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Name: Hina P. Chauhan Sem: 4 Roll No. : 09 Batch: 2018-20 Enrollment No. : 2069108420190006 Paper No. :  14 The African Literature Topic:   Critical Analysis Of Selected Poems Email ID:  hinachauhan36511@gmail.com Submitted to: Smt.S.B.Gardi Department Of  English,M.K.Bhavnagar University . Introduction The African literature is mirror of African culture and heritage. Here, in these poems we found that all poems reflect their hatred towards civilized. During this British emperor the African culture and heritage is totally ruined. All poems talks about situation f African people, who are wavering between two culture, British culture and African culture. Also deals with the human psychology and impact of civilization on the lifestyle of African people. How happy they are before Bruisers are came. Colonizer also laughs on African culture and rituals. 1) Once upon A Time But believe me, son. I want to be what I used to be when ...

Name: Hina P. Chauhan   Sem: 4 Roll No. : 09 Batch: 2018-20 Enrollment No. : 2069108420190006 Paper No. :  15 Mass Communication and Media Studies Topic:   Different Types Of Appeals in Advertisement Email ID:  hinachauhan36511@gmail.com Submitted to: Smt.S.B.Gardi Department Of  English,M.K.Bhavnagar University . Different types of Appeals: The most common types of appeals are, 1) Emotional Appeal: Related to an individual’s psychological and social needs for purchasing certain products and services. Many consumers are emotionally motivated or driven to make certain purchases. Emotional appeal includes personal and social aspects.  Personal Appeal  Social Appeal  Fear Appeal  Humor Appeal 1) Personal Appeal: Some personal emotions that can drive individuals to purchase products include safety, fear, love, humor, joy, happiness, sentiment, stimulation, pride, self esteem, pleasure, comfort, ambition, nostalgia...

Name: Hina P. Chauhan Sem: 3 Roll No. : 09 Batch:  2018-20 Enrollment No. :  2069108420190006 Paper No.   :   13 The New Literature Topic: Cultural Encounters in Adiga's 'The White Tiger' Email ID:  hinachauhan36511@gmail.com Submitted to:  Smt.S.B.Gardi Department Of  English,M.K.Bhavnagar University . Aravind Adiga, is the second youngest writer and fourth debut writer to win the Booker prize in 2008 for The White Tiger. The White Tiger is an epistolary novel that begins with the protagonist Balram writing a letter to the Chinese Premier Wen Jiabao; Balram, the protagonist of the novel, hears that Jiabao is coming to Bangalore. Balram Halwai narrates his life in a letter, written in seven nights, and explains how he, the son of a rickshaw puller, escaped a life of servitude to become a successful businessman, describing himself as an entrepreneur. This journey of Balram from a weak and oppressed village boy to that of a wealthy entr...

The Mother' is a short story by William Somerset Maugham. It is a story about very possessive and jealous mother who killed her son's fiance because she couldn't bear anyone with her son. Story opens with quarrel in tenement. New lodger La Cachirra was violently quarreling with the porter. Everybody was curiously watching and nobody know who the women is. It was said that she had spent seven years in prison and come out just one month before. One day young boy comes asking for La Cachirra. Rosalia, one of the tenant gives address to him. He was her son Currito. She was so passionate for her son. When she noticed affection between his son and rosalia, she begun to hate rosalia very much.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s “The Blessed Damozel” is about a woman looking down upon her lover from heaven. The woman wants to be with her lover for eternity but knows that it can never happen. She feels that if the two of them unite in one and pray, then every wish can come true. The Blessed Damozel BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI The blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, No wrought flowers did adorn, But a white rose of Mary’s gift, For service meetly worn; Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn. Herseemed she scarce had been a day One of God’s choristers; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers; Albeit, to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years. (To one, it is ten years of years. …Yet now, and in this place, Surely she leaned o’er me -her hair ...

In The Nightingale and the Rose by Oscar Wilde we have theme of love, sacrifice, selflessness, pity, materialism and gratitude. Taken from his The Complete Short Stories collection the story is narrated in the third person by an unnamed narrator and from the beginning of the story the reader realises that the young boy is very much in love with the young girl. If anything his actions demonstrate that he is love-struck. His every thought is of the girl and being able to dance with her at the ball. So strong are the boy’s desires for the girl he is preoccupied with her as though his life is not worth living unless he manages to dance and spend time with the girl. The Nightingale’s actions throughout the story are also important as she flies from one rose tree to another trying to find a red rