HS 2nd Year English (Flamingo) Notes of lesson 2 (The Lost Spring) By RT Network

RT Network 8/30/2023 02:33:00 am

Lost Spring

Notes By 💗 RT Network        Anees Jung
  Very Short Type Question :
1. Who is the author of the ‘Lost spring’?
Ans: - Anees Jung is the author of the lesson ‘Lost spring’.
2. What does Mukesh want to be?
Ans: - Mukesh wants to be a motor mechanic.
3. What is ‘Lost spring’ about?
Ans: - ‘Lost spring’ analysis of the grinding poverty of Saheb and Mukesh who lost childhood happiness and traditions which condemn them to a life of exploitation.
4. Where was the original home of Sahib`s family?
Ans: -  The original home of the Sahib Family in Dhaka.
5. What does the author of ‘Lost spring’ find Saheb doing every morning?
Ans: -  The author of ‘Lost spring’ found Saheb every morning scrounging for gold in the garbage dumps of the author`s neighborhood.
6. What does Saheb look for in the garbage dumps?
Ans: -  Saheb looks for gold in the garbage dumps.
7. Where has Saheb come from?
Ans: - Saheb came from Dhaka, Bangladesh.
8. **What does ‘garbage’ mean for the elders of Semapuri?**
Ans: -  For the elders of Semapuri ‘garbage’ is a means of survival.
9. **Where does Mukesh live?**
Ans: -  Mukesh live in Firozabad.
10. **Why have Saheb and his family migrated from Dhaka to Semapuri?**
Ans:- Saheb and his family have migrated from Dhaka to Semapuri because storms swept away their fields and homes.
11. **Who is Saheb? What is the meaning of his name?**
Ans: - Saheb is a rag-picker, living in Semmapuri.
  The Full name of Saheb is ‘Saheb-e-Alam’ which means ‘Lord of the Universe.
12. Where is Semapuri?
Ans: - Semapuri is on the periphery of Delhi.
13. Why is not Saheb wearing Chapels?
Ans: - Saheb is not wearing chapels because his mother did not allow him to wear them and it’s also their tradition to keep their feet away.
14. Why did the man from Udipi pray at the temple as a young boy?
Ans: - The man from Udipi prayed at the temple for a pair of shoes.
B. Short Type of Question :
1. What kinds of bangles are made in Firozabad?
Ans: - In Firozabad every kind of bangle is made for Indian women. They made the bangles of different colors like red, pink, blue, purple, sunny gold paddy green, etc.
2.  Is Saheb happy working at the tea stall? Why?
Ans: - Saheb started working in a tea stall, he does not seem to be happy working at the tea stall because he feels bound and burdened. He gets rupees eight hundred rupees and all his meals but this fee has lost the carefree look of early days. He feels that the canister is heavier than the plastic bag. Thus he lost his freedom and became a servant of others.
3. What is the significance of the bangle in Indian society?
Ans:- In Indian society, bangles symbolic an Indian woman`s Suhaag auspiciousness in marriage, an Indian bride invariable wear red bangles on her wrist as a custom.
4. 'Garbage to them is gold' why does the author say so about the ragpickers?
Ans:- Garbage is gold to the ragpickers of Seemapuri because it provides them items that can be sold for cash, which can buy them food and it is a means of survival. Moreover, it is gold also because the ragpickers can find stray coins and currency notes in it.
5. What is the irony inherent in Saheb`s full name?
Ans:- Saheb`s full name is 'Saheb-e-Alam' suggests that he is the lord of the universe but in reality, he is merely a poor ragpicker who lives in Seemapuri and does a great deal of rag-picking daily for his survival.
6. What explanation does the author of 'Lost Spring' offer for the children not wearing footwear?
Ans:- An explanation offered by the author is that it is a tradition to stay barefoot. It is not a lack of money, she wonders if this is only an excuse to explain away a perpetual state of poverty. She also remembers the story of a poor body who prayed to the goddess for a pair of shoes.
7. What does Saheb look for in the garbage dumps? Where has he come from?
Ans:- Saheb looks for gold in the garbage dumps. He is from Dhaka in Bangladesh. He is living at Seemapuri now.
8. What is Firozabad famous for and why?
Ans:- Firozabad is famous for bangles and bangle making. All kinds of bangles in the colors remain available there round the clock. Every family of Firozabad is engaged in the business of bangle making, all these things make Firozabad very famous.
9. Why do the young inhabitants of Firozabad end up losing their eyesight?   or
Mention the hazards in the glass bangle industries.   or
Describe the miserable plight of the people of Firozabad.
Ans:- The children of Firozabad, Work illegally in glass furnaces with high temperatures in dingy cells without air and light. Their eyes are more adjusted to the dark than to the light's outsight that is why they often lose their eye-sight before they became adults.
10. What are the two different worlds in Firozabad?
Ans:- Then the narrator finds two distinct worlds in Firozabad, the first one is of the families of the bangle-making caught in the vicious circle of the Sahukars the middlemen, the policemen, and the politicians who ensure the perpetual exploitation of these bangle makers.
12. What was the promise made by the Anees Jung to Saheb?
Ans:- The writer, Anees Jung promised to open her school and let Saheb study in it but she could not keep it as it is not easy to open a school in a day or two she makes a hollow promise to the boy which her feel an embarrassing time and again.
C. Essay Type Questions :
1. Describe the miserable Plight of the people of Firozabad.
Ans:- Firozabad is the center of India's glass-blowing industry where a family has spent generations working around the furnaces. They work in tiny cells without air and light. Children slog their daylight hours around these furnaces instead of going to school. They often lose eyesight due to this, before they become adults. They live around stinking lanes choked with garbage in homes having crumbling walls, crowded with families of humans and animals coexisting together. Spirals of bangles of different colors lie in mounds pulled in four-wheeled carts beside the flickering oil lamps, sit boys and girls welding pices of bangles. Despite this long hard work they are trapped in poverty and the burden of this impoverished life is imposed on them generation after generation.
2. Describe the bangle makers of Firozabad. How does the vicious circle of the Sahukars, the middlemen ever allow them to come out of their poverty?
Ans:- Firozabad is famous for its bangles all over India, every other family in the town is engaged in bangle making. It is the center of India`s glass-blowing industry. Over twenty thousand children work illegally in the furnace with high problems. These are exposed to all health problems. These factories are in stinking lanes with garbage. They work in a dingy cell without air and light. Their eyes are more adjusted to the dark than to the light outside. The result is disasters because many of them end up losing their eyesight before they become adults.
The older generation of the bangle makers has fallen into the web of the vicious circles of Sahukars, middlemen, and the police. If they get organized they will be hauled up, beaten, and dragged to jail for doing something illegal no leader among them could help them to see things different world in Firozabad that copiers to keep works poverty.

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