HTET PGT Computer Science 2024: 90 Questions with Answers

नया निश्चय ही एक मूल्य है। पर निरंतरता भी एक मूल्य है। साहित्य दोनों में से एक को चुनने की हिमाकत सौभाग्य से नहीं करता है, क्योंकि वह जानता है कि एक के बिना दूसरा संभव नहीं है। परंपरा अपने को पुनर्नवा किए बिना सजीव नहीं रह सकती। मनुष्य दोनों आयामों में रहता है इतिहास में और अनन्त में। वह बदलता है और फिर भी बना रहता है। दोनों आयाम मनुष्य के यहाँ अंतर्भुक्त हैं वे अलग-थलग या विविक्त नहीं होते। बहुत कुछ बदलता है: समाज, परिस्थितियाँ, आर्थिक व्यापार, मानव संबंध और उनके संगुंफन आदि पर प्रेम, ईर्ष्या, मोह-मत्सर, राग-विराग, हर्ष-विषाद आदि वही बने रहते हैं। नयी दृष्टि होती है, तो अपने लिए अनिवार्यतः नया शिल्प भी खोजती है। विश्लेषण के लिए भले हम कथ्य और शिल्प को अलग-थलग कर लेते हैं, पर रचना में वे अद्वैत हैं। नया अंततः निरंतरता में समाहित होकर अपनी वैधता पाता है, पर वह निरंतरता को कहीं न कहीं बदल भी देता है। निरंतरता नए के हस्तक्षेप और उसके समाहार के बाद वही नहीं रह जाती, जो पहले थी। हम यह भूल जाते हैं कि आज जो पुराना लगता है, वह कभी नया था। बिना समकालीनता के कालातीत नहीं हुआ जा सकता, लेकिन सिर्फ समकालीनता के बाड़े में बँधे रहकर भी कालातीत नहीं हुआ जा सकता। नया समय को सीधे और उसके बदले हुए ब्योरों में पकड़ने के साहस से उपजता है, पर अगर वह समय के पार न देख पाये, तो टिकाऊ नहीं हो सकता। जो कालातीत है, वही हर समय नया होता चलता है। 

नयापन टिकाऊ होता है :

नया निश्चय ही एक मूल्य है। पर निरंतरता भी एक मूल्य है। साहित्य दोनों में से एक को चुनने की हिमाकत सौभाग्य से नहीं करता है, क्योंकि वह जानता है कि एक के बिना दूसरा संभव नहीं है। परंपरा अपने को पुनर्नवा किए बिना सजीव नहीं रह सकती। मनुष्य दोनों आयामों में रहता है इतिहास में और अनन्त में। वह बदलता है और फिर भी बना रहता है। दोनों आयाम मनुष्य के यहाँ अंतर्भुक्त हैं वे अलग-थलग या विविक्त नहीं होते। बहुत कुछ बदलता है: समाज, परिस्थितियाँ, आर्थिक व्यापार, मानव संबंध और उनके संगुंफन आदि पर प्रेम, ईर्ष्या, मोह-मत्सर, राग-विराग, हर्ष-विषाद आदि वही बने रहते हैं। नयी दृष्टि होती है, तो अपने लिए अनिवार्यतः नया शिल्प भी खोजती है। विश्लेषण के लिए भले हम कथ्य और शिल्प को अलग-थलग कर लेते हैं, पर रचना में वे अद्वैत हैं। नया अंततः निरंतरता में समाहित होकर अपनी वैधता पाता है, पर वह निरंतरता को कहीं न कहीं बदल भी देता है। निरंतरता नए के हस्तक्षेप और उसके समाहार के बाद वही नहीं रह जाती, जो पहले थी। हम यह भूल जाते हैं कि आज जो पुराना लगता है, वह कभी नया था। बिना समकालीनता के कालातीत नहीं हुआ जा सकता, लेकिन सिर्फ समकालीनता के बाड़े में बँधे रहकर भी कालातीत नहीं हुआ जा सकता। नया समय को सीधे और उसके बदले हुए ब्योरों में पकड़ने के साहस से उपजता है, पर अगर वह समय के पार न देख पाये, तो टिकाऊ नहीं हो सकता। जो कालातीत है, वही हर समय नया होता चलता है। 

कौन-सा कथन असत्य है ?

नया निश्चय ही एक मूल्य है। पर निरंतरता भी एक मूल्य है। साहित्य दोनों में से एक को चुनने की हिमाकत सौभाग्य से नहीं करता है, क्योंकि वह जानता है कि एक के बिना दूसरा संभव नहीं है। परंपरा अपने को पुनर्नवा किए बिना सजीव नहीं रह सकती। मनुष्य दोनों आयामों में रहता है इतिहास में और अनन्त में। वह बदलता है और फिर भी बना रहता है। दोनों आयाम मनुष्य के यहाँ अंतर्भुक्त हैं वे अलग-थलग या विविक्त नहीं होते। बहुत कुछ बदलता है: समाज, परिस्थितियाँ, आर्थिक व्यापार, मानव संबंध और उनके संगुंफन आदि पर प्रेम, ईर्ष्या, मोह-मत्सर, राग-विराग, हर्ष-विषाद आदि वही बने रहते हैं। नयी दृष्टि होती है, तो अपने लिए अनिवार्यतः नया शिल्प भी खोजती है। विश्लेषण के लिए भले हम कथ्य और शिल्प को अलग-थलग कर लेते हैं, पर रचना में वे अद्वैत हैं। नया अंततः निरंतरता में समाहित होकर अपनी वैधता पाता है, पर वह निरंतरता को कहीं न कहीं बदल भी देता है। निरंतरता नए के हस्तक्षेप और उसके समाहार के बाद वही नहीं रह जाती, जो पहले थी। हम यह भूल जाते हैं कि आज जो पुराना लगता है, वह कभी नया था। बिना समकालीनता के कालातीत नहीं हुआ जा सकता, लेकिन सिर्फ समकालीनता के बाड़े में बँधे रहकर भी कालातीत नहीं हुआ जा सकता। नया समय को सीधे और उसके बदले हुए ब्योरों में पकड़ने के साहस से उपजता है, पर अगर वह समय के पार न देख पाये, तो टिकाऊ नहीं हो सकता। जो कालातीत है, वही हर समय नया होता चलता है। 

