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SCERT Lecture by Pravin Mulay.

https://youtu.be/-VTV96S2GeI  

Practice Activity Sheet.

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      Activity Sheet   Class -12  Time - 3 hours                      Sub - English                                                              Marks - 80  SECTION 1 : Prose (Reading for Comprehension, Language Study, Summary, Mind Mapping)  Que 1 A Read the extract and do all the activities.                  [12]  There is a revolution in the lifestyle of people which has been affected by Big Data. Our food habits, our health care, our travelling, our scientific pursuits, you name it and everything has changed 360 degrees. The massive data available with us can r...

Practice Activity sheet

  Model Activity Sheet for Board Exam Practice     Time: Three Hours                   Sub : ENGLISH                      Marks: 80                                                                                                SECTION I – PROSE (Reading for Comprehension, Language Study, Summary, Mind Mapping) Q.1 A) Read the extract and complete the activities given below.       (12) There was a pause as cars hooted on the road, jutka drivers swore at their horses and the babble of the crowd agitated the semi-darkness of the park. The othe...

Inchcape Rock presentation

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Appreciation 2.5 to 2.8

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Poetic Appreciation 2.1to 2.4.

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Unit 2.5 Father returning home. (Activity)

 Unit 2.5 Father Returning Home    Dilip Chitre My father travels on the late evening train  Standing among silent commuters in the yellow light Suburbs slide past his unseeing eyes His shirt and pants are soggy and his black raincoat  Stained with mud and his bag stuffed with books  Is falling apart. His eyes dimmed by age  Fade homeward through the humid monsoon night. Now I can see him getting off the train   Like a word dropped from a long sentence. He hurries across the length of the grey platform Crosses the railway line, enters the lane, His chappals are sticky with mud, but he hurries onward.   Home again, I see him drinking weak tea,  Eating a stale chapatti, reading a book.  He goes into the toilet to contemplate  Man’s estrangement from a man-made world.  Coming out he trembles at the sink,  The cold water running over his brown hands,  A few droplets cling to the greying hair on his wrists. ...