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DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? for CAT 2024 is part of CAT preparation. The Question and answers have been prepared according to the CAT exam syllabus. Information about DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? covers all topics & solutions for CAT 2024 Exam. Find important definitions, questions, meanings, examples, exercises and tests below for DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer?.

Solutions for DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? in English & in Hindi are available as part of our courses for CAT. Download more important topics, notes, lectures and mock test series for CAT Exam by signing up for free.

Here you can find the meaning of DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? defined & explained in the simplest way possible. Besides giving the explanation of DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer?, a detailed solution for DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? has been provided alongside types of DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? theory, EduRev gives you an ample number of questions to practice DIRECTIONSfor the question:Read thepassageand answerthequestion that follows.From our reading we knew that Gartok was the capital of Western Tibet, and the seat of the Viceroy; our geography books had told us that it was the highest town in the world. When, however, we finally set eyes on this famous place we could hardly help laughing. The first thing we saw were a few nomads' tents scattered about the immense plain, thenwe caught sight of a few mud-brick huts. That was Gartok. Except for a few stray dogs, there was no sign of life.We pitched our little tent on the bank of the Gartang-Chu, a tributary of the Indus. At last a few curious individuals came up and we learned from them that neither of the two high officials was in the town and only the "Second Viceroy's" agent could receive us. We decided to submit our petition to this personage at once. Going into his office we had to bend low, for there was no door, only a hole in front of which hung a greasy curtain. We came into a dimly-lit room with paper gummed over the windows. When our eyes had grown accustomed to the twilight we discerned a man who looked intelligent and distinguished sitting like a Buddha on the floor before us. From his left ear dangled an ear-ring at least six inches long as a sign of his rank. There was also a woman present, who turned out to be the wife of the absent official. Behind us, pressed a crowd of children and servants who wished to see these peculiar foreigners from close at hand. We were very politely requested to sit down and were immediately offered dried meat, cheese, butter and tea. The atmosphere was cordial and warmed our hearts, and conversation flowed fairly freely with the aidofan English-Tibetan dictionary and supplementary gestures.Next day, I brought the agent some medicines as a present. He was much pleased and asked me how to use them, whereupon I wrote out directions. At this point, we ventured to ask him if he would grant us a travel permit. He did not directly refuse, but made us await the coming of his chief who was on a pilgrimage toMountKailas, but was expected to return in a few days.In the interval we made good friends with the agent. I gave him a burning-glass, an object of which one can make good use in Tibet. The customary return gift was not long in coming. One afternoon some bearers carried a present of butter, meat and flour to our tents. And not long after came the agent himself accompanied by a retinue of servants, to return our visit. When he saw how primitively we were lodged in our tents, he could not get over his astonishment that Europeans led such simple lives.One morning, we heard the sound of bells in the distance as a huge mule-drawn caravanapproached the village. Soldiers rode ahead followed by a swarm of male and female servants and after them members of the Tibetan nobility, also mounted, whom we now saw for the first time. The senior of the two Viceroys, whom they call Garpons inTibet, was arriving. He and his wife wore splendid silk robes and carried pistols in their girdles. The whole village assembled to see the spectacle. Immediately after arriving, the Garpon moved in solemn procession into the monastery to give thanks to the gods for his safe return from the pilgrimage.Aufschnaiter composed a short letter begging for our audience. As no answer came we set out in the late afternoon to visit the Garpon. His house was not essentially different from that of his agent, but inside it was cleaner and of better quality. The Garpon, a high official, is invested for the duration of his mission with the fourth rank in the hierarchy of the nobles. He is in charge of five districts which are administered by nobles of the fifth, sixth and seventh rank. At last we came into the presence of this potentate. We explained our case to him in all its details and he listened to us with friendly