Question : Comprehension:
Read the passage and answer the questions.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every happy home should have a dog. Ours was a happy family, but we missed a dog. Our family comprised of four siblings: the parents and the grandfather. Our grandfather, whom we called Dadaji, was an awesome person—a strict disciplinarian and a bit whimsical.
One fine morning, happiness exploded in our courtyard. Our maid had rescued a puppy from being crushed on the road, and she came straight to our house. He was the cutest puppy we had ever seen. He was not a pedigreed one, but he was intelligent and had playful eyes. His white coat bore dark black tiger stripes. No sooner had he come to our house than he started playing with us as if he had found his old friends. Our maid called him Moti, and it was approved by all instantly.
But there was a catch. Dadaji never liked dogs. Our happiness was doused with the clearly visualised apprehension that Dadaji would throw away the puppy along with the maid from the house. Sensing the problem, our mother devised a cogent argument to convince him of the utility of the puppy. Mother tried to convince Dadaji that the puppy, when he grew up, would protect the house against thieves. Dadaji looked at the puppy in a measured way and derisively commented, “Let’s see,” and reclined on the easy chair with a newspaper in his hands. It was typical of him—every time he would concede somebody's argument, he would recline on his favourite easy chair with a newspaper.
For three months, ours was the happiest family in the world.
But dogs will be dogs. Moti committed a huge mistake. Our dadaji used wooden sandals with leather straps as footwear.
On that fateful night, Moti, with nothing else attracting his attention, smelled something leathery and started chewing the leather straps off the sandals. By morning, the leather straps were reduced to smithereens.
When Dadaji woke up in the morning and lowered his feet to wear the sandals, he was aghast.
The sandals were missing.
In the courtyard, he saw the shocking scene of the total destruction of his sandals. From disbelief to anger, and from anger to rage, within two minutes, Dadaji was a fireball. “Where is Moti?” he shouted, heaving heavily. All of us, including Mom, were looking for cover. Moti, too, realised his mistake and its consequences. He sheepishly sneaked behind the dining table. But his fate had been sealed.
Question:
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that every happy home should have a dog.” Here, ‘universally acknowledged’ means:

Option 1: not accepted by anyone

Option 2: not accepted by many

Option 3: accepted by all after a lot of debate

Option 4: accepted by everyone with no disagreement

Question : Comprehension:
Read the passage and answer the questions.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every happy home should have a dog. Ours was a happy family, but we missed a dog. Our family comprised of four siblings: the parents and the grandfather. Our grandfather, whom we called Dadaji, was an awesome person—a strict disciplinarian and a bit whimsical.
One fine morning, happiness exploded in our courtyard. Our maid had rescued a puppy from being crushed on the road, and she came straight to our house. He was the cutest puppy we had ever seen. He was not a pedigreed one, but he was intelligent and had playful eyes. His white coat bore dark black tiger stripes. No sooner had he come to our house than he started playing with us as if he had found his old friends. Our maid called him Moti, and it was approved by all instantly.
But there was a catch. Dadaji never liked dogs. Our happiness was doused with the clearly visualised apprehension that Dadaji would throw away the puppy along with the maid from the house. Sensing the problem, our mother devised a cogent argument to convince him of the utility of the puppy. Mother tried to convince Dadaji that the puppy, when he grew up, would protect the house against thieves. Dadaji looked at the puppy in a measured way and derisively commented, “Let’s see,” and reclined on the easy chair with a newspaper in his hands. It was typical of him—every time he would concede somebody's argument, he would recline on his favourite easy chair with a newspaper.
For three months, ours was the happiest family in the world.
But dogs will be dogs. Moti committed a huge mistake. Our dadaji used wooden sandals with leather straps as footwear.
On that fateful night, Moti, with nothing else attracting his attention, smelled something leathery and started chewing the leather straps off the sandals. By morning, the leather straps were reduced to smithereens.
When Dadaji woke up in the morning and lowered his feet to wear the sandals, he was aghast.
The sandals were missing.
In the courtyard, he saw the shocking scene of the total destruction of his sandals. From disbelief to anger, and from anger to rage, within two minutes, Dadaji was a fireball. “Where is Moti?” he shouted, heaving heavily. All of us, including Mom, were looking for cover. Moti, too, realised his mistake and its consequences. He sheepishly sneaked behind the dining table. But his fate had been sealed.

