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He was an old, man. So old that the skin of his hands looked like wrinkled parchment and he smelt peculiar. I could not see much more of him than his hands, because even in the high summer heat, he was completely covered in the folds of what looked like an ancient robe. My mother would have told me to stay clear of him. 'One never knows', she would have said 'one hears so many strange things'. My mother always hears vague, strange things that other people never seem to. But she was three thousand miles away, looking after my youngest aunt, who was about to have a baby, while I was spending my summer holidays here, at my grandmother's place. And I was angry and bored. What sort of holiday was this? My cousins were all busy with exams, or had some reason or the other for not coming. There was nobody to play with, no school tales to tell, no jokes to exchange. Instead, my grandmother was trying to teach me to cook and to stick to her rules because, according to her, I was no longer a child. I was now a regular young lady. How I hated it! I hated learning to cook, I hated the rules. Most of all, I hated the waste of a whole summer holiday in that dismal dusty town with no friends and nowhere to go, not even a library.

The old man was sitting under a huge tree whose branches spread out like the spokes of an umbrella. He was staring ahead, as if he was looking out at sea, at sparkling white sailboats which were tracing disappearing patterns in the water, dipping and skimming, like dancers on ice skates. All I saw was a deserted roadside with the heat shimmering like broken bits of glass.

'Sit!' his voice rang out suddenly. My skin jumped. How had he seen me when I had come up from behind? 'Sit', he said again. 'Sit on the stone.' What stone? I looked around and saw a grey, flat stone, under the tree. I touched it. It was dry, and curiously enough, it felt cool. I sat on it. 'Close your eyes and listen,' he said I closed my eyes. I waited. What was I supposed to hear?

'A story,' his voice said. A story that will serve you.

Read the passage and answer the questions that follow:

He was an old, man. So old that the skin of his hands looked like wrinkled parchment and he smelt peculiar. I could not see much more of him than his hands, because even in the high summer heat, he was completely covered in the folds of what looked like an ancient robe. My mother would have told me to stay clear of him. 'One never knows', she would have said 'one hears so many strange things'. My mother always hears vague, strange things that other people never seem to. But she was three thousand miles away, looking after my youngest aunt, who was about to have a baby, while I was spending my summer holidays here, at my grandmother's place. And I was angry and bored. What sort of holiday was this? My cousins were all busy with exams, or had some reason or the other for not coming. There was nobody to play with, no school tales to tell, no jokes to exchange. Instead, my grandmother was trying to teach me to cook and to stick to her rules because, according to her, I was no longer a child. I was now a regular young lady. How I hated it! I hated learning to cook, I hated the rules. Most of all, I hated the waste of a whole summer holiday in that dismal dusty town with no friends and nowhere to go, not even a library.

The old man was sitting under a huge tree whose branches spread out like the spokes of an umbrella. He was staring ahead, as if he was looking out at sea, at sparkling white sailboats which were tracing disappearing patterns in the water, dipping and skimming, like dancers on ice skates. All I saw was a deserted roadside with the heat shimmering like broken bits of glass.

'Sit!' his voice rang out suddenly. My skin jumped. How had he seen me when I had come up from behind? 'Sit', he said again. 'Sit on the stone.' What stone? I looked around and saw a grey, flat stone, under the tree. I touched it. It was dry, and curiously enough, it felt cool. I sat on it. 'Close your eyes and listen,' he said I closed my eyes. I waited. What was I supposed to hear?

'A story,' his voice said. A story that will serve you.

Read the passage and answer the questions that follow:

He was an old, man. So old that the skin of his hands looked like wrinkled parchment and he smelt peculiar. I could not see much more of him than his hands, because even in the high summer heat, he was completely covered in the folds of what looked like an ancient robe. My mother would have told me to stay clear of him. 'One never knows', she would have said 'one hears so many strange things'. My mother always hears vague, strange things that other people never seem to. But she was three thousand miles away, looking after my youngest aunt, who was about to have a baby, while I was spending my summer holidays here, at my grandmother's place. And I was angry and bored. What sort of holiday was this? My cousins were all busy with exams, or had some reason or the other for not coming. There was nobody to play with, no school tales to tell, no jokes to exchange. Instead, my grandmother was trying to teach me to cook and to stick to her rules because, according to her, I was no longer a child. I was now a regular young lady. How I hated it! I hated learning to cook, I hated the rules. Most of all, I hated the waste of a whole summer holiday in that dismal dusty town with no friends and nowhere to go, not even a library.

