Villa for Sale by Sacha Guitry

Drama — Villa for Sale by Sacha Guitry

Maid: Won’t Madame be sorry?
Juliette: Not at all. Mind you, if someone had bought it on the very day I placed it for sale, then I might have felt sorry
because I would have wondered if I hadn’t been a fool to sell at all. But the sign has been hanging on the gate for over a month now and I am beginning to be afraid that the day I bought it was when I was the real fool.
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Juliette, an elderly lady, is the owner of a villa which is not exactly like a spacious sprawling house the name suggests. She wants to sell it off, and, therefore, has put up a ‘For Sale’ board on the gate. However, there has hardly been any inquiry for the property. This has left Juliette a bit sad and anxious. The maid wants to comfort her employer by asking if the dearth of prospective buyers was causing some worry for her.
Juliette does not quite like the suggestion because it seems to kindle a degree of anxiety in her mind. She has some contradictory thoughts in her mind. She tells the maid that if a buyer would have come to buy the house the day after the notice was put, and closed the deal by paying the full cost, she could have surmised that the villa was under-sold. However, with no buyer coming forward in the last one month, Juliette was worried that the property was over-priced, and she had made an error of judgment by buying it in the first place.
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Maid.. All the same …… hung it yourself, Madame
Juliette … I know, you see. ……………… lady would call?
Explanation …. The maid, always eager to pamper her mistress’s ego, told Juliette that she had held back hanging the board till the night fell and it was all dark. This was enough to conclude that Juliette was in n tearing hurry to sell the villa. Juliette said she put it up in the night’s darkness as passers-by can’t read the board at night, and, thus, she could delay the sale for a day and prolong her stay a bit longer. Juliette thought buyers would throng her villa the next day vying to outbid each other in an effort to buy the prized property. To the land lady’s disappointment, none came although seven days went by. She felt awkward while looking at the solitary board that seemed to yearn for buyers’ eyes. To add to her misery, her neighbours appeared to look at her with quizzical eyes. That made her feel somewhat diminished before them.
Now, it is a month since the board was hung. Yet, not a single buyer has approached Juliette. Her mind is getting restless. Now, she wants the sale to go through, somehow. She is ready to lower the price, if that could lead to an early closure.
Apparently, Juliette had bought the property for fifty thousand francs some years back. Now, she wants just one hundred thousand francs. Quite a bargain Juliette feels. She reckons that she can get up to two hundred thousand francs for the villa. But, it is a vain hope. Juliette is now ready to scale down her expectations, to get rid of the uncertainty. In the last one week, some four buyers had come to inquire, but they appeared to be non-serious ones. It has heightened Juliette’s angst. Lost in these thoughts, she asks the maid about the time a buyer coming through an estate agency is going to call.
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Maid: Between four and five, Madame.

Juliette: Then we must wait for her.
Maid: It was a nice little place for you to spend the weekends, Madame.
Juliette: Yes . . . but times are hard and business is as bad as it can be.
Maid: In that case, Madame, is it a good time to sell?
Juliette: No, perhaps not. But still. . . there are moments in life when it’s the right time to buy, but it’s never the right time to sell. For fifteen years everybody has had money at the same time and nobody has wanted to sell.
Now nobody has any money and nobody wants to buy. But still.. even so … it would be funny if I couldn’t manage to sell a place here, a stone’s throw from Joinville, the French Hollywood, when all I’m asking is a paltry hundred thousand!
Explanation …. The caller will call between four and five, informs the maid. Juliette has no other way but to wait. The maid wants to keep her mistress amused. She says a word or two in praise of the villa. Juliette smiles wryly, and says she was going through hard times.
The maid persists in her attempt to please her employer. She asks if it was the opportune time to sell the villa. Juliette slips into a contemplative mood. She says the buyers are rare because business has nose-dived. Yet, she feels the property so close to Joinville, the Hollywood equivalent of Hollywood, is a posh one. So, she should get buyers. After all, she was asking for just one hundred thousand francs, not a very great amount.

Maid: That reminds me, there is a favour I want to ask you, Madame,

Juliette: Yes, what is it, my girl?

Maid: Will you be kind enough to let me off between nine and noon tomorrow morning?

Juliette: From nine till noon?

Maid: They have asked me to play in a film at the Joinville Studio.

Juliette: You are going to act for the cinema?

Maid: Yes, Madame.

Juliette: What kind of part are you going to play?

Maid: A maid, Madame. They prefer the real article. They say maids are born; maids not made maids. They are giving me a hundred francs a morning for doing it.

Juliette: One hundred francs!

Maid: Yes, Madame. And as you only pay me four hundred a month, I can’t very well refuse, can I, Madame?

Juliette: A hundred francs! It’s unbelievable!

Maid: Will you permit me, Madame, to tell you something I’ve suddenly thought of?

Juliette: What?

Maid: They want a cook in the film as well. They asked me if I
knew of anybody suitable. You said just now, Madame, that times were hard.
… Would you like me to get you the engagement?

Juliette: What?

Maid: Every little helps, Madame. Especially, Madame, as you have such a funny face.

Juliette: Thank you.

Maid (taking no notice). They might take you on for eight days, Madame. That would mean eight hundred francs. It’s really money for nothing. You would only have to peel potatoes one minute and make an omlette the next, quite easy. I could show you how to do it, Madame.

Juliette: But how kind of you. … Thank God I’m not quite so hard up as that yet!

Maid: Oh, Madame, I hope you are not angry with me?

Juliette: Not in the least.

Maid: You see, Madame, film acting is rather looked up to round here.
Everybody wants to do it. Yesterday the butcher didn’t open his shop, he was being shot all the morning. Today, nobody could find the four policemen, they were taking part in Monsieur Milton’s fight scene in his new film. Nobody thinks about anything else round here now. You see, they pay so well. The manager is offering a thousand francs for a real beggar who has had nothing to eat for two days. Some people have all the luck! Think it over, Madame.

