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1.   Who am I? (Identify the character from the extract) 

a)             I am the washerman’s son. Who am I?
Sitaram.

b)            I am the owner of the bank. Who am I?
Govind Ram.

c)             I am the sweeper. Who am I?
Nathu.

d)            I am the friend of Mrs Shrivastava. Who am I?
Mrs.Bhushan

e)             I am the hairdresser. Who am I?
Deep Chand.

f)               I have a crooked Lego am I?
Ganpat (the beggar).                                                                                 
2.   Make a list of customers of Pipalnagar Bank, from the extract.


  • Nathu,
  •  Mrs Shrivastva,
  •  Mrs.Bhushan,
  • Deep Chand (the barber)       and his Costumer,
  • Ganpat, the beggar.

3.    Match the following and write the complete meaningful sentences.



Group  A

Group B
i.
Sitaram was looking out for any job
A

holidaying in Kashmir
ii.
According to Mrs Bhushan
B

to go home and come back the next day
iii.
Govindram was......
C
that might suit Nathu
iv.
the manager told the customers
D
it was the hottest summer in the history of Pipalnagar

Answers-

Group  A

Group B
i.
Sitaram was looking out for any job
C
that might suit Nathu
ii.
According to Mrs Bhushan
D
 it was the hottest summer in the history of Pipalnagar
iii.
Govindram was......
A

holidaying in Kashmir
iv.
the manager told the customers
B

to go home and come back the next day




4.    Write who said to whom
(a)        “Don't raise such dust!”
               Sitaram said to Nathu.
    (b)       “Who would have thought the bank would collapse!”

                    Nathu said to himself.
      (c)         “Where did you disappear?”

                      Mrs Bhushan said to Mr Bhushan.
        (d)        “The bird has flown!”

                        An elderly gentleman said to Deep Chand.

        5. Why does the manager of the bank in dilemma? Write down in 5 to 6 lines in your notebook. 

        • Answer- The small bank was flooded with people of Pipalnagar. They wanted their money back immediately, they harassed the manager with many questions. the manager was in a dilemma because all the cash was given to all the people and emergency funds could not be obtained easily. And he could not persuade the crowd.

        6. Cross out the odd out.

        a)    sweeper, hooligan, beggar, declare, locker
        Explanation-declare is a verb and all other words are nouns.

        b) hurriedly, carelessly, salary, definitely, suddenly
        Explanation-salary is a noun and all other words are adverbs.

        c)   imminent, latest, payment, awful, shocking
        Explanation-payment is a noun and all other words are adjectives.

        d) morning, scattering, raising, collecting, shouting
         Explanation-morning is a noun  and all other words are verbs


        7. Find the describing words for the following from the text.
        • customary tour
        • broken window
        •  crooked leg


         8 Complete the following table.

        Verb
        Noun
        Adjective
        Adverb
        pay
        payment
        payable
        x 
        x
        sudden
        sudden
        suddenly
        declare
        declaration
        declarable
        x
        cheer
        cheer
        cheerful
        cheerfully



        9. Write in your own words of few sentences about each of the following:

        Nathu
        Nathu is a sweeper kid, who used to work in the bank as sweeper at the Pipalnagar Bank each day. He is a significant character of the story. All things considered, he is the explanation behind the bank to dampen or fall. 

        As Nathu lacks any installment for mutiple and half month, he is unhappy. He demonstrates this disappointment to his companion and the disarray starts there. Despite the fact that he is the purpose behind this immense issue, he is the last to think about it. 

        Mrs Shrivastava

        She is one of the costumers of Sitaram, the washer man's kid, who recommends her about Nathu for her work. 

        Mrs Shrivastava discloses to her companion Mrs Bhushan about the awful financial state of the bank and its workers. She tells this with no shrewd idea, which at that point makes numerous troubles for the Pipalnagar bank, and the tumble to the bank. 

        Seth Govind Ram 

        He is the proprietor of the Pipalnagar bank. Ignorant of the things at Pipalnagar, Seth Govind Ram is appreciating occasions in Kashmir. He isn't seen straightforwardly in the story yet has a great deal of significance. 

        At the point when he isn't found at home, in the town, everyone thinks he and the bank of his got bankrupt. 



        Sitaram

        1. Sitaram was washer man's kid and companion of Nathu. He calmly asks his companions goodbye and needs to support him. Be that as it may, his words about the bank are taken diversely by Mrs Shrivastva and the talk about the chapter 11 spreads like a woods fire in the town.