The old man was sitting under a huge tree whose branches spread out like the spokes of an umbrella. He was staring ahead, as if he was looking out at sea, at sparkling white sailboats which were tracing disappearing patterns in the water, dipping and skimming, like dancers on ice skates. All I saw was a deserted roadside with the heat shimmering like broken bits of glass.

'Sit!' his voice rang out suddenly. My skin jumped. How had he seen me when I had come up from behind? 'Sit', he said again. 'Sit on the stone.' What stone? I looked around and saw a grey, flat stone, under the tree. I touched it. It was dry, and curiously enough, it felt cool. I sat on it. 'Close your eyes and listen,' he said I closed my eyes. I waited. What was I supposed to hear?

'A story,' his voice said. A story that will serve you.

Read the passage and answer the questions that follow:

He was an old, man. So old that the skin of his hands looked like wrinkled parchment and he smelt peculiar. I could not see much more of him than his hands, because even in the high summer heat, he was completely covered in the folds of what looked like an ancient robe. My mother would have told me to stay clear of him. 'One never knows', she would have said 'one hears so many strange things'. My mother always hears vague, strange things that other people never seem to. But she was three thousand miles away, looking after my youngest aunt, who was about to have a baby, while I was spending my summer holidays here, at my grandmother's place. And I was angry and bored. What sort of holiday was this? My cousins were all busy with exams, or had some reason or the other for not coming. There was nobody to play with, no school tales to tell, no jokes to exchange. Instead, my grandmother was trying to teach me to cook and to stick to her rules because, according to her, I was no longer a child. I was now a regular young lady. How I hated it! I hated learning to cook, I hated the rules. Most of all, I hated the waste of a whole summer holiday in that dismal dusty town with no friends and nowhere to go, not even a library.

The old man was sitting under a huge tree whose branches spread out like the spokes of an umbrella. He was staring ahead, as if he was looking out at sea, at sparkling white sailboats which were tracing disappearing patterns in the water, dipping and skimming, like dancers on ice skates. All I saw was a deserted roadside with the heat shimmering like broken bits of glass.

'Sit!' his voice rang out suddenly. My skin jumped. How had he seen me when I had come up from behind? 'Sit', he said again. 'Sit on the stone.' What stone? I looked around and saw a grey, flat stone, under the tree. I touched it. It was dry, and curiously enough, it felt cool. I sat on it. 'Close your eyes and listen,' he said I closed my eyes. I waited. What was I supposed to hear?

'A story,' his voice said. A story that will serve you.

Read the passage and answer the questions that follow:

He was an old, man. So old that the skin of his hands looked like wrinkled parchment and he smelt peculiar. I could not see much more of him than his hands, because even in the high summer heat, he was completely covered in the folds of what looked like an ancient robe. My mother would have told me to stay clear of him. 'One never knows', she would have said 'one hears so many strange things'. My mother always hears vague, strange things that other people never seem to. But she was three thousand miles away, looking after my youngest aunt, who was about to have a baby, while I was spending my summer holidays here, at my grandmother's place. And I was angry and bored. What sort of holiday was this? My cousins were all busy with exams, or had some reason or the other for not coming. There was nobody to play with, no school tales to tell, no jokes to exchange. Instead, my grandmother was trying to teach me to cook and to stick to her rules because, according to her, I was no longer a child. I was now a regular young lady. How I hated it! I hated learning to cook, I hated the rules. Most of all, I hated the waste of a whole summer holiday in that dismal dusty town with no friends and nowhere to go, not even a library.

The old man was sitting under a huge tree whose branches spread out like the spokes of an umbrella. He was staring ahead, as if he was looking out at sea, at sparkling white sailboats which were tracing disappearing patterns in the water, dipping and skimming, like dancers on ice skates. All I saw was a deserted roadside with the heat shimmering like broken bits of glass.

'Sit!' his voice rang out suddenly. My skin jumped. How had he seen me when I had come up from behind? 'Sit', he said again. 'Sit on the stone.' What stone? I looked around and saw a grey, flat stone, under the tree. I touched it. It was dry, and curiously enough, it felt cool. I sat on it. 'Close your eyes and listen,' he said I closed my eyes. I waited. What was I supposed to hear?

'A story,' his voice said. A story that will serve you.

Read the passage and answer the questions that follow:

He was an old, man. So old that the skin of his hands looked like wrinkled parchment and he smelt peculiar. I could not see much more of him than his hands, because even in the high summer heat, he was completely covered in the folds of what looked like an ancient robe. My mother would have told me to stay clear of him. 'One never knows', she would have said 'one hears so many strange things'. My mother always hears vague, strange things that other people never seem to. But she was three thousand miles away, looking after my youngest aunt, who was about to have a baby, while I was spending my summer holidays here, at my grandmother's place. And I was angry and bored. What sort of holiday was this? My cousins were all busy with exams, or had some reason or the other for not coming. There was nobody to play with, no school tales to tell, no jokes to exchange. Instead, my grandmother was trying to teach me to cook and to stick to her rules because, according to her, I was no longer a child. I was now a regular young lady. How I hated it! I hated learning to cook, I hated the rules. Most of all, I hated the waste of a whole summer holiday in that dismal dusty town with no friends and nowhere to go, not even a library.

The old man was sitting under a huge tree whose branches spread out like the spokes of an umbrella. He was staring ahead, as if he was looking out at sea, at sparkling white sailboats which were tracing disappearing patterns in the water, dipping and skimming, like dancers on ice skates. All I saw was a deserted roadside with the heat shimmering like broken bits of glass.

'Sit!' his voice rang out suddenly. My skin jumped. How had he seen me when I had come up from behind? 'Sit', he said again. 'Sit on the stone.' What stone? I looked around and saw a grey, flat stone, under the tree. I touched it. It was dry, and curiously enough, it felt cool. I sat on it. 'Close your eyes and listen,' he said I closed my eyes. I waited. What was I supposed to hear?

'A story,' his voice said. A story that will serve you.

During his frequent visits to Thumba, Prof. Sarabhai would openly review the progress of the work with the entire team. He never gave directions. Rather, through a free exchange of views, he led us forward into new terrain which often revealed an unforeseen solution. Perhaps he was aware that though a particular goal might be clear to himself, and he could give adequate directions for its accomplishment, his team members might have resisted working towards a goal that made no sense to them. He considered the collective understanding of the problem the main attribute of effective leadership. He once told me, 'Look, my job is to make decisions; but it is equally important to see to it that these decisions are accepted by my team members.'

In fact, Prof. Sarabhai took a series of decision that were to become the life-mission of many. We would make our own rockets, our own Satellite Launch Vehicles (SLVs) and our own satellites. And this would not be done one-by-one but concurrently, in a multi-dimensional fashion.

During his frequent visits to Thumba, Prof. Sarabhai would openly review the progress of the work with the entire team. He never gave directions. Rather, through a free exchange of views, he led us forward into new terrain which often revealed an unforeseen solution. Perhaps he was aware that though a particular goal might be clear to himself, and he could give adequate directions for its accomplishment, his team members might have resisted working towards a goal that made no sense to them. He considered the collective understanding of the problem the main attribute of effective leadership. He once told me, 'Look, my job is to make decisions; but it is equally important to see to it that these decisions are accepted by my team members.'

In fact, Prof. Sarabhai took a series of decision that were to become the life-mission of many. We would make our own rockets, our own Satellite Launch Vehicles (SLVs) and our own satellites. And this would not be done one-by-one but concurrently, in a multi-dimensional fashion.

During his frequent visits to Thumba, Prof. Sarabhai would openly review the progress of the work with the entire team. He never gave directions. Rather, through a free exchange of views, he led us forward into new terrain which often revealed an unforeseen solution. Perhaps he was aware that though a particular goal might be clear to himself, and he could give adequate directions for its accomplishment, his team members might have resisted working towards a goal that made no sense to them. He considered the collective understanding of the problem the main attribute of effective leadership. He once told me, 'Look, my job is to make decisions; but it is equally important to see to it that these decisions are accepted by my team members.'