Explanation … Sensing her mistress’s friendly mood, the maid asks for a few hours break the next morning. She says she has got a chance to do a small role as a maid in a film being shot in the nearby Joinville Studio. She got the offer as the film people needed a real maid, not a made-up one, to do the role. They had offered her a very handsome payment of one hundred francs for this fleeting appearance.
Juliette is both amused and surprised to hear this.
The maid has more surprises up her sleeve for her mistress. She says the film crew are looking for someone to do the role of a cook. She dares to suggest that her mistress could do the role admirably as she has a nicely sculpted face befitting for the role. The job involves peeling potatoes and making omelets. She tries to entice Juliette to accept the role saying the role would last for eight days, and works out to quite a tidy sum. As final push, the maid says that acting in films is considered glamorous in the town. People in the locality were more than eager to do roles in films. She narrated how the butcher kept his shop closed to do the small role he got in the film. Even four of the local policemen had taken a day off to do a fight scene in Monsieur Milton’s fight scene. The film crew were offering a thousand francs to enlist the services of a real-life beggar with a truly famished look. Reeling off information like this, she tried to bring the lady around to doing the cook role.

Juliette: Thanks, I will.

Maid: If you would go and see them with your hair slicked back the way you do when you are dressing,

Madame, I am sure they would engage you right away. Because really, Madame, you look too comical!

Juliette: Thank you! (The bell rings.) I am going upstairs for a moment. If that is the lady, tell her I will not be long. It won’t do to give her the impression that
I am waiting for her.
Maid: Very good, Madame.

(Exit JULIETTE, as she runs off to open the front door.) Oh, if I could become a Greta Garbo! Why can’t I? Oh! (Voices heard off, a second later, the MAID returns showing in GASTON and JEANNE.)

Maid: If you will be kind enough to sit down, I will tell Madame you are here.

Jeanne: Thank you.

(Exit MAID)

Gaston: And they call that a garden! Why, it’s a yard with a patch of grass in
the middle.

Jeanne: But the inside of the house seems very nice, Gaston.

Gaston: Twenty-five yards of Cretonne and a dash of paint… you can get that
Anywhere.

Jeanne: That’s not fair. Wait until you’ve seen the rest of it.

Gaston: Why should I? I don’t want to see the kitchen to know that the garden is a myth and that the salon is impossible.

Jeanne: What’s the matter with it?

Gaston: Matter? Why, you can’t even call it a salon.

Jeanne: Perhaps there is another.

Gaston: Never mind the other. I’m talking about this one.

Jeanne: We could do something very original with it.

Gaston: Yes, make it an annex to the garden.

Jeanne: No, but a kind of study.

Gaston: A study? Good Lord! You’re not thinking of going in for studying
are you?

Jeanne: Don’t be silly!

You know perfectly well what a modern study is

Explanation .. Juliette consents to her maid’s proposition. The maid still can’t stop coaxing her mistress to do the cook’s role. She said Julette’s hair-do is just right for the role. She says the film people would need little time to decide on her participation.

The bell rings disrupting the duo’s conversation.

Juliette feels the visitor is one of the buyers who was due to come around that time. In order not to give an impression that she is no great hurry to sell her villa, decides to retreat to the first floor, so that the buyer is made to wait for a while. She rushes off fast instructing her maid accordingly. The prospect of acting in a film lifts her mood. For a while, she fancies herself as another Greta Garbo – the celebrated actress of the silver screen.

Soon the maid opens the front door and ushers in the visitors. It is not the buyer who was scheduled to come. Instead, it is husband-wife team. Gaston and his wife Jeanne have come to see property.

The maid leaves after making the couple seated comfortably. The husband and wife are alone.

Gaston talks very disapprovingly about the villa. Particularly, he refers to the tiny patch of grass at the centre of a small vacant area which has been described as a garden by the seller.

Jeanne has a different view. She argues that the house’s interiors are quite upscale.

That triggers another spate of derisive comments from her husband Gaston. He says the property is just ordinary.

Jeanne is not silenced. She pleads with Gaston to hold back his comments till he sees the whole house.

Gaston seems to bristle with anger. He continues to pass caustic comments about the property. He says the salon is too ordinary to be called a salon.

Jeanne says they could modify it to their needs, later.

Gaston grumbles that it is fit to be broken down and its space can be merged with the garden.

Jeanne says it could be renovated to be a study.

Gaston chides his wife for making such a suggestion. An argument is soon to erupt.

Gaston: No, I don’t.
Jeanne: Well. .. er.. . it’s a place where . .. where one gathers . ..

Gaston: Where one gathers what?

Jeanne: Don’t be aggravating, please! If you don’t want the house, tell me so at once and we’ll say no more about it.

Gaston: I told you before we crossed the road that I didn’t want it. As soon as you see a sign ‘Villa for Sale’, you have to go inside and be shown over
it.

Jeanne: But we are buying a villa, aren’t we?

Gaston: We are not.

Jeanne: What do you mean: ‘We are not’?
Then we’re not looking for a villa?

Gaston: Certainly not. It’s just an idea you’ve had stuck in your head for the past month.

Jeanne: But we’ve talked about nothing else….

Gaston: You mean you’ve talked about nothing else. I’ve never talked about it.
You see, you’ve talked about it so much that you thought that we are talking. … You haven’t even noticed that I’ve never
joined in the conversation. If you say that you are looking for a villa, then that’s different!

Jeanne: Well… at any rate . . . whether I’m looking for it or we’re looking for it, the one thing that matters anyway is that I’m looking for it for
us!

Gaston: It’s not for us . . . it’s for your parents. You are simply trying to make me buy a villa so that you can put your father and your mother in it. You see, I know you. If you got what you want, do you realize what would happen? We would spend the month of August in the villa, but your parents would take possession of it every year from the beginning of April until the end of September. What’s more they would bring the whole tribe of your sister’s children with them. No! I am very fond of your family, but not quite so fond as
that.

Jeanne: Then why have you been looking over villas for the past week?

Gaston: I have not been looking over them, you have, and it bores me.

Jeanne: Well…

Gaston: Well what?

Jeanne: Then stop being bored and buy one. That will finish it. We won’t talk about it any more.

Gaston: Exactly!

Jeanne: As far as that goes, what of it?
Suppose I do want to buy a villa for papa and mamma? What of it?
Explanation ….. Gaston and Jeanne get into some arguments about the house. Gaston is averse to the idea where as his wife is quite open to the idea of buying the property. Gaston finds fault with everything about the house. On the contrary, Jeanne likes it.
Jeanne’s nerves are frayed as her husband tends to bury the idea. It seems clear that Jeanne saw the ‘Villa for Sale’, and walked in to see it. Her husband had opposed the idea from the very outset.
Gaston accuses Jeanne of being fickle in deciding to buy a property, when both had discussed the idea only perfunctorily. He shoots down the idea almost contemptuously.
Jeanne is hurt and resentful at her husband’s aloofness. She reminds him that the property would be acquired for their joint use, not her alone.
Gaston, seething in anger at his wife’s obstinacy, hits back with some comments that are bound to annoy Jeanne more. He says the villa would be occupied by her parents for most parts of the year – from April to September. The parents could even bring their grandchildren along! In contrast, the two would live there only in August.
Jeanne is sore and indignant at the way Gaston shrugs off the suggestion that the decision to buy a house was a joint decision, not a whim of hers.
Gaston: My darling. I quite admit that you want to buy a villa for your father and mother. But please admit on your side that I don’t want to pay for it.
Jeanne: There’s my dowry.

