CBSE Class 12 English Elective Question Paper 2012 Code 212

CBSE CLASS XII Questions

• 1.

  Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow:
  • On the first clear September day, towards the end of the rains, I visited the pine knoll, my place of peace and power.
  • It was months since I’d last been there. Trips to the plains, a crisis in my affairs, involvements with other people and their troubles, and an entire monsoon had come between me and the grassy, pine-topped slope facing the Hill of Fairies (Pari Tibba to the locals). Now I tramped through late monsoon foliage — tall ferns, bushes festooned with flowering convolvulus — and crossed the stream by way of its little bridge of stones before climbing the steep hill to the pine slope.
  • When the trees saw me, they made as if to turn in my direction. A puff of wind came across the valley from the distant snows. A long-tailed blue magpie took alarm and flew noisily out of an oak tree. The cicadas were suddenly silent. But the trees remembered me. They bowed gently in the breeze and beckoned me nearer, welcoming me home. Three pines, a straggling oak and a wild cherry. I went among them and acknowledged their welcome with a touch of my hand against their trunks — the cherry’s smooth and polished; the pine’s patterned and whorled; the oak’s rough, gnarled, full of experience. He’d been there the longest, and the wind had bent his upper branches and twisted a few, so that he looked shaggy and undistinguished. But like the philosopher who is careless about his dress and appearance, the oak has secrets, a hidden wisdom. He has learnt the art of survival!
  • While the oak and the pines are older than me and have been here many years, the cherry tree is exactly seven years old. I know, because I planted it.
  • One day I had this cherry seed in my hand, and on an impulse I thrust it into the soft earth, and then went away and forgot all about it. A few months later I found a tiny cherry tree in the long grass. I did not expect it to survive. But the following year it was two feet tall. And then some goats ate its leaves, and a grass cutter’s scythe injured the stem, and I was sure it would wither away. But it renewed itself, sprang up even faster; and within three years it was a healthy, growing tree, about five feet tall.
  • I left the hills for two years — forced by circumstances to make a living in the city — but this time I did not forget the cherry tree. I thought about it fairly often, sent telepathic messages of encouragement in its direction. And when, a couple of years ago, I returned in the autumn, my heart did a somersault when I found my tree sprinkled with pale pink blossom. (The Himalayan cherry flowers in November.) And later, when the fruit was ripe, the tree was visited by finches, tits, bulbuls and other small birds, all come to feast on the sour, red cherries.
  • Last summer I spent a night on the pine knoll, sleeping on the grass beneath the cherry tree. I lay awake for hours, listening to the chatter of the stream and the occasional tonk-tonk of nightjars, and watching through the branches overhead, the stars turning in the sky. And I felt the power of the sky and the earth, and the power of a small cherry seed...
  • And so when the rains are over, this is where I come, that I might feel the peace and power of this place.
  • This is where I will write my stories. I can see everything from here — my cottage across the valley; behind and above me, the town and the bazaar, straddling the ridge; to the left, the high mountains and the twisting road to the source of the great river; below me, the little stream and the path to the village; ahead, the Hill of Fairies and the fields beyond; the wide valley below, and another range of hills and then the distant plains. I can even see Prem Singh in the garden, putting the mattresses out in the sun.
  • From here he is just a speck on the far hill, but I know it is Prem by the way he stands. A man may have a hundred disguises, but in the end it is his posture that gives him away. Like my grandfather, who was a master of disguise and successfully roamed the bazaars as fruit vendor or basket maker. But we could always recognize him because of his pronounced slouch.
  • Prem Singh doesn’t slouch, but he has this habit of looking up at the sky (regardless of whether it’s cloudy or clear), and at the moment he’s looking at the sky.
  • Eight years with Prem. He was just a sixteen-year-old boy when I first saw him, and now he has a wife and child.
  • I had been in the cottage for just over a year... He stood on the landing outside the kitchen door. A tall boy, dark, with good teeth and brown, deep-set eyes, dressed smartly in white drill — his only change of clothes. Looking for a job. I liked the look of him, but —
  ‘I already have someone working for me,’ I said.
  ‘Yes, sir. He is my uncle.’
  In the hills, everyone is a brother or an uncle.
  ‘You don’t want me to dismiss your uncle ?’
  ‘No, sir. But he says you can find a job for me.’
  ‘I’ll try. I’ll make inquiries. Have you just come from your village ?’
  ‘Yes. Yesterday I walked ten miles to Pauri. There I got a bus.’
  ‘Sit down. Your uncle will make some tea.’
  He sat down on the steps, removed his white keds, wriggled his toes. His feet were both long and broad, large feet but not ugly. He was unusually clean for a hill boy. And taller than most.
  • ‘Your name is ...?’
  ‘Prem Singh.’
  ‘All right, Prem, I will try to do something for you.’
  I did not see him for a couple of weeks. I forgot about finding him a job. But when I met him again, on the road to the bazaar, he told me that he had got a temporary job in the Survey, looking after the surveyor’s tents.
  ‘Next week we will be going to Rajasthan,’ he said.
  ‘It will be very hot. Have you been in the desert before ?’
  ‘No, sir.’
  ‘It is not like the hills. And it is far from home.’
  ‘I know. But I have no choice in the matter.’ Based on your understanding of the passage, answer any twelve out of the fifteen questions given below:

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• 2.

  Why did the long-tailed, black-faced langur advise the tiger to take great care to avoid going near a porcupine?
  

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• 3.

  In the poem 'A Lecture Upon the Shadow', what does the metaphor 'shadow' represent?
  

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• 4.

  In the novel 'A Tiger for Malgudi', why does the tiger say 'crow is a treacherous bird'?
  

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• 5.

  What is the contrast between the vitality of the swans and the decline of human life?
  

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• 6.

  Read the extract given below and answer the questions that follow:
  Solomon Margolin regarded her quietly. She had had her own share of troubles. She had suffered in silence for her two brothers, even for Hans, the Nazi. She had gone through a prolonged change of life. Now her face was flushed and covered with beads of sweat. He earned more than enough to pay for a maid, yet Gretl insisted on doing all the housework herself, even the laundry. It had become a mania with her. Every day she scoured the oven. She was forever polishing the windows of their apartment on the sixteenth floor and without using a safety belt.
  (A Wedding in Brownsville)