In fact, Prof. Sarabhai took a series of decision that were to become the life-mission of many. We would make our own rockets, our own Satellite Launch Vehicles (SLVs) and our own satellites. And this would not be done one-by-one but concurrently, in a multi-dimensional fashion.

During his frequent visits to Thumba, Prof. Sarabhai would openly review the progress of the work with the entire team. He never gave directions. Rather, through a free exchange of views, he led us forward into new terrain which often revealed an unforeseen solution. Perhaps he was aware that though a particular goal might be clear to himself, and he could give adequate directions for its accomplishment, his team members might have resisted working towards a goal that made no sense to them. He considered the collective understanding of the problem the main attribute of effective leadership. He once told me, 'Look, my job is to make decisions; but it is equally important to see to it that these decisions are accepted by my team members.'

In fact, Prof. Sarabhai took a series of decision that were to become the life-mission of many. We would make our own rockets, our own Satellite Launch Vehicles (SLVs) and our own satellites. And this would not be done one-by-one but concurrently, in a multi-dimensional fashion.

During his frequent visits to Thumba, Prof. Sarabhai would openly review the progress of the work with the entire team. He never gave directions. Rather, through a free exchange of views, he led us forward into new terrain which often revealed an unforeseen solution. Perhaps he was aware that though a particular goal might be clear to himself, and he could give adequate directions for its accomplishment, his team members might have resisted working towards a goal that made no sense to them. He considered the collective understanding of the problem the main attribute of effective leadership. He once told me, 'Look, my job is to make decisions; but it is equally important to see to it that these decisions are accepted by my team members.'

In fact, Prof. Sarabhai took a series of decision that were to become the life-mission of many. We would make our own rockets, our own Satellite Launch Vehicles (SLVs) and our own satellites. And this would not be done one-by-one but concurrently, in a multi-dimensional fashion.

During his frequent visits to Thumba, Prof. Sarabhai would openly review the progress of the work with the entire team. He never gave directions. Rather, through a free exchange of views, he led us forward into new terrain which often revealed an unforeseen solution. Perhaps he was aware that though a particular goal might be clear to himself, and he could give adequate directions for its accomplishment, his team members might have resisted working towards a goal that made no sense to them. He considered the collective understanding of the problem the main attribute of effective leadership. He once told me, 'Look, my job is to make decisions; but it is equally important to see to it that these decisions are accepted by my team members.'

In fact, Prof. Sarabhai took a series of decision that were to become the life-mission of many. We would make our own rockets, our own Satellite Launch Vehicles (SLVs) and our own satellites. And this would not be done one-by-one but concurrently, in a multi-dimensional fashion.

The environment comprises all the physical, social and cultural factors and conditions influencing the existence or the development of an organism. Due to indiscriminate industrialization, man has created a state of decadence. He has continuously tempered with nature which has resulted in the treat to the sustenance of mankind. Although, attempts have been made to restore nature to its previous state of purity and serenity, the efforts have not been whole-hearted.

Earth is the home we all share and would pass on to our future generation as their legacy. But if they inherit the present state of the world, they would be unable to sustain themselves. Man has steadily improved the technologies and other means necessary for higher production of wealth and for the availability of devices that could give more physical and mental pleasures. The industrial revolution led to drastic escalation of earth's surface temperature. Man exploited nature for his benefits, without any foresight as to what the implications of his actions would be. Indiscriminate industrialization resulted in urban migration as the rural poor settled in cities in search of opportunities. Cities, already facing a population crisis could not accommodate the migrates and this led to the development of slums. This has resulted in increased pressure on the available resources and further degradation of the environment.

The environment comprises all the physical, social and cultural factors and conditions influencing the existence or the development of an organism. Due to indiscriminate industrialization, man has created a state of decadence. He has continuously tempered with nature which has resulted in the treat to the sustenance of mankind. Although, attempts have been made to restore nature to its previous state of purity and serenity, the efforts have not been whole-hearted.

