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Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? for SAT 2026 is part of SAT preparation. The Question and answers have been prepared according to the SAT exam syllabus. Information about Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? covers all topics & solutions for SAT 2026 Exam. Find important definitions, questions, meanings, examples, exercises and tests below for Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer?.

Solutions for Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? in English & in Hindi are available as part of our courses for SAT. Download more important topics, notes, lectures and mock test series for SAT Exam by signing up for free.

Here you can find the meaning of Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? defined & explained in the simplest way possible. Besides giving the explanation of Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer?, a detailed solution for Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? has been provided alongside types of Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? theory, EduRev gives you an ample number of questions to practice Question is based on the following passage.This passage is adapted from Daniyal Mueenuddin, “Nawabdin Electrician.” ©2009 by Daniyal Mueenuddin.Another man might have thrown up hishands—but not Nawabdin. His twelve daughtersacted as a spur to his genius, and he looked withsatisfaction in the mirror each morning at the face of5 a warrior going out to do battle. Nawab of courseknew that he must proliferate his sources ofrevenue—the salary he received from K. K. Harounifor tending the tube wells would not even begin tosuffice. He set up a little one-room flour mill, run off10 a condemned electric motor—condemned by him.He tried his hand at fish-farming in a little pond atthe edge of his master’s fields. He bought brokenradios, fixed them, and resold them. He did notdemur even when asked to fix watches, though that15 enterprise did spectacularly badly, and in fact earnedhim more kicks than kudos, for no watch he tookapart ever kept time again.K. K. Harouni rarely went to his farms, but livedmostly in Lahore. Whenever the old man visited,20 Nawab would place himself night and day at the doorleading from the servants’ sitting area into the walledgrove of ancient banyan trees where the oldfarmhouse stood. Grizzled, his peculiar aviatorglasses bent and smudged, Nawab tended the25 household machinery, the air conditioners, waterheaters, refrigerators, and water pumps, like anengineer tending the boilers on a foundering steamerin an Atlantic gale. By his superhuman efforts healmost managed to maintain K. K. Harouni in the30 same mechanical cocoon, cooled and bathed andlighted and fed, that the landowner enjoyed inLahore.Harouni of course became familiar with thisubiquitous man, who not only accompanied him on35 his tours of inspection, but morning and night couldbe found standing on the master bed rewiring thelight fixture or in the bathroom poking at the waterheater. Finally, one evening at teatime, gauging thepsychological moment, Nawab asked if he might say40 a word. The landowner, who was cheerfully filing hisnails in front of a crackling rosewood fire, told himto go ahead.“Sir, as you know, your lands stretch from here tothe Indus, and on these lands are fully seventeen tube45wells, and to tend these seventeen tube wells there isbut one man, me, your servant. In your service I haveearned these gray hairs”—here he bowed his head toshow the gray—“and now I cannot fulfill my dutiesas I should. Enough, sir, enough. I beg you, forgive50me my weakness. Better a darkened house and proudhunger within than disgrace in the light of day.Release me, I ask you, I beg you.”The old man, well accustomed to these sorts ofspeeches, though not usually this florid, filed away at55his nails and waited for the breeze to stop.“What’s the matter, Nawabdin?”“Matter, sir? O what could be the matter in yourservice. I’ve eaten your salt for all my years. But sir,on the bicycle now, with my old legs, and with the60 many injuries I’ve received when heavy machineryfell on me—I cannot any longer bicycle about like abridegroom from farm to farm, as I could when Ifirst had the good fortune to enter your employment.I beg you, sir, let me go.”65“And what’s the solution?” asked Harouni, seeingthat they had come to the crux. He didn’t particularlycare one way or the other, except that it touched onhis comfort—a matter of great interest to him.“Well, sir, if I had a motorcycle, then I could70 somehow limp along, at least until I train up someyounger man.”The crops that year had been good, Harouni feltexpansive in front of the fire, and so, much to thedisgust of the farm managers, Nawab received a75brand-new motorcycle, a Honda 70. He evenmanaged to extract an allowance for gasoline.The motorcycle increased his status, gave himweight, so that people began calling him “Uncle,” andasking his opinion on world affairs, about which he80knew absolutely nothing. He could now rangefurther, doing a much wider business. Best of all,now he could spend every night with his wife, whohad begged to live not on the farm but near herfamily in Firoza, where also they could educate at85least the two eldest daughters. A long straight roadran from the canal headworks near Firoza all the wayto the Indus, through the heart of the K. K. Harounilands. Nawab would fly down this road on his newmachine, with bags and cloths hanging from every90 knob and brace, so that the bike, when he hit a bump,seemed to be flapping numerous small vestigialwings; and with his grinning face, as he rolled up towhichever tube well needed servicing, with his earsalmost blown off, he shone with the speed of his95arrival.Q.Which choice provides the best evidence for the answer to the previous question?a)Lines 65-66 (“And... crux”)b)Lines 66-68 (“He didn’t... him”)c)Lines 75-76 (“He even... gasoline”)d)Lines 80-81 (“He could... business”)Correct answer is option 'B'. Can you explain this answer? tests, examples and also practice SAT tests.