Today i complete eighty years of my life. as i look back on the vast stretch of years that lie behind me and see in clear perspective the history of my early development, i am struck by the change that has taken place both in my own attitude and in the psychology of my countrymen -- a change that carries within it a cause of profound tragedy. our direct contact with the larger world of men was linked up with the contemporary history of the english people whom we came to know in those earlier days. it was mainly through their mighty literature that we formed our ideas with regard to these newcomers to our indian shores. in those days the type of learning that was served out to us was neither plentiful nor diverse, nor was the spirit of scientific enquiry very much in evidence. thus their scope being strictly limited, the educated of those days had recourse to english language and literature. their days and nights were eloquent with the stately declamations of burke, with macaulay’s long-rolling sentences; discussions centred upon shakespeare's drama and byron's poetry and above all upon the large-hearted liberalism of the nineteenth-century english politics. at the time though tentative attempts were being made to gain our national independence, at heart we had not lost faith in the generosity of the english
1. you should go to the teacher
2. all of you must clean your rooms
3. mrs gupta cleans the entire house
4. she does her homework
5. the patients have to go to hospital
6. i can look after my children
7. we must take care of
8. when mother called, jagat hid
behind the big
box.
9. he completed the work
10. the dog was cleaning
in the pond