Earth is the home we all share and would pass on to our future generation as their legacy. But if they inherit the present state of the world, they would be unable to sustain themselves. Man has steadily improved the technologies and other means necessary for higher production of wealth and for the availability of devices that could give more physical and mental pleasures. The industrial revolution led to drastic escalation of earth's surface temperature. Man exploited nature for his benefits, without any foresight as to what the implications of his actions would be. Indiscriminate industrialization resulted in urban migration as the rural poor settled in cities in search of opportunities. Cities, already facing a population crisis could not accommodate the migrates and this led to the development of slums. This has resulted in increased pressure on the available resources and further degradation of the environment.

The environment comprises all the physical, social and cultural factors and conditions influencing the existence or the development of an organism. Due to indiscriminate industrialization, man has created a state of decadence. He has continuously tempered with nature which has resulted in the treat to the sustenance of mankind. Although, attempts have been made to restore nature to its previous state of purity and serenity, the efforts have not been whole-hearted.

Earth is the home we all share and would pass on to our future generation as their legacy. But if they inherit the present state of the world, they would be unable to sustain themselves. Man has steadily improved the technologies and other means necessary for higher production of wealth and for the availability of devices that could give more physical and mental pleasures. The industrial revolution led to drastic escalation of earth's surface temperature. Man exploited nature for his benefits, without any foresight as to what the implications of his actions would be. Indiscriminate industrialization resulted in urban migration as the rural poor settled in cities in search of opportunities. Cities, already facing a population crisis could not accommodate the migrates and this led to the development of slums. This has resulted in increased pressure on the available resources and further degradation of the environment.

The environment comprises all the physical, social and cultural factors and conditions influencing the existence or the development of an organism. Due to indiscriminate industrialization, man has created a state of decadence. He has continuously tempered with nature which has resulted in the treat to the sustenance of mankind. Although, attempts have been made to restore nature to its previous state of purity and serenity, the efforts have not been whole-hearted.

Earth is the home we all share and would pass on to our future generation as their legacy. But if they inherit the present state of the world, they would be unable to sustain themselves. Man has steadily improved the technologies and other means necessary for higher production of wealth and for the availability of devices that could give more physical and mental pleasures. The industrial revolution led to drastic escalation of earth's surface temperature. Man exploited nature for his benefits, without any foresight as to what the implications of his actions would be. Indiscriminate industrialization resulted in urban migration as the rural poor settled in cities in search of opportunities. Cities, already facing a population crisis could not accommodate the migrates and this led to the development of slums. This has resulted in increased pressure on the available resources and further degradation of the environment.

The environment comprises all the physical, social and cultural factors and conditions influencing the existence or the development of an organism. Due to indiscriminate industrialization, man has created a state of decadence. He has continuously tempered with nature which has resulted in the treat to the sustenance of mankind. Although, attempts have been made to restore nature to its previous state of purity and serenity, the efforts have not been whole-hearted.

Earth is the home we all share and would pass on to our future generation as their legacy. But if they inherit the present state of the world, they would be unable to sustain themselves. Man has steadily improved the technologies and other means necessary for higher production of wealth and for the availability of devices that could give more physical and mental pleasures. The industrial revolution led to drastic escalation of earth's surface temperature. Man exploited nature for his benefits, without any foresight as to what the implications of his actions would be. Indiscriminate industrialization resulted in urban migration as the rural poor settled in cities in search of opportunities. Cities, already facing a population crisis could not accommodate the migrates and this led to the development of slums. This has resulted in increased pressure on the available resources and further degradation of the environment.

The environment comprises all the physical, social and cultural factors and conditions influencing the existence or the development of an organism. Due to indiscriminate industrialization, man has created a state of decadence. He has continuously tempered with nature which has resulted in the treat to the sustenance of mankind. Although, attempts have been made to restore nature to its previous state of purity and serenity, the efforts have not been whole-hearted.

Earth is the home we all share and would pass on to our future generation as their legacy. But if they inherit the present state of the world, they would be unable to sustain themselves. Man has steadily improved the technologies and other means necessary for higher production of wealth and for the availability of devices that could give more physical and mental pleasures. The industrial revolution led to drastic escalation of earth's surface temperature. Man exploited nature for his benefits, without any foresight as to what the implications of his actions would be. Indiscriminate industrialization resulted in urban migration as the rural poor settled in cities in search of opportunities. Cities, already facing a population crisis could not accommodate the migrates and this led to the development of slums. This has resulted in increased pressure on the available resources and further degradation of the environment.