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Directions for Questions 1 – 10:
Read the passage givenbelow and answer the following questions.
Abhijit reminded himself that he had quit his job sometime ago. He had a menial job slogging on his workstation for some client whose only reasons for hiring people from India were that labour and real estate were cheap. He was paid, but not much. He used his brains while working, but not much. In a nutshell, his life was like most of the white collared, educated, salaried labour class that his country specializes in producing. No, his work life was not the problem. The problem was something else.
The commute to his office was mostly uneventful. He had to endure the typical sights and sounds of the torture chamber called the public transport in India every morning. Every neatly ironed shirt got hopelessly crumpled within the first ten minutes of the journey. Funny smelling hair oils on strange heads choked his nostrils every day. He had the habit of polishing his shoes everyday till he had started working. The commute to office changed all that.
On normal days, the number of feet that may have left their mark on his shoes could be somewhere around ten. On some days, it went up to twenty. Hopelessly, he had given up polishing before he left for his work, resorting to using the services of the poor boy near his office who worked in a makeshift arrangement where he not only mended shoes but also polished and shone them. He was a person he met daily. He had dirty hair and probably two sets of tattered clothes which he wore on alternate days. His lips were dry and his finger nails were dirty. He looked no different than any rag -picker that anyone from outside India loves to take a photograph of and show to his wife back home. He had big brown eyes though. Those eyes were beautiful.
Their initial interaction remained strictly business related. The boy polished his shoes and he paid him. Not a word was exchanged for the first couple of months. Gradually, their meetings got informal. It took some time but smiles were followed by occasional chit -chat. The duration of their interaction still remained limited to those five minutes per day only partly because of the fact that he had a habit of reaching his workplace right before his shift was about to start.
Two weeks ago, for the first time, the boy had a request to make. By then, their occasional chit -chat had turned into crisp conversations with more meaningful sharing of information. At the outset, his request seemed strange. This conversation was different. It had money involved.
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Directions for Questions 1 – 10:
Read the passage givenbelow and answer the following questions.
Abhijit reminded himself that he had quit his job sometime ago. He had a menial job slogging on his workstation for some client whose only reasons for hiring people from India were that labour and real estate were cheap. He was paid, but not much. He used his brains while working, but not much. In a nutshell, his life was like most of the white collared, educated, salaried labour class that his country specializes in producing. No, his work life was not the problem. The problem was something else.
The commute to his office was mostly uneventful. He had to endure the typical sights and sounds of the torture chamber called the public transport in India every morning. Every neatly ironed shirt got hopelessly crumpled within the first ten minutes of the journey. Funny smelling hair oils on strange heads choked his nostrils every day. He had the habit of polishing his shoes everyday till he had started working. The commute to office changed all that.
On normal days, the number of feet that may have left their mark on his shoes could be somewhere around ten. On some days, it went up to twenty. Hopelessly, he had given up polishing before he left for his work, resorting to using the services of the poor boy near his office who worked in a makeshift arrangement where he not only mended shoes but also polished and shone them. He was a person he met daily. He had dirty hair and probably two sets of tattered clothes which he wore on alternate days. His lips were dry and his finger nails were dirty. He looked no different than any rag -picker that anyone from outside India loves to take a photograph of and show to his wife back home. He had big brown eyes though. Those eyes were beautiful.
Their initial interaction remained strictly business related. The boy polished his shoes and he paid him. Not a word was exchanged for the first couple of months. Gradually, their meetings got informal. It took some time but smiles were followed by occasional chit -chat. The duration of their interaction still remained limited to those five minutes per day only partly because of the fact that he had a habit of reaching his workplace right before his shift was about to start.
Two weeks ago, for the first time, the boy had a request to make. By then, their occasional chit -chat had turned into crisp conversations with more meaningful sharing of information. At the outset, his request seemed strange. This conversation was different. It had money involved.
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