of my graduate school professors had told me that these state fairs served an important function in American history: it allowed farmers from all over the country to meet and exchange seeds, farming techniques and ideas about how to deal with pests and disease. I exchanged a dollar for a corndog and it was great.
We had a picnic lunch at my friend’s family farm, following a hike in the surrounding woods. As we looked out across the sloping meadows that rolled away into the horizon, I felt far away from the world. Forget India — even my university felt like some distant, unnecessarily noisy planet. We passed some Amish folks riding in a horse-drawn carriage on the way to their farm. Time moves more slowly in the countryside. Maybe that’s why you feel you’re back in the past. We spent the afternoon on a porch I’ll never forget. It was a large wooden deck sprawling out above the grassy knoll below, like the bridge of some long-since-grounded oil-tanker. On the way there, we bought some beers at a drive-through liquor store (yes, you read that right). We were visiting my friend’s high-school classmate and whiled away hours looking out at their acres of land as we played with their three giant dogs and their new-born baby.
They were a military family, if I remember correctly, and the role of the military in American life seems to hit home harder when you leave the city. You begin to understand that it gives so many people a purpose and so many families, their livelihood. The rest of the world doesn’t understand America’s exorbitant military spending because we see its devastating consequences abroad, not its ubiquitous presence at home. I think every urban American child should do a “semester-abroad” exchange programme with a rural American family during high-school and vice versa. There are some very fine people on both sides.

Choose the word/group of words which is mostOPPOSITE in meaning to the word/group of words printed in bold as used in passage.

Exorbitant