Question:
“On that fateful night...”. Which night is being referred to here?

Option 1: The night when thieves entered the house.

Option 2: The night when Moti disappeared from the house.

Option 3: The night when Moti hid Dadaji’s sandals.

Option 4: The night when Moti chewed the straps off Dadaji’s sandals.

Question : Comprehension:
Read the passage and answer the questions.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every happy home should have a dog. Ours was a happy family, but we missed a dog. Our family comprised of four siblings: the parents and the grandfather. Our grandfather, whom we called Dadaji, was an awesome person—a strict disciplinarian and a bit whimsical.
One fine morning, happiness exploded in our courtyard. Our maid had rescued a puppy from being crushed on the road, and she came straight to our house. He was the cutest puppy we had ever seen. He was not a pedigreed one, but he was intelligent and had playful eyes. His white coat bore dark black tiger stripes. No sooner had he come to our house than he started playing with us as if he had found his old friends. Our maid called him Moti, and it was approved by all instantly.
But there was a catch. Dadaji never liked dogs. Our happiness was doused with the clearly visualised apprehension that Dadaji would throw away the puppy along with the maid from the house. Sensing the problem, our mother devised a cogent argument to convince him of the utility of the puppy. Mother tried to convince Dadaji that the puppy, when he grew up, would protect the house against thieves. Dadaji looked at the puppy in a measured way and derisively commented, “Let’s see,” and reclined on the easy chair with a newspaper in his hands. It was typical of him—every time he would concede somebody's argument, he would recline on his favourite easy chair with a newspaper.
For three months, ours was the happiest family in the world.
But dogs will be dogs. Moti committed a huge mistake. Our dadaji used wooden sandals with leather straps as footwear.
On that fateful night, Moti, with nothing else attracting his attention, smelled something leathery and started chewing the leather straps off the sandals. By morning, the leather straps were reduced to smithereens.
When Dadaji woke up in the morning and lowered his feet to wear the sandals, he was aghast.
The sandals were missing.
In the courtyard, he saw the shocking scene of the total destruction of his sandals. From disbelief to anger, and from anger to rage, within two minutes, Dadaji was a fireball. “Where is Moti?” he shouted, heaving heavily. All of us, including Mom, were looking for cover. Moti, too, realised his mistake and its consequences. He sheepishly sneaked behind the dining table. But his fate had been sealed.

Question:
What can be inferred from this statement: But his fate had been sealed?

Option 1: Nothing can stop something unpleasant happening to Moti.

Option 2: Dadaji would understand and forgive Moti.

Option 3: The family would rebel against dadaji.

Option 4: Moti would not come out of his hiding.

Question : Comprehension:
Read the passage and answer the questions.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every happy home should have a dog. Ours was a happy family, but we missed a dog. Our family comprised of four siblings: the parents and the grandfather. Our grandfather, whom we called Dadaji, was an awesome person—a strict disciplinarian and a bit whimsical.
One fine morning, happiness exploded in our courtyard. Our maid had rescued a puppy from being crushed on the road, and she came straight to our house. He was the cutest puppy we had ever seen. He was not a pedigreed one, but he was intelligent and had playful eyes. His white coat bore dark black tiger stripes. No sooner had he come to our house than he started playing with us as if he had found his old friends. Our maid called him Moti, and it was approved by all instantly.
But there was a catch. Dadaji never liked dogs. Our happiness was doused with the clearly visualised apprehension that Dadaji would throw away the puppy along with the maid from the house. Sensing the problem, our mother devised a cogent argument to convince him of the utility of the puppy. Mother tried to convince Dadaji that the puppy, when he grew up, would protect the house against thieves. Dadaji looked at the puppy in a measured way and derisively commented, “Let’s see,” and reclined on the easy chair with a newspaper in his hands. It was typical of him—every time he would concede somebody's argument, he would recline on his favourite easy chair with a newspaper.
For three months, ours was the happiest family in the world.
But dogs will be dogs. Moti committed a huge mistake. Our dadaji used wooden sandals with leather straps as footwear.
On that fateful night, Moti, with nothing else attracting his attention, smelled something leathery and started chewing the leather straps off the sandals. By morning, the leather straps were reduced to smithereens.
When Dadaji woke up in the morning and lowered his feet to wear the sandals, he was aghast.
The sandals were missing.
In the courtyard, he saw the shocking scene of the total destruction of his sandals. From disbelief to anger, and from anger to rage, within two minutes, Dadaji was a fireball. “Where is Moti?” he shouted, heaving heavily. All of us, including Mom, were looking for cover. Moti, too, realised his mistake and its consequences. He sheepishly sneaked behind the dining table. But his fate had been sealed.