Gaston: Your dowry! My poor child, we have spent that long ago.

Jeanne: But since then you have made a fortune.

Gaston: Quite so. I have, but you haven’t. Anyway, there’s no use discussing it. I will not buy a villa and that ends it.

Jeanne: Then it wasn’t worth while coming in.

Gaston: That’s exactly what I told you at the door.

Jeanne: In that case, let’s go.

Gaston: By all means.

Jeanne: What on earth will the lady think of us.

Gaston: I have never cared much about anybody’s
opinion. Come along.(He takes his hat and goes towards the door.
At this moment JULIETTE enters.)

Juliette: Good afternoon, Madame… Monsieur….

Jeanne: How do you do, Madame?

Gaston: Good day.

Juliette: Won’t you sit down? (They all three sit.) Is your first impression a good one?

Jeanne: Excellent.

Juliette: I am not in the least surprised. It is a most delightful little place. Its appearance is modest, but it has a charm of its own. I can tell by just looking at you that it would suit you admirably, as you suit it, if you will permit me to say so. Coming from me, it may surprise you to hear that you already appear to be at home. The choice of a frame is not so easy when you have such a
delightful pastel to place in it. (She naturally indicates JEANNE who is flattered.) The house possesses a great many advantages. Electricity, gas, water, telephone, and drainage. The bathroom is beautifully fitted and the roof was entirely repaired last year.

Jeanne: Oh, that is very important, isn’t it, darling?

Gaston: For whom?

Juliette: The garden is not very large . . . it’s not long and it’s not wide, but…

Gaston: But my word, it is high.

Explanation .. The argument gets nastier and nastier. Jeanne brazenly asserts that she wants to buy a house for her parents. Gaston demands to know if she could pay for the house.
Jeanne reminds her husband that she had bought a good amount of dowry that can be utilized for the purpose.
Gaston pooh-poohs the idea saying that the money had been spent long ago.
Jeanne reminds her husband that he had made enough money utilizing the dowry she had bought. Gaston says that he had put in enough hard work to make the money. He proceeds to end the acrimony by unequivocally declaring that he was not going to buy the property under any circumstances.
With the bitter argument lingering in their minds, they prepare to leave.
Jeanne feels it would be bad manners to leave the place abruptly without informing the land lady.
But, Gaston is determined to leave.
Just then Juliette comes in.
She exchanges pleasantries with the visitors and makes them seated. Then she proceeds to sing the praise of her property. As a clever salesman, she tries to subtly flatter Jeanne by indicating that a beautiful woman deserves a beautiful home. It had its desired effect on Jeanne. Then, she proceeds to describe how comfortable her villa is with all the amenities gas, water, telephone etc. available.
Jeanne can not hold back her fascination.
Gaston prepares to dampen his wife’s enthusiasm.
Juliette modestly admits that the garden is rather small in size.
Gaston is sarcastic.

Juliette: That’s not exactly what I meant. Your husband is very witty, Madame. As I was saying, the garden is not very large, but you see, it is surrounded by other gardens. . . .

Gaston: On the principle of people who like children and haven’t any can always go and live near a school.

Jeanne: Please don’t joke,

Gaston. What this lady says is perfectly right. Will you tell me, Madame, what price you are asking for the villa?

Juliette: Well, you see, I must admit, quite frankly, that I don’t want to sell it any more.

Gaston : (rising) Then there’s nothing further to be said about it.

Juliette: Please, I…

Jeanne: Let Madame finish, darling.

Juliette: Thank you. I was going to say that for exceptional people like you, I don’t mind giving it up. One arranges a house in accordance with one’s own tastes – if you understand what I mean – to suit oneself, as it were – so one would not like to think that ordinary people had come to live in it. But to you, I
can see with perfect assurance, I agree. Yes, I will sell it to you.

Jeanne: It’s extremely kind of you.

Gaston: Extremely. Yes … but …er… what’s the price, Madame?

Juliette: You will never believe it…

Gaston: I believe in God and so you see …

Juliette: Entirely furnished with all the fixtures, just as it is, with the exception of that one little picture signed by Corot. I don’t know if you have ever heard of that painter, have you?

Gaston: No, never.

Juliette: Neither have I. But I like the colour and I want to keep it, if you don’t mind. For the villa itself, just as it stands, two hundred and fifty thousand francs. I repeat, that I would much rather dispose of it at less than its value to
people like yourselves, than to give it up, even for more money, to someone
whom I didn’t like. The price must seem…

Gaston: Decidedly excessive….

Juliette: Oh, no!

Gaston: Oh, yes, Madame.

Juliette: Well, really, I must say I’m..

Explanation … Juliette tries to gloss over Gaston’s sarcasm about the small-sized garden in her villa. She tells Jeanne that her husband is quite witty. She adds that her tiny garden space is surrounded by larger gardens and that yields the visual delight to the inmates of her villa.

Gaston has more sarcasm ready to belittle Juliette’s villa. He says a childless couple can live beside a school and conveniently satisfy their need for children.

Jeanne obviously does not like her husband’s diatribe against the villa’s garden. She pulls up Gaston.

Gaston changes gear and asks Juliette about the price she expects for her villa.

Juliette starts her sales pitch a bit clumsily. She says she does not want to sale the house.

Without waiting for Juliette to complete her offer, Gaston assumes the sale is aborted.

Jeanne implores her husband to be patient.

Juliette begins to make her offer. She says she would sell her villa to people with fine tastes, and she finds Gaston and his wife to be the right choice as they appear to be suave and aristocratic.

Finally, Juliette comes up with her offer. She says the price is two hundred and fifty thousand francs. She will sell everything in the villa in ‘as-is-where-is’ condition except a painting by Corot that she would retain.

Gaston instantly says that the price is exorbitant.

Juliette sighs indignantly.

Gaston remains firm in his opinion.

Gaston: Quite so, life is full of surprises, isn’t it?