निम्नलिखित में से कौन-सा कथन सत्य है ?

नया निश्चय ही एक मूल्य है। पर निरंतरता भी एक मूल्य है। साहित्य दोनों में से एक को चुनने की हिमाकत सौभाग्य से नहीं करता है, क्योंकि वह जानता है कि एक के बिना दूसरा संभव नहीं है। परंपरा अपने को पुनर्नवा किए बिना सजीव नहीं रह सकती। मनुष्य दोनों आयामों में रहता है इतिहास में और अनन्त में। वह बदलता है और फिर भी बना रहता है। दोनों आयाम मनुष्य के यहाँ अंतर्भुक्त हैं वे अलग-थलग या विविक्त नहीं होते। बहुत कुछ बदलता है: समाज, परिस्थितियाँ, आर्थिक व्यापार, मानव संबंध और उनके संगुंफन आदि पर प्रेम, ईर्ष्या, मोह-मत्सर, राग-विराग, हर्ष-विषाद आदि वही बने रहते हैं। नयी दृष्टि होती है, तो अपने लिए अनिवार्यतः नया शिल्प भी खोजती है। विश्लेषण के लिए भले हम कथ्य और शिल्प को अलग-थलग कर लेते हैं, पर रचना में वे अद्वैत हैं। नया अंततः निरंतरता में समाहित होकर अपनी वैधता पाता है, पर वह निरंतरता को कहीं न कहीं बदल भी देता है। निरंतरता नए के हस्तक्षेप और उसके समाहार के बाद वही नहीं रह जाती, जो पहले थी। हम यह भूल जाते हैं कि आज जो पुराना लगता है, वह कभी नया था। बिना समकालीनता के कालातीत नहीं हुआ जा सकता, लेकिन सिर्फ समकालीनता के बाड़े में बँधे रहकर भी कालातीत नहीं हुआ जा सकता। नया समय को सीधे और उसके बदले हुए ब्योरों में पकड़ने के साहस से उपजता है, पर अगर वह समय के पार न देख पाये, तो टिकाऊ नहीं हो सकता। जो कालातीत है, वही हर समय नया होता चलता है।

साहित्य का अभीष्ट है :

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother.

Find the word in the poem which means "shone due to being wet".

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother. 

Fill in the blank with the correct option: 

"I looked like a sliced pomegranate" is an example of _____

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother.

Which one of the following is used as a literary device in the poem for effectiveness?

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother.

Why was the infant in the womb killed?

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother.

Find a word from the poem which means "post mortem":

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother. 

Fill in the blank with the correct option: 

According to the speaker the mother disliked _____ 

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother.

Who is "I" in the opening line ?

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother.

What does the killed infant smell of ?

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother. 

In which city does the foeticide take place ?

Mother, I am the one you sent away when the doctor told you I would be a girl - In the end they had to give me an injection to kill me. Before I died I heard the traffic rushing outside, the monsoon slush, the wind sulking through your beloved Mumbai I could have clutched the neon blue no one wanted No one wanted To touch me except later in the autopsy room when they knew my mouth would not search for anything and my head could be measured and bent cut apart. I looked like a sliced pomegranate. The fruit you never touched. Mother, I am the one you sent away When the doctor told you I would be a girl - your second girl. Afterwards, as soon as you could you put on your grass - green sari - the orange stems of the parijatak blossoms glistened in your hair - Afterwards everyone smiled. But now I ask you to look for me, mother, look for me because I won't come to you in your dreams, Look for me, mother, look because I won't become a flower I won't turn into a butterfly And I am not a part of anyone's song. Look, mother, look for the place where you have sent me. Look for the unspeakable. for the place that can never be described. Look for me, mother, because this is what you have done. Look for me, mother, because this is not 'God's will'. Look for me, mother because I smell of formaldehyde I smell of formaldehyde and still, I wish you would look for me, mother.

Who does the girl address?

The two kinds of listening are _____

_____ skill involves training the learner to listen for the English speech sounds including stress and intonation patterns.

Nesfield's grammar is an instance of _____ grammar.

Assertion A: The disadvantage of print material is that it lacks interaction and the use of audio-visual elements. 

Assertion B: Print materials are not portable, not easily available and are not cost effective.

Teaching learners to discuss a poem in English in their native language is an instance of the use of _____