        • 10. Expand the theme in a writeup of about 20 lines.

         a) ‘Rumours are spread by fools and accepted by greater fools’.
        Ans. Rumourly tidbits are an enormous issue in our general public. Silly individuals who just need to make issues or sensationalize an issue for their own pleasure spread bits of rumour at whatever point they can. Lamentably these rumoury tidbits wind up harming such a large number of individuals in different various manners. What is much increasingly tragic is that individuals who read these bits of rumour wind up trusting in them without confirming the realities. Some would contend the ones tolerating the bits of rumour are more noteworthy blockheads when contrasted with the ones spreading the bits of rumour. This is on the grounds that we are permitting a couple of perverted individuals with personal stakes to destroy our general public, the solidarity and prosperity of the individuals. Nobody ought to get furious or acknowledge something on the off chance that they are essentially advised about it without first attempting to check whether the talk is valid or not. As of now our general public is experiencing such a significant number of issues where individuals assault each other or quit communicating with others basically on the grounds that they heard talk. By and large, bits of rumour spread frenzy among individuals and the one having faith in these bits of rumour wind up ruining their own wellbeing. Today is disastrous that such a significant number of individuals continue sending things by means of instant messages, talk applications and through different methods without knowing whether what they are sending is genuine or just deception being spread through advanced methods. In this way it is properly said that bits of rumour are spread by fools yet are acknowledged by significantly more prominent imbeciles.

        b) ‘Books are our real friends'.

        Ans. In this day and age, in the event that there are genuine companions, at that point it must be the books that we have. Books are our actual buddy. They can go with us any place and at whatever point we need. The measure of data or information contained in books are no shy of having a universe of fortunes available to us. We frequently don't understand how books help us from various perspectives. They help in building certainty with us and give us the mental fortitude to talk. Perusing consistently helps in improving our language aptitudes while they additionally persistently build up our character after some time. The information inside books shape our perspective and encourages us learn things that we would somehow not know. The best part about books is that they grow great propensities inside us. Individuals who read normally are frequently protected against undesirable propensities and use their time adequately. Being fascinated in intriguing books causes us look after core interest. All these positive propensities helps us in our every day lives whether we are understudies or working in an office. Perusing books isn't just a decent pastime however an incredible lifestyle. Nothing can influence us emphatically the manner in which books can do after some time. There is no uncertainty that books are our genuine companions. Books will consistently be close by and never leave us during our period of scarcity. Books show us the correct path advance and stay with every one of us all through the excursion of life.

        ................Question and answers end. ............

        The boy who broke the bank summary 👇👇

        Nathu grumbled to himself as he swept the steps of the Pipalnagar Bank, owned by Seth Govind Ram. As Nathu was banging his pan against a dustbin, Sitaram, the washerman’s son, passed by. ‘Don’t raise such dust!’ he called out to Nathu.

        At the fourth home he visited, Sitaram heard the lady of the house mention that she was in need of a sweeper. He can start from next month. Srivastava. Srivastava had to do some shopping. 

        A large shady tamarind tree grew at one end of the bazaar, and it was here that Mrs.Srivastava found her friend Mrs. Bhushan sheltering from the heat. Bhushan was fanning herself with a large handkerchief.She complained of the summer, which she affirmed, was definitely the hottest in the history of Pipalnagar. Srivastava a sample of the cloth she was going to buy, and for five minutes they discussed its shade, texture and design. 



        Bhushan. ‘If they can’t pay the sweeper they must be in a bad way. Srivastava at the tamarind tree and went in search of her husband, who was sitting in front of Kamal Kishore’s photography shop, talking with the owner. ‘Had you remained stationary in one shop, I might have found you. But you go from one shop to another, like a bee in a flower garden. I don’t know what’s happening to Pipalnagar. 

        ‘What’s that?’ said Kamal Kishore, sitting up suddenly. ‘Why the Pipalnagar bank of course. Deep Chand who was cutting the hair of an elderly gentleman, was so startled that his hand shook and he nicked his customer’s right ear. He dialled Seth Govind Ram’s number. 

        The Seth was not at home. The Seth was holidaying in Kashmir. From the general merchant’s it travelled to the shop,circulated amongst the customers, and then spread with them in various directions, to the betel-seller, the tailor, the free vendor, the jeweller, the beggar sitting on the pavement. 

        The Seth had fled the State, said one.Pipalnagar, said a third.

        The boy who broke the bank summary


        ‘How’s that?’ said Nathu. Well you’d better wait here until half the population of Pipalnagar arrives to claim their money.Nathu went back to sweeping the steps,muttering to himself. When he had finished his work, he sat down on the highest step, to await the arrival of the manager. 