Juliette: You think it dear at two hundred and fifty thousand? Very well, I can’t be fairer than this: make me an offer.

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Jeanne: If you please, Madame.(Exit JULIETTE) Jeanne(to her husband): You’re not over-polite, are you?

Explanation …..Seeing Gaston’s staunch disapproval of the price, Juliette pleads with him to give his offer.

Gaston says his offer will be much less. Juliette pleads with him to make his offer anyway.
Jeanne, too, tells her husband to make an offer.
Gaston quotes sixty thousand francs.

Both Jeanne and Juliette sigh disappointedly at the low price quoted by Gaston.
Gaston stands his ground. He maintains that the villa does not command a higher price.

Juliette reiterates her stand, though a little diluted. She says she will never sell her villa for anything less than two hundred thousand francs – down from two hundred fifty thousand.

Gaston says, as the seller, she is within her rights to set her price.

Juliette makes a brazen sales pitch. She says, she could be generous enough to sell the villa to them (Gaston and Jeanne) for two hundred thousand francs.

Gaston withdraws from the deal gracefully and diplomatically.

Juliette prepares to bring down the curtain on the negotiation.

Gaston says ‘Good day’ before leaving.

On the spur of the moment, Jeanne intervenes and suggests to her husband to have a last look at the upper floor before bidding good bye.

Juliette seizes the opportunity with relish. She offers to take the couple to the upper floor.

Gaston again sulks, refusing to go upstairs. Juliette agrees to leave him behind and take Jeanne alone.
Juliette exits.

Jeanne pauses to chide her husband for being impolite.

Gaston: Oh, my darling! For Heaven’s sake, stop worrying me about this shanty. Go and examine the bathroom and come back quickly. (Exit JEANNE
following JULIETTE) Gaston (to himself): Two hundred thousand for a few yards of land . . . She must think I’m crazy. . . .(The door bell rings and, a
moment later, the MAID re-enters showing in Mrs. Al Smith)

Maid: If Madame would be kind enough to come in.

Mrs Al Smith: See here now, I tell you I’m in a hurry. How much do they want for this house?

Maid: I don’t know anything about it, Madame.

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Gaston: I? … Oh, I’d love to!
Mrs Al Smith: Then what about it? I haven’t more than five minutes to spare.

Explanation … Gaston makes no attempt to hide his disgust about his wife’s persistence with the villa that he considers as appalling. He asks Jeanne to see the toilets to form her opinion.

Jeanne and Juliette both exit leaving Gaston alone. He reflects on the price of two hundred thousand francs mentioned by the landlady. He convinces himself that the price is too high to merit any consideration.

The door bell rings and the maid brings in one lady named Mrs. Al Smith. She appears to be a buyer who is in great haste. She asks the maid about the price. Naturally, the maid says she does not know.

Mrs. Al Smith is an American. She bears all the hallmarks of being so. She gruffly asks why the price has not been mentioned in the ‘Villa for Sale’ board. She appears to be in a tearing hurry to finalize the purchase as she had many other important jobs to do. Quite curtly she asks the maid to rush and ask the owner (Juliette) to come and talk to her.

Her eyes fall on Gaston whom she mistakes to be Juliette’s husband. Under the notion that he is the owner of the villa, she demands to know the price of the villa.

Not knowing how to respond, Gaston asks her to take her seat.
She says she wants to close the deal right away and does not have the time to sit and talk.

There is further confusion awaiting to come. When Mrs. Al Smith asks Gaston where his wife (wrongly thinking her to be the owner) was. Quite meekly, Gaston says she is upstairs.

Mrs. Al Smith, being in great haste, wants to conclude the deal with Gaston!

On being asked if Gaston would like to consult with his wife on this matter, he declines the suggestion.
Mrs. Al Smith is pleasantly (and so mistakenly) surprised to see Gaston, though French, taking decisions independently.

Mrs. Al Smith again stresses that she has just five minutes to close the deal.

Gaston: Sit down for three of them anyway. To begin with, this villa was built by my grandfather…

Mrs Al Smith: I don’t care a darn about your
grandfather!

Gaston: Neither do I. … But I must tell you that… er…

Mrs Al Smith: Listen, just tell me the price.

Gaston: Let me explain that…
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Mrs Al Smith: What a pity you don’t try and copy us more.

Gaston: Copies are not always good. We could only imitate you and imitations are no better than parodies. We are so different. Think of it…. Europeans go to
America to earn money and Americans come to Europe to spend.

Explanation … Gaston requests Mrs. Al Smith to be seated for just three minutes. He says that the villa was built by his grandfather.

Mrs. Al Smith is rather boorish and impatient. She says she does not care for whoever built it. She has no patience to hear any blarney. She demands to know the price right away. She even refuses to see the villa. She says she wants to demolish it and build a new one. She just wants the price. She says she wants to be near Paramount, so it is the place, not the villa that interests her.

Mrs. Al Smith boastfully says that she is a big star.

Gaston is extraordinarily polite. He says that he will sell the villa, but would retain a painting that has been there since the time of his grandfather.

Mrs. Al Smith rubs the point that she is a rich forward-looking American, not tied to the past. There is some arrogance in her voice when she chides Gaston for not adopting American ways.

Gaston counters her politely saying Europeans can never be like Americans. He says Europeans go to America to make money where as Americans come to Europe to spend money.
Mrs Al Smith: Just the same, you ought to learn how to do business.

Gaston: We are learning now. We are practicing…

Mrs Al Smith: Well then, how much?

Gaston: The house! Let me see. … I should say three hundred thousand francs. . . . The same for everybody, you know. Even though you are an American, I wouldn’t dream of raising the price.
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Mrs. Al Smith: When are you leaving?

Gaston: Well…er … I don’t quite know . . . whenever you like.

Mrs. Al Smith: Make it tomorrow and my architect can come on Thursday.
Good-bye. I’m delighted.

Explanation ….Gaston says Europeans are gradually trying to adopt the American ways. That flatters Mrs. Smith’s ego, possibly.

Gaston quotes the price as three hundred thousand francs.

Mrs. Al Smith seems to agree to the price showing no intention to bargain.

Gaston is immensely satisfied with himself, and feels lucky. He feels grateful to the buyer.

Mrs. Al Smith proceeds to write the check.

Gaston pretends to be looking for the pen in the drawer (as if he owns and lives in the house).

Mrs. Al Smith jokingly suggests to Gaston to buy a pen with the money he is going to get.