patience. Often he could not refrain from smiling at our defective Tibetan, while his retainers laughed out loud. This merriment added a spice to the conversation and created a friendly atmosphere. The Garpon promised to consider our case carefully and to talk it over with the representative of his colleague. At the end of the audience we were hospitably entertained and received tea made in the European fashion. Afterwards, the Garpon sent presents to our tents and we began to hope for a happy issue.Our next audience was rather more formal but still cordial. It was a regular official meeting. The Garpon sat on a sort of throne and near him on a lower seat was the agent of his colleague. On a low table, lay a file of letters written on Tibetan paper. The Garpon informed us that he could only give us passes and transport for theprovinceofNgari. We would in no circumstances be allowed to enter the inner provinces ofTibet. We quickly took counsel together and suggested that he should give us a travel permit to the frontier ofNepal. After some hesitation he promised to communicate our request to the Government inLhasa, but he explained to us that the answer might not arrive for some months. We were not anxious to wait all that time in Gartok. We had not given up the idea of pushing on to the east and were anxious to continue our journey at all costs. AsNepalwas a neutral country situated in the direction which we wished to go, we felt that we could be satisfied with the result of the negotiations.The Garpon then kindly asked us to remain for a few days longer as his guests, as pack-animals and a guide had to be found. After three days, our travel pass was delivered to us. It stipulated that our route should pass through the following places - Ngakhyu, Sersok, Montse, Barkha. Tokchen, Lholung, Shamtsang, Truksum and Gyabnak. It was also laid down that we had the right to requisition two yaks. A very important clause required the inhabitants to sell us provisions at the local prices, and to give us free fuel and servants for the evenings.We were very glad to have obtained so much in the way of facilities. The Garpon invited us to a farewell dinner. Afterwards, he made us give him our word of honour not to go toLhasafrom his territory. At last, on July 13th, we bade farewell to Gartok and started on our way. Our little caravan, now of decent proportions, consisted of our two yaks with their driver and my small donkey, which was now in good shape and carried no more than a tea-kettle. Then came our guide, a young Tibetan named Norbu, on horseback, while we three Europeans modestly brought up the rear on foot.The country through which we had been traveling for days had an original beauty. The wide plains were diversified by stretches of hilly country with low passes. We often had to wade through swift-running ice-cold burns. While in Gartok, we had had occasional showers of hail, but now the weather was mainly fine and warm. By this time we all had thick beards, which helped to protect us against the sun. It was long since we had seen a glacier, but as we were approaching thetasamat Barkha, a chain of glaciers gleaming in the sunshine came into view. The landscape was dominated by the 25,000-footpeakofGurla Mandhata; less striking, but far more famous, was the sacredMountKailas, 3,000 feet lower, which stands in majestic isolation apart from theHimalayarange. When we first caught sight of it, the Tibetans prostrated themselves and prayed. At the places from which the first sight of the mountain can be obtained are set up heaps of stones, grown through the centuries to giant proportions, expressing the piety of the pilgrims, each of whom, following ancient observance, adds fresh stones to the heaps. We, too, would have liked to travel round the mountain as the pilgrims do, but the unfriendly master of the caravan serai at Barkha prevented us by threatening to stop our future transport facilities unless we continued on our way.We mountaineers were more strongly attracted to the majestic Gurla Mandhata, mirrored in the waters of Lake Manasarovar, than by the Sacred Mountain. We pitched our tents on the shore of the lake and feasted our eyes on the indescribably beautiful picture of this tremendous mountain, which seemed to grow out of the lake. This is certainly one of the loveliest spots on earth. The lake is held to be sacred and round it one finds many small monasteries in which the pilgrims lodge and perform their devotions. Most of the people we met were traders. The biggest market in the region is that of Gyanyima. Here hundreds of tents form a huge camp given over to buying and selling.Q. Which of the following is thecorrectstatement?a)The author and his friends were not very interested in travelling westwards from the city of Gartokb)The travel pass for the author was issued immediately after meeting the Garponc)The climate of Gartok was coold)When the party of the author left Gartok, it consisted of seven personsCorrect answer is option 'A'. Can you explain this answer? tests, examples and also practice CAT tests.