        ........... Summary ends................

        The Boy Who Broke The Bank - lesson


        Nathu grumbled to himself as he swept the steps 
        of the Pipalnagar Bank, owned by Seth Govind Ram. 
        He used the small broom hurriedly and carelessly, 
        and the dust, after rising in a cloud above his head 
        settled down again on the steps. As Nathu was 
        banging his pan against a dustbin, Sitaram, the 
        washerman’s son, passed by. 
        Sitaram was on his delivery round. He had a 
        bundle of freshly pressed clothes balanced on his 
        head.
        ‘Don’t raise such dust!’ he called out to Nathu. 
        ‘Are you annoyed because they are still refusing to 
        pay you an extra two rupees a month?’ 
        ‘I don’t wish to talk about it,’ complained the 
        sweeper-boy. ‘I haven’t even received my regular pay. And this is the twentieth of the month. Who 
        would think a bank would hold up a poor man’s 
        salary? As soon as I get my money, I’m off! Not 
        another week I work in this place.’ And Nathu 
        banged the pan against the dustbin several times, just 
        to emphasize his point and giving himself confidence.
        ‘Well, I wish you luck,’ said Sitaram. ‘I’ll keep 
        a lookout for any jobs that might suit you.’ And he 
        plodded barefoot along the road, the big bundle of 
        clothes hiding most of his head and shoulders.

        summary of the boy who broke the bank

        At the fourth home he visited, Sitaram heard the 
        lady of the house mention that she was in need of 
        a sweeper. Tying his bundle together, he said; ‘I 
        know of a sweeper boy who’s looking for work. He 
        can start from next month. He’s with the bank just 
        now but they aren’t giving him his pay, and he 
        wants to leave.’ 
        ‘Is that so?’ said Mrs. Srivastava. ‘Well, tell him 
        to come and see me tomorrow.’ 
        And Sitaram, glad that he had been of service 
        to both a customer and his friend, hoisted his bag 
        on his shoulders and went his way.
        Mrs. Srivastava had to do some shopping. She 


        gave instructions to the ayah about looking after the 
        baby, and told the cook not to be late with the mid-
        day meal. Then she set out for the Pipalnagar market 
        place, to make her customary tour of the cloth shops. 
        A large shady tamarind tree grew at one end of 
        the bazaar, and it was here that Mrs. Srivastava 
        found her friend Mrs. Bhushan sheltering from the 
        heat. Mrs. Bhushan was fanning herself with a large 
        handkerchief. She complained of the summer, which 
        she affirmed, was definitely the hottest in the history 
        of Pipalnagar. She then showed Mrs. Srivastava a 
        sample of the cloth she was going to buy, and for 
        five minutes they discussed its shade, texture and 
        design. 
        Having exhausted this topic, Mrs. Srivastava 
        said, ‘Do you know, my dear, that Seth Govind 
        Ram’s bank can’t even pay its employees? Only this 
        morning I heard a complaint from their sweeper, who 
        hasn’t received his wages for over a month!’
        ‘Shocking!’ remarked Mrs. Bhushan. ‘If they 
        can’t pay the sweeper they must be in a bad way. 
        None of the others could be getting paid either.’ 
        She left Mrs. Srivastava at the tamarind tree and 
        went in search of her husband, who was sitting in 
        front of Kamal Kishore’s photography shop, talking 
        with the owner. 
        ‘So there you are!’ cried Mrs. Bhushan. ‘I’ve 
        been looking for you for almost an hour. Where did 
        you disappear ?’ 
        ‘Nowhere,’ replied Mr. Bhushan. ‘Had you 
        remained stationary in one shop, I might have found 
        you. But you go from one shop to another, like a 
        bee in a flower garden.’ 
        ‘Don’t start grumbling. The heat is trying enough. 
        I don’t know what’s happening to Pipalnagar. Even 
        the bank’s about to go bankrupt.’ 
        ‘What’s that?’ said Kamal Kishore, sitting up 
        suddenly. ‘Which bank?’
        ‘Why the Pipalnagar bank of course. I hear they 
        have stopped paying employees. Don’t tell me you 
        have an account there, Mr. Kishore?’
        ‘No, but my neighbour has!’ he exclaimed; and 
        he called out over the low partition to the keeper of 
        the barber shop next door. ‘Deep Chand, have you 
        heard the latest? The Pipalnagar Bank is about to 
        collapse. You’d better get your money out as soon 
        as you can!’
        Deep Chand who was cutting the hair of an 
        elderly gentleman, was so startled that his hand 
        shook and he nicked his customer’s right ear. The 
        customer yelped with pain and distress: pain, because 
        of the cut and distress because of the awful news he 
        had just heard. With one side of his neck still 
        unshaven, he sped across the road to the general 
        merchant’s store where there was a telephone. He 
        dialled Seth Govind Ram’s number. The Seth was 
        not at home. Where was he, then? The Seth was 
        holidaying in Kashmir. Oh, was that so? The elderly 
        gentleman did not believe it. He hurried back to the 
        barber’s shop and told Deep Chand: ‘The bird has 
        flown! Seth Govind Ram has left town. Definitely, 
        it means a collapse.’ And then he dashed out of the 
        shop, making a beeline for his office and chequebook.
        The news spread through the bazaar with the 
        rapidity of forest fire. From the general merchant’s 
        it travelled to the shop, circulated amongst the 
        customers, and then spread with them in various 
        directions, to the betel-seller, the tailor, the free 
        vendor, the jeweller, the beggar sitting on the 
        pavement.

