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Q. Explain how Happy Bapetsi presents her experience of meeting her father for the first time. (Jan 2013) By Umer Ali Abbasi


This is an extract based on the life story of a girl named happy, who is presumably also the author in this case.The extract is called,”The No.1 ladies detective agency.”From the title one can infer that something dramatic has occurred in the authors life and now she seeks help. This extract is uniquely structured. With a variation in sentence structure and frequent use of short sentences, the author gives her write a dramatic appeal.The purpose of this extract is solely to entertain the reader and that is done so by adding humour,irony and other techniques to keep the reader hooked.
The language used in this extract ranges from hopeful to disappointed and then hopeful again. This extract targets multiple audience groups such as adults, young adults, the elderly, as well as children. This is clear from the fact that the author uses simple language and jokes that can be understood by anyone. In addition to that she uses a simple tone that appeals to all of her audience, a positive, calm and humble one.

Firstly, the author starts off with an anecdote. “Let me tell you a little about myself….”Through this anecdote she explains her life story to the audience. This builds a relationship with the audience right from the beginning as the audience get to know the character and support her. She is developed as a protagonist in the audience’s eye.
Secondly, the theme of this extract mainly revolves around ‘Family’ and ‘loyalty’. This can be seen through the writers use of diction such as, “my daddy”, “after all” and “mother”. She constantly relates back to her family and her time growing up in it. She says ‘after all’ because she knows that after all that man could be her dad and she is bound to help him as she is loyal to her own. This develops Happy’s character in the audience’s eye and makes them feel sympathetic towards her. This also leaves them curious to know how she handles the situation, hooked wanting to read ahead.
Furthermore, the writer maintains a nostalgic attitude since she’s recalling her past. This is evident from, “I was still a little baby”,“Back then” and “I didn’t have to work at all”.Here the author feels nostalgia as she relives the happiest moments of her life .As the story develops the attitude changes from positive to negative, but in the end it changed back to positive as she doesn’t want to leave the reader on a negative note. This is done so to trigger an emotional response from the reader and make them agree to the authors perspective.

Moving on, The author uses significant bias in her extract. This bias is against men , since on many occasions she favors women And undermines men Just because of the actions of one man, her dad. This is clear from the fact that during the discussion she says ,“many men are like that”.By doing so she generalizes the behavior of all men Gaining the sympathy of her female readers And bringing her male readers to the realization of acceptance.
In addition,the author uses irony in the extract. This is done so that the audience feels sorry for Happy, keep them hooked to the extract and add colour to the passages.The irony being that her name is happy, on the contrary her life is far from happy. She goes though a lot in her life with very little exposure happiness herself.

Finally,the author uses humour is her passage.This adds emphasis,and colour to the write.This also keeps the reader entertained and builds her character as a funny one.This can be seen ,”all the men are worried that I’ll make them look stupid”. Here she jokes about how she can’t get a higher position at her office.This also shows the reader where her bias against men is really coming from.

In conclusion, the author completely builds Happy’s character for the reader, then she gains their sympathy and pushes her points through to them.She targets a wide audience by keeping language simple and understandable to anyone.She tries her best to keep the reader hooked and entertained. She uses bias, irony and humour from time to time,only to give the reader her view on the topic.




It was a relief coming out of that diesel-filled cabin and stepping out on the marshy land which was thinly layered with blunt-edged gravel. One step at a time out of the car, I stretched my arms wide open as the soft, cold, fresh breeze lightly slapped across my face.

I, a claustrophobic, sighed in relief once again as we started walking into the confined track which was surrounded by conifer trees.

This natural environment was in my eyes and my ears.

It was fairly visible to me that my running shoes were slightly sinking in the loose soil which left an evenly spaced and prominent brown border across the thick and white midsole. As we continued with our pleasant late afternoon walk, I could already feel my body generating a lot of heat and this stuffy and humid track was no less than a humid subtropical forest. I could feel the diameter of each sweat drop increase on my limbs as my pace changed dynamically. Throughout the first half of the journey, before the water bottle’s level dropped, I noticed that the trees which surrounded this track created an unusual ecosystem of its own.

This ‘ecosystem’ was an arch made by the long and stiff branches of the trees. They were generous enough to lend their arms out to not only provide shelter to those living above but also to provide a cool corridor to those strolling under. The natural corridor’s ceiling was home to many, many, many birds and casually crawling, creepy, contagious critters. This explained the bird droppings which covered every inch of the never-ending slabs of rock. However, from a bird’s eye view, the resemblance between this naturally painted rock and black Carrara marble was uncanny.

Not only did this natural environment grasp my attention visually but the surrounding audio which went along with the picture did too. As mentioned earlier, the sounds were reminiscent of my afternoon walk. The birds sang beautifully in sync while the little(huge) six-legged invertebrates buzzed loudly, chirped loudly, squeaked loudly – unharmoniously. I could smell the petrichor emanating from the moist soil.

This could mean one thing – a stream – and the timing could not have been any better.

As I blindly followed the babbling and trickling sounds, I eventually came to a halt.

I was flabbergasted. I was amazed. It was just, too scenic to be real.

Sighing once again in relief, I sat on a huge ellipsoidal ball-shaped boulder. There was nothing else I could think of other than appreciating and absorbing the view.

That corridor transitioned from a busy and business-minded city to a much peaceful and jaw-dropping view. Right in front of me was a flat piece of land that stretched out generously. The tall grass swayed back and forth as the calm breeze made its way through the strands. The sun was dipping itself below the horizon.  It was blazing with warm colors but producing no warmth. This was also proudly reflected by the lake and to end up this view, shimmering white butterfly koi came up to the surface to substitute the stars.

I didn’t want mankind to explore for business opportunities on this enduring piece of land. So, I spent the evening there so that I can picture this in the future – when I’m forced to claim responsibilities.

This was a radiant and deep-colored sub-tropical forest. Every color of the spectrum had been used on this canvas and I would never forget the last gasp of beauty before the death of the day.

Paragraph Writing: ‘I am a cool superhero’ by Syed Fasih-ul-Hassan Taqvi



Okay let me get one thing straight. Not all superheroes wear golden-star embellished capes, bear amazing, mind blowing abilities and work against injustice. Most of us are just like you guys, work, eat, sleep repeat. We will gladly see the latest Netflix serial and would love to have a delightful meal surrounded by family. We’re not from extra-terrestrial planets, nor do we have arch-rivals in the form of stark-crazy clowns.

Yes, I do have superpowers, superspeed and control over fire. Unfortunately, ‘cool’ is not the term the media would define me. Last night they branded me with titles like “vindictive, vicious, a beast who tries to kill everyone in sight”. I just accidentally burned down two McDonalds; they didn’t give me the right milkshake. Corresponding to my superior pace, my body requires more energy. I have to pay a horrendous total of $1000 for my weekly groceries because I’m hungry all the time. Don’t even get started with me when Ramadhan pulls around, it’s pure torture and grief.

Trying to save others from their grief and demise is like attempting to tame a lion. People don’t listen.

“Sir I was trying to help you”.

“No you dirt-bag. You were trying to kill me”.

“Sir… That car would have run over you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t give me that villain-talk. I can tell by the look of your eyes; you saw me as your next piece of pray.”

That is literally every conversation that follows if I try to utilize my powers to help other guys. Superman and my friend “The Flash” got it so easy. Everyone views them as their idol, their role-model their everything. All I want is to be famous and lease some benefit from my superpowers. Guess stardom and being cool isn’t for me.