She puts the date on the check – 24th – the same day.

She hands over the cheque to Gaston suggesting that he put the payee’s name himself.

She says that she lives in Ritz Hotel, Vendome. She says her lawyer is Mr. Who, Rue Cambon. He will be in touch with Gaston to complete the paper work. Her architect would come on Thursday to carry forward the process.

Gaston: Delighted to hear it, Madame. (She goes and he looks at the cheque.)
It’s a very good thing in business when everyone is delighted! (At that
moment, JEANNE and JULIETTE return)

Gaston: Well?

Jeanne: Well… of course …it’s very charming. …

Juliette: Of course, as I told you, it’s not a large place. I warned you. There are two large bedrooms and one small one.
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Jeanne: What on earth are you driving at?

Gaston: Just trying to please you, darling.

Juliette: Yes, two hundred thousand is my lowest. Cash, of course.

Explanation … With the three thousand francs cheque in hand, Gaston’s mood is buoyant. He sees of Mrs. Al Smith most courteously and chuckles that the deal, fortunately, has left both the buyer and seller happy.

Jean and Juliette reappear in the scene.

Gaston wants to know Jeanne’s opinion on the villa after her inspection.
Jeanne speaks eloquently about the house. It encourages Juliette to add her voice to the praise of her villa.

Unaware of what has transpired when they both were away, Jeanne sadly says it was time to go as her husband would never agree to the purchase.

Juliette formally readies herself to let Gaston and Jeanne go.
Just then, Gaston steps in. He evinces interest in the villa. As Juliette nonchalantly describes the rooms in her villa again, Gaston becomes incredibly receptive.

Gaston’s sudden change of heart takes both Jeanne and Juliette by surprise.

Now, Gaston talks as if he is a great admirer of the villa. He seems to forget all the deficiencies of the house. He looks at his wife and says her parents, in their dotage, deserve a good house to stay. Saying this, he looks at Juliette and asks her to confirm her price at two hundred thousand francs.

Gaston’s sudden burst of enthusiasm for the house confounds his wife.

Juliette loses no time to affirm that the price was indeed two hundred thousand francs.

Gaston: Well, that’s fixed. I won’t argue about it. (He takes out his cheque book.)

Juliette: But there are so many things to be discussed before…

Gaston: Not at all. Only one thing. As I am not arguing about the price, as I’m not bargaining with you . . . well, you must be nice to me, you must allow me to keep this little picture which has kept me company while you and my wife
went upstairs.

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Juliette: Very well. I’ll show you the garden, on the way out.(Exit JULIETTE)

Jeanne: What on earth have you done?

Gaston: I? Made a hundred thousand francs and a Corot!

Jeanne: But how?

Gaston: I’ll tell you later.

CURTAIN

Example …. With unusual promptness, Gaston takes out his cheque book.

Juliette, surprised at Gaston’s readiness to close the deal and make the payment, mildly protests saying there are so many lose ends to be tied up.

Gaston makes his final plea. Reminding Juliette that he did not barghain at all on the price, he says he wants to retain the picture that he has begun to take so much fancy on.

Juliette agrees.

Deftly maintaining his composure to keep Juilette in the dark about the deal he has already cut with Mrs. Al Smith, Gaston magnanimously writes the cheque and hands it over to Juliette in exchange for her receipt.

Gaston hands over his card, and says his lawyer will contact Juliette to complete the formalities.

To Juliette, immensely relieved and happy at the close of the transaction, he makes the most crucial request in a very innocuous manner: she must vacate the villa the next morning. This baffles Juliette somewhat, but with the cheque in her hand, she could hardly complain.
Instead of the morning, they mutually agree for the evening for the formal handover of the property.

Juliette exits.

Jeanne is flummoxed at the fast pace of developments. She chides her husband for the indiscretion to close the deal at such break-neck haste.

Gaston has more surprise in store for her. He says he has become richer by one hundred thousand francs after the transaction.

A dazed Jeanne wants to know how.

Gaston promises to explain everything soon.

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Questions –answers to be posted soon.

 

 

—————-To be continued———————-

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Two Gentlemen from Verona — Question and Answer

Question – answers from the lesson
Two Gentlemen from Verona ..

Q1 .. What are the qualities of a “gentleman”? Work with your partner and complete the following web-chart by listing the qualities of a gentleman.
Answer … In my view, a gentleman ought to be polite, gracious, un-assuming, courteous towards ladies, old and children, and altruistic. Being chivalrous will add to his stature and likeability. He should remain unruffled when facing minor irritants. [Written in my words]
Q2 .. Based on your discussion above, what do you think the story is about?
Answer .. The story is a powerful portrayal of the characters of two destitute children who confront the misery in their lives with remarkable stoicism, dignity, and fortitude. The way they go through the daily grind of life without ever giving up, or resorting to deceit is inspiring and very touching. The two are also worth emulation by others.
Q3 .. What do you understand by the following statements?
(a) “We do many things, sir,” Nicola answered seriously. He glanced at us hopefully.
Answer .. It means that Nicola and his brother, being utterly poor and unskilled, did whatever they could to eke out a living. From picking berries to shoe polishing to chaperoning tourists coming to the town, the boys did sundry jobs cheerfully. Although the money they earned was small, they begrudged no one. They never stooped to criminality or anything immoral. Their sense of dignity stopped them from seeking undue from anyone.
(b) He coloured deeply under his sunburn, then grew pale.
Answer … The narrator, already feeling sympathetic to the two boys, was clueless as to why they dressed so shabbily despite their small but steady income. Out of curiousity, he asked the two urchins what they did with their earnings. It was a question that seemed to pierce Nicola’s heart. The answer was too private to be given to a stranger. Saving money earned through so much hardship for the treatment of their sick elder sister was a secret Nicola wanted to keep to himself. This is why embarrassment and discomfiture made Nicola look pale and uncomfortable.
(c) He smiled uncomfortably. “Just plans, Sir,” he answered in a low voice.
Answer .. When the narrator persisted to know what the duo planned to do with their savings, Nicola was not quite forthcoming. When asked if they wanted to emigrate to the United States, Nicola coyly replied that the America plan was there, no doubt, but was not going happen soon.
(d) Yet in both these boyish faces there was a seriousness which was far beyond their years.
Answer .. The two boys, Nicola (13) and Jocopo (12), battled their odds with remarkable equanimity and grim determination. The rough and tumble of living in the streets had failed to rob them of their sense of self respect and dignity. They had not quite outlived their childhood innocence, and showed the resilience typical of an adult.

 

6. (a) Why didn’t Luigi, the driver, approve of the two boys?
Answer .. Nicola and Jocopo, in their frayed dirty clothes did not present a healthy sight. They seemed to belong to the ugly dark world of unsavoury elements who had possibly come to fleece the narrator. This fear made the driver to treat the duo scornfully.
6. (b) Why were the narrator and his companion impressed by the two boys?
Answer .. The narrator and his companion’s encounter with the two young boys was as pleasant as it was baffling. The boy’s indomitable spirit to survive in the face of so much adversity was undoubtedly impressive. That they still retained their childhood innocence, and did all the odd jobs so willingly moved the visitors.
6.(c) Why was the author surprised to see Nicola and Jacopo working as shoeshine boys?

Just the day before, the two boys were on the highways selling the berries picked up from the wild. The narrator had bought the fruits from them out of sympathy and curiosity. Now, the same duo was found to be polishing shoes by the wayside. Such a dramatic change in their profession took the narrator by surprise.

6.(d) How were the boys useful to the author?

The boys willingly did anything and everything for the narrator. Their knowledge of the city enabled them to offer the small services the narrator wanted, like buying the American cigarettes, locating a restaurant, getting the tickets from the theatre etc. They proved to be quite efficient guides too. Rendering these services, the duo made their way to the narrator’s heart.

6. (e) Why were the boys in the deserted square at night? What character traits do they exhibit?

The boys sat there under the street light waiting for the last late night bus to come from Padua. They hoped to sell their left-over newspapers to the passengers in the bus. The fact they waited in the desolate dark night to earn a little money underscores their determination, resilience and their spirit of defiance against the hazards of their daily life.

6. (f) The narrator asks the boys, “Must you work so hard? You both look rather tired.”
The boys reply, “We are not complaining, Sir.” What do you learn about the boys from their reply?

For the two hapless boys, the travails of their daily life was routine. With rare grit and equanimity, they went about their task. They did not give up, nor did they lament their fate.

Obviously, the two were warriors who had great sense of duty, dignity and rectitude. They could look straight into danger, and yet remain calm.

 (g) When the narrator asks the boys about their plans, they are evasive. Why don’t they disclose their problems?

The two boys were battling great odds to earn little amounts of money. They had an air of modesty around them. Treating their sick sister back to health was their first priority, going to America was a distant second. The duo did not like to divulge these so as not to give an impression that they wanted to kindle sympathy for their plight in others minds. Their self-pride told them not to solicit charity. So, they were very reluctant to disclose their intentions.

7. Discuss the following questions and write the answers in your notebook.

(a) Appearances are deceptive. Discuss with reference to the two boys.

Nothing can be truer than this. The most hideous crooks, rapists, fraudsters, and swindlers on earth dress smartly so as to deceive gullible people with their smart urbane exterior. The revered, pure and godly people seldom wear bespoke dresses, because they don’t need to impress people cosmetically. Gandhi, Jesus Christ and Gautam Buddha did not dress to impress their followers. So, having a beautiful face, white complexion or royal attire does not bestow goodness on people. In the same vein, people who are forced to dress shabbily due to circumstances may turn out to be adorable characters with very pious interiors. The two brothers demonstrated this in ample measure.

(b) Do you think the boys looked after Lucia willingly? Give reasons for your answer.

Undoubtedly, the two brothers took upon the responsibility of the treatment of their ailing sister themselves. There was no compulsion for them to shoulder this responsibility. But, being conscientious brothers, they decided to save the life of their bed-ridden sister. It was an uphill task, but the duo confronted the challenge heroically.

7. (c) How does the story ‘Two Gentlemen of Verona’ promise hope for society?

Quite clearly, the story portrays two youngsters whom the society will do well to emulate. They demonstrated how not to be cowed down by adversity. Instead, they confronted their misfortune resiliently. Most interestingly, the two boys did not let their soul to be polluted by temptations of the criminal world. Even they refused to be the object of pity. They never sought charity, nor did they do anything to attract sympathy. Hard work was their weapon that they used with such aplomb to push back sorrow and suffering.

Their lives are a lesson to the entire human society. Staying away from immoral ways, enduring hardship without complaining and maintaining dignity are the values we all can imbibe from the two boys.

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CBSE Class XI English Literature — We are not Afraid to die …

“We are Not Afraid to Die …. if We Can All Be Together” by Gordon Cook and Allan East
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Introduction …
Captain Cook was a legendary seafarer. He took three long voyages in unchartered waters of the ocean. Through a combination of courage, skill, never-say-die spirit, and luck, he virtually lorded over the sea. He was British, but voyagers of even modern times remember him with reverence and adulation. He has inspired scores of adventurers to follow his trail: some have returned triumphant, others have perished in the waters. But, Cook’s memory still beckons people to the thrill and solitude of the vast expanse of the oceans.
The story is a saga about a family’s long and heroic battle against the perils of the sea.
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Story ….
The author decided to take a three-year sabbatical from his business and go on a round-the-world voyage. He was kin to retrace the route that the legendary explorer Captain James Cook had taken two centuries ago. He wanted to re-live the horror and ecstasy of Captain Cook’s epoch-making sea odyssey. His wife Mary, son Johnson (6) and daughter Suzzane (7) were to accompany him.The author was, no doubt, a sailing freak. For 16 years, he and his wife spent a good deal of their leisure time in the sea off the British coast. They wanted to acclimatize themselves with the thrill and perils of life in the ocean waters.A sturdy boat, big enough to carry essentials for a long stay in the sea, was built by expert artisans. It was meticulously examined, and tested over and over again to ensure it was truly sea-worthy. The wooden craft was named Wavewalker. It weighed 30 tons and measured 23 meters end to end.The family set sail aboard the Wavewalker in July, 1976. It was going to be a 1,05,000 long voyage.The first leg of the journey along the west coast of Africa down to its southern-most tip, Cape Town, went off smoothly. Before embarking upon the trip heading East, they took two more men as sailing companions. They were Larry Vigil (American) and Herb Siegel (Swiss). The Indian Ocean could be treacherous at times. These two men were needed to fend off any danger in the journey ahead.

Second day ..

The second day started with ominous signs. Strong winds buffeted Wavewalker relentlessly for days on end. For two weeks, the gales roared past the tiny Wavewalker. The powerful winds gnawed at the small crew, but they managed to brave it out. What scared them were the high waves the gales kicked off as they chafed the water surface. The 15-meter waves were as high as the boat’s mast.

By December 25, Wavewalker had sailed as far as 3500km east of Cape Town. The hostile weather did not dampen the joy of the Christmas. Soon came the New Year, but there was no respite from the ferocious gales that swept the region. The crew thought they could wait out the storm, but their hopes were belied as the winds howled more ferociously.

June 2 ..

The waves became frighteningly high. The Wavewalker had a small storm jib. However, the boat could traverse nearly eight knots a day. The tumultuous vast expanse of water seemed to writhe at our un-welcome presence. The crew cringed as the sea water virtually rained down on them making awful sounds. It seemed the gales signaled their intention to devour the beleaguered sailors.

To slow down the boat, the crew lowered the storm jib. They lashed a thick mooring rope around the mast to bolster it. They secured everything else by tying them with ropes thoroughly. To prepare for any eventuality, the crew decided to start the escape drill. They readied the life rafts, attached lifelines and wore oilskins and life jackets. With baited breath, fear pounding their hearts, they waited.

Around 6pm in the evening, the turbulent sea began to unravel what it held for the crew. There was a pause that appeared so deafening. The wind slowed down and the sky became dark. A strange sense of foreboding prevailed. The wind returned with vengeance. The howl got louder and a big dark cloud came charging at Wavewalker’s aft. To the horror of the author, it was not a cloud, but a gigantic mass of sea water. It stood tall at a height twice of the earlier ones.

The roar growled as the stern of the ship was lifted up by the approaching tower of water. The crew vainly assumed they could ride it out, but that was not to be. The raging mass of water came crashing down on the boat. The thud was terrible. The author was bodily thrown off balance. His head was smashed against the wheel as he was tossed up into the giant wave. The author felt dizzy. He realized his end was near. Surprisingly, he awaited death with sangfroid.

Quite unexpectedly, the turbulent water lifted the author’s head above water allowing him to breathe. The violent wave had wrecked the boat, and it was on the verge of sinking. The masts had become horizontal. Quite bizarrely, a wave came and made their crippled Wavewalker sit up! The author’s life line got stretched in the process. Clinging to the boat’s iron rails, the author somersaulted to the boat’s main boom position. The waves, however, kept rocking the author’s body with childish wickedness. The author’s body was badly bruised, with a broken rib, and blood oozing out of the mouth. A few teeth had been dislodged from their positions. The author did not give up. He took control of the wheel and positioned the craft to take on the next wave with the minimum battering.

There was only water all around. The author could sense that water had entered the ship, but thought it wise to be in control of the wheel rather than inspect the lower parts of the ship for water accumulation.

Mary, the author’s wife, managed to open the front hatch and emerged. With great panic, she screamed that the boat was capsizing. The decks were wrecked and Wavewalker was taking in water alarmingly.
Asking his wife to take control of the wheel, the author rushed to the hatch.
Lary and Herb, the two hired sailors, were frantically pumping out water. The timbers, broken oddly, had piled up. The starboard had been pushed in by the impact of the wave. All the essential items like clothes, crockery, charts, tins, and toys floated around helplessly.
Wading through the water, the author approached his children’s cabin to see how they were doing. They were alive and safe. Sue complained of some hurt in her head. Her forehead had swelled. The author had no time to worry about her.
Gathering screws, hammer and a piece of canvass, the author rushed to the deck. His priority, obviously, was to somehow prevent sea water from getting into the boat. That could prevent the boat from running aground.
The author succeeded in somehow restricting the inflow of water by securing the canvas to block the hole.
The trouble did not cease. The hand pumps got clogged when the debris blocked its passages. The electric pump too stopped working due to a short circuit. The water level soon began to rise alarmingly. The spare hand pumps lay battered on the deck. The forestay sail, the jib, the dinghies and the anchor lay there in a mesh.
Fortunately, the author managed to start a stand-by electric pump, and it began pumping out water. Darkness fell making the efforts for survival more arduous. Braving the cold, darkness, and all-round gloom, the crew worked through the night working the pump, steadying the ship and working the radio.
None of the frantic SOS messages were answered. In that remote part of the ocean, ship travelled seldom. Sue’s head injury was getting worse. Her eyes had turned black and the face had swelled. Her arm was bruised. She bore all these with remarkable composure. She barely complained. When asked, she said calmly that she did not like to bother her father when the latter was besieged with so many worries.