        the boy who broke the bank english workshop


        Old Ganpat the beggar, had a crooked leg. He 
        had been squatting on the pavement for years, 
        calling for alms. In the evening someone would come 
        with a barrow and take him away. He had never 
        been known to walk. But now, on learning that the 
        bank was about to collapse, Ganpat astonished 
        everyone, leaping to his feet and actually running at 
        top speed in the direction of the bank. It soon became 
        known that he had a thousand rupees in savings! 
         Men stood in groups at street corners discussing 
        the situation. Pipalnagar seldom had a crisis, seldom 
        or never had floods, earthquakes or drought; and the 
        imminent crash of the Pipalnagar Bank set everyone 
        talking and speculating and rushing about in a 
        frenzy. Some boasted of their farsightedness, 
        congratulating themselves on having already taken 
        out their money, or on never having put any in; 
        others speculated on the reasons for the crash, putting it all down to excesses indulged in by Seth Govind 
        Ram. The Seth had fled the State, said one. He had 
        fled the country, said another. He was hiding in 
        Pipalnagar, said a third. He had hanged himself from 
        the tamarind tree, said a fourth, and had been found 
        that morning by the sweeper-boy.
        By noon the small bank had gone through all; 
        its ready cash, and the harassed manager was in a 
        dilemma. Emergency funds could only be obtained 
        from another bank some thirty miles distant, and he 
        wasn’t sure he could persuade the crowd to wait 
        until then. And there was no way of contacting Seth 
        Govind Ram on his houseboat in Kashmir. 
        People were turned back from the counters and 
        told to return the following day. They did not like 
        the sound of that. And so they gathered outside, on 
        the steps of the bank shouting ‘Give us our money 
        or we’ll break in!’ and ‘Fetch the Seth, we know 
        he’s hiding in a safe deposit locker!’ Mischief makers 

        who didn’t have a paisa in the bank, joined the 
        crowd and aggravated their mood. The manager 
        stood at the door and tried to placate them. He 
        declared that the bank had plenty of money but no 
        immediate means of collecting it; he urged them to 
        go home and come back the next day.
        ‘We want it now!’ chanted some of the crowd. 
        ‘Now, now, now!’
        And a brick hurtled through the air and crashed 
        through the plate glass window of the Pipalnagar 
        Bank.

        The boy who broke the bank summary

         Nathu arrived next morning to sweep the steps 
        of the bank. He saw the refuse and the broken glass 
        and the stones cluttering the steps. Raising his hands 
        in a gesture of horror and disgust he cried: 
        ‘Hooligans! Sons of donkeys! As though it isn’t bad 
        enough to be paid late, it seems my work has also 
        to be increased!’ He smote the steps with his broom 
        scattering the refuse. 
        Good morning, Nathu,’ said the washerman’s 
        boy, getting down from his bicycle. ‘Are you ready 
        to take up a new job from the first of next month? You’ll have to I suppose, now that the bank is going 
        out of business.’
        ‘How’s that?’ said Nathu. ‘Haven’t you heard? 
        Well you’d better wait here until half the population 
        of Pipalnagar arrives to claim their money.’ And he 
        waved cheerfully he did not have a bank account and 
        sped away on his cycle.
         Nathu went back to sweeping the steps, muttering 
        to himself. When he had finished his work, he sat 
        down on the highest step, to await the arrival of the 
        manager. He was determined to get his pay. 
        ‘Who would have thought the bank would collapse!’ 
        he said to himself, and looked thoughtfully into the 
        distance. ‘I wonder how it could have happened …

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