Question:
What does “he was not a pedigreed one” mean?

Option 1: Moti was a thoroughbred

Option 2: Moti was a lowly dog

Option 3: Moti had no disease

Option 4: Moti was not a trained dog

Question : Comprehension:
Read the passage and answer the questions.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that every happy home should have a dog. Ours was a happy family, but we missed a dog. Our family comprised of four siblings: the parents and the grandfather. Our grandfather, whom we called Dadaji, was an awesome person—a strict disciplinarian and a bit whimsical.
One fine morning, happiness exploded in our courtyard. Our maid had rescued a puppy from being crushed on the road, and she came straight to our house. He was the cutest puppy we had ever seen. He was not a pedigreed one, but he was intelligent and had playful eyes. His white coat bore dark black tiger stripes. No sooner had he come to our house than he started playing with us as if he had found his old friends. Our maid called him Moti, and it was approved by all instantly.
But there was a catch. Dadaji never liked dogs. Our happiness was doused with the clearly visualised apprehension that Dadaji would throw away the puppy along with the maid from the house. Sensing the problem, our mother devised a cogent argument to convince him of the utility of the puppy. Mother tried to convince Dadaji that the puppy, when he grew up, would protect the house against thieves. Dadaji looked at the puppy in a measured way and derisively commented, “Let’s see,” and reclined on the easy chair with a newspaper in his hands. It was typical of him—every time he would concede somebody's argument, he would recline on his favourite easy chair with a newspaper.
For three months, ours was the happiest family in the world.
But dogs will be dogs. Moti committed a huge mistake. Our dadaji used wooden sandals with leather straps as footwear.
On that fateful night, Moti, with nothing else attracting his attention, smelled something leathery and started chewing the leather straps off the sandals. By morning, the leather straps were reduced to smithereens.
When Dadaji woke up in the morning and lowered his feet to wear the sandals, he was aghast.
The sandals were missing.
In the courtyard, he saw the shocking scene of the total destruction of his sandals. From disbelief to anger, and from anger to rage, within two minutes, Dadaji was a fireball. “Where is Moti?” he shouted, heaving heavily. All of us, including Mom, were looking for cover. Moti, too, realised his mistake and its consequences. He sheepishly sneaked behind the dining table. But his fate had been sealed.

Question:
"Let’s see," and reclined on the easy chair with a newspaper in his hands’. What did this indicate about Dadaji?

Option 1: Dadaji would lose his temper badly.

Option 2: Dadaji did not care what was happening in the house.

Option 3: Dadaji was easy to please.

Option 4: Dadaji gave in to someone’s argument.

Question : Given below are four sentences, three of which, are jumbled. Pick the option that gives the correct order.

A. The shelves in the library were filled with thick volumes: dictionaries, encyclopedias and other reference books.
B. This shelf was quite high and out of his reach, so he had to fetch a ladder to pick a book that interested him.
C. Ritesh found nothing that interested him, until he came to a small section on photography, which was one of his hobbies.
D. Unfortunately, as he was climbing down the ladder, the book that he had chosen slipped from his hand and fell with a loud thud.

Option 1: ACBD

Option 2: ABCD

Option 3: ABDC

Option 4: ADBC