January 3rd morning ….
The pumps had worked really well to rein in the surging water level. At least, the specter of Wavewalker sinking with its crew had receded. The over-worked decided to give themselves two hours of rest. When one slept, the other kept vigil.
However, a big leak somewhere below the waterline continued to let in water. This had to be plugged somehow.
The author found to his great dismay that the rib frames lay tattered down on the keel. The body of the boat had been virtually broken into two. The two parts had a cupboard to hold them together.
It was 15 hours into the first storm hit. It was clear, the crippled Wavewalker would give way well before the Australian shores. A quick examination of the chart showed that there were possibly two tiny islands a few hundred kilometers to the east. A French scientific research station was located on Amsterdam, one of the two islands. But locating them was like looking for a needle in the haystack. The chances were to slim for comfort.
January 4 ..Thirty six hours of continuous pumping had succeeded in pushing the water height inside the boat to a few centimeters. The task now was to somehow neutralize the water still entering. With the masts broken, there was no way the sails could be re-hoisted. Any further attempt could lead to the boat breaking up into two.
Hoisting the storm jib, the crew sailed forth to locate the island. Mary scoured the kitchen store and got biscuits and beef cans. With great relish, the crew ate them. For two days, they had eaten nothing.
But, danger again reared its head. Black clouds hovered over the area again. The sea was getting increasingly turbulent. Darkness fell. By January 5th, the situation became as bad as before.
The author was confronted with the question, “’Dad, are we going to die? Jon asked the question. The author tried to dispel his fear by reassuring him that they were going to make it to the land soon.
He blurted out a line that rang in the author’s mind like a momentous declaration. He said, “We aren’t afraid of dying if we can all be together – you, mummy, Sue and I.”
The words left the author struggling to find words for an answer. He was flummoxed. The author decided to muster all his physical and mental power to fend off dangers posed by the howling sea. He tried to reorient the crippled craft to a position where the damaged portion did not face the surging waves. To do this, he used some nylon ropes and some empty paraffin drums.
That evening Mary and the author sat together hand in hand as a sign of solidarity in the face of distress. More waters splashed on to the damaged haul. The danger of capsizing looked so perilously close again.
January 6th morning ..
Wavewalker walked waded through the storm gallantly. Next morning, the wind had mellowed somewhat. The author had another look on the sextant. In the chart room, he examined some data like wind speed, drift, change of course etc. to get a sense of where they could be at that point of time. It was a frustrating conclusion. The boat was in the midst of a 150, 000 kilometer ocean trying to spot a 65-kilometer island!
Mary, badly bruised in her left face struggled to reach the author’s side to hand over a folder card she had made. In the cover, she had drawn two caricatures of her husband and daughter. The words, “Here are some funny people. Did they make you laugh? I laughed a lot as well.” The statement how stoic a person she was. She could summon her sense of humor in the face of death. There was another message inside that read, “Oh, I love you both. So this card is to say thank you and let’s hope for the best.” The optimism and the spirit of defiance of her words struck me. I t made me more determined than ever to make it to the shore and survive the ordeal.
The author rechecked his calculations. The main compass was lost. He was using an auxiliary one. It was not re-calibrated to factor the magnetic variation. He accounted for this and the westerly currents typical to that part of Indian Ocean.
Around 2 p.m, he went to the deck to ask Larry to steer a course of 185 degrees. Rather half-heartedly, he told Larry that they could see the island by 5 p.m, if they were indeed lucky.
With a heart despondent and gloomy, the author went to his bunk. Perhaps, out of exhaustion, he dozed off. He woke up around 6 p.m. The dusk was descending on the sea. He felt the boat had gone past the island and there was no way it could sail back against the westerly currents. It appeared to be doom and gloom everywhere.
His son came in to break news they all had been so anxiously waiting for. Congratulating his father as the best daddy and the best captain on earth, the son begged to hug the author. Other members of the family were there to were standing by, enjoying the moment.
They had found the island!!
The author went to the deck to see for himself. He had, at long last, outlasted the vagaries of the sea.
They anchored the crippled Wavewalker aside the island. Next morning, 28 inmates of that remote research station came in and welcome these visitors with open arms.
On land, the author reflected on the contribution of the two hired crew – Larry and Herbie – in the effort to beat off the angry sea. Their sangfroid and verve had led to the success of the fight for survival. He thought about Mary’s steadfastness and the courage of the little son and daughter who stared at death smilingly giving no room for their over-burdened father to worry for them. The well-knit family resolutely stood up to the taunts of the turbulent sea.
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CBSE Class XI — English Literature –The Portrait of a Lady

The Portrait of a Lady
by Khuswant Singh

Story in different words ….
The story dates back to the author’s childhood days when he grew up under the loving care of his widowed ageing grandmother. The two had a symbiotic relationship with each other –the child leaning on his grandma for his upbringing and the old lady drawing succor from the boy’s company to fight off loneliness and boredom.
The author was not born when his grandfather was alive. His photograph in loose white dress and long beards that adored the wall showed a face wrinkled due to old age. Apparently, he had departed long ago leaving behind his widowed wife with her youth still in tact.
Despite her desolation, her widowhood had failed to batter her sprightly mind. Despite the visible signs of her creeping old age, the demeanour remained unchanged – almost defying the effects of advancing age. A deeply spiritual person that she was, she said her prayers almost relentlessly all through the day. Bent down with age, she walked bending a little forward with a hand oon her waist to maintain her balance.
She helped the child prepare for going to school always murmuring her prayers into his ears. But, it did not register in his playful mind. The school was in the temple annexe. The priest doubled up as the teacher. She stayed behind in the temple till the school hours were over, and it was time to return home with her grandson. Feeding stale chapattis to the stray dogs en route which the old lady never forgot to do.
The parents settled down in the city and it was time for the grandmother –grandson duo to move there. The boy enrolled in a English medium school that taught modern day subjects like science and geography. Scriptures and holy studies ceded place to the branches of knowledge the European society cultivated in those times. To the grandma’s horror, the school offered lessons in music. She perceived this to be the part of a decadent culture. The dissonance in the mutual ties had began to set in, but the bond of love remained intact.
Finally, the boy came of age and prepared to go to the university. He got a room of his own. With rare stoicism, the grandmother put up with the drifting relationship. She took to her spinning and praying from dawn to dusk. That was the only way she could wait out the daylight hours. In the afternoon, she fed a flock of sparrows that descended on the backyard at the appointed time every day. The sight of the sparrows jostling to eat the bread crumbs thrown at them by her, filled her heart with joy.
The time came for the college-going grandson to go abroad for studies for a 5-year stint. Again, the old lady refused to break apart. The pangs of separation must have hurt her a lot, but she showed little sign of it when she came to see him off at the station. The parting moments were poignant, but the old lady did not shed any tear. Instead, she kissed his forehead as she wished him Godspeed with her little prayers.
On return home from abroad after five years, he found his grandmother in remarkably good state. The time appeared to stand still.
Finally, the time to depart arrived. On the penultimate day, the grandma appeared to be in high spirits. She summoned her friends from the neighbourhood and got engrossed in loud singing. Using an old drum, she sang songs that depicted the proud home-coming of warriors. She sang with rare verve and gusto.
On the next day, she ran a low temperature. She knew her final hour was drawing near. She lay on her bed with the slow murmur of prayer never leaving her lips. In a short while the lips fell to move, she breathed her last.
The family members prepared for the funeral rites. But, the biggest losers were not the family members who stood around her sobbing and wailing, but the flock of sparrows who came, grieved silently, and flew off for the final time refusing the bread crumbs offered to them by another member of the family.
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Questions & answers

Mention
1. The three phrases of the author’s relationship ………….. to study abroad.
Answer … a. A turning point
b. An expanse of pure white serenity
c. A veritable bedlam of chirruppings

1. The three phases of the author’s relationship ………….. to study abroad.
Answer …  First phase ..  The author is a young child who needs his grandmother’s help at every stage in his daily life. From getting ready for school, eating breakfast to being escorted to school, the child needs the grandmother as his companion.

 

Second stage .. The author went to an English medium school in a city whose curriculum was a gulf apart from the village school. The subjects were alien to the old lady, and the most disgusting for her were the music lessons being given by the school. The two souls had begun to drift apart although the bond endured.

 

Third stage … The author grew up and got ready to enroll in the university. He got a separate room and spent much less time with her grandma. She coped up with the changing times by pouring on her spinning wheel and saying her silent prayers.

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