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Question : Pawan purchased a shirt whose marked price is Rs. 2200. The offer discount on the shirt is 8%. How much amount Pawan need to pay?

Option 1: Rs. 2120

Option 2: Rs. 2024

Option 3: Rs. 2099

Option 4: Rs. 1999

Question : Directions: If PAINT is coded as 74128 and EXCEL is coded as 93596, how is ACCEPT coded?

Option 1: 457958

Option 2: 459758

Option 3: 455978

Option 4: 459578

Question : Full form of CFL used in place of electric bulbs is

Option 1: compact fluorescent lamp

Option 2: constantan filament lamp

Option 3: closed filament lamp

Option 4: closed fluorescent lamp

Question : Who was the chairperson of the Chinese Communist Party at the time of the liberation of China?

Option 1: Zhou Enlai

Option 2: Deng Xiaoping

Option 3: Mao Zedong

Option 4: Liu Shaoqi

Question : In the given sentence, identify the segment that contains a grammatical error.
The backbone in the human body is also called as the vertebral column.

Option 1: is also called

Option 2: as the vertebral column

Option 3: in the human body

Option 4: The backbone

Question : If 5416*6 is a perfect square then the digit at * is:

Option 1: 9

Option 2: 4

Option 3: 6

Option 4: 5

Question : 40 percent of the cost price of an article is equal to 24 percent of its selling price. What is the profit percentage?

Option 1: 60 percent

Option 2: 50 percent

Option 3: 66.66 percent

Option 4: 52.5 percent

Question : Arundhati Roy is the author of the book:

Option 1: The Rising Sun

Option 2: Truth, Love, and a Little Malice

Option 3: Half a Life

Option 4: The Algebra of Infinite Justice

Question : Pilgrimage Tax, which was based on religious discrimination, was abolished by Akbar in which of the following years?

Option 1: 1568

Option 2: 1567

Option 3: 1572

Option 4: 1563

Question : Comprehension:

Read the passage and answer the questions that follow.

The first time that Agha Shahid Ali spoke to me about his approaching death was on 25 April 2001. The conversation began routinely. I had telephoned to remind him that we had been invited to a friend’s house for lunch. Although he had been under treatment for cancer for some fourteen months, Shahid was still on his feet and perfectly lucid, except for occasional lapses of memory. I heard him thumbing through his engagement book and then suddenly he said: ‘Oh dear. I can’t see a thing.’ There was a brief pause and then he added: ‘I hope this doesn’t mean that I’m dying...’ I did not know how to respond: his voice was completely at odds with the content of what he had just said, light to the point of jocularity. I mumbled something innocuous: ‘No Shahid — of course not. You’ll be fine.’ He cut me short. In a tone of voice that was at once quizzical and direct, he said: ‘When it happens I hope you’ll write something about me.’

I was shocked into silence and a long moment passed before I could bring myself to say the things that people say on such occasions. ‘Shahid you’ll be fine; you have to be strong...’From the window of my study, I could see a corner of the building in which he lived, some eight blocks away. It was just a few months since he moved there: he had been living a few miles away, in Manhattan, when he had a sudden blackout in February 2000. After tests revealed that he had a malignant brain tumour, he decided to move to Brooklyn, to be close to his youngest sister, Samantha, who teaches at the Pratt Institute—a few blocks away from the street where I live. Shahid ignored my reassurances. He began to laugh and it was then that I realised that he was dead serious. I understood that he was entrusting me with a quite specific charge: he wanted me to remember him not through the spoken recitatives of memory and friendship, but through the written word.

He knew that my instincts would have led me to search for reasons to avoid writing about his death: I would have told myself that I was not a poet; that our friendship was of recent date; that there were many others who knew him much better and would be writing from greater understanding and knowledge. All this Shahid had guessed and he had decided to shut off those routes while there was still time. ‘You must write about me.’ Finally, I said: ‘Shahid, I will: I’ll do the best I can.’

Question:

Which of these was NOT an excuse that the narrator thought of to decline the request?

Option 1: That others knew Shahid better

Option 2: That their friendship was quite recent

Option 3: That he was too busy

Option 4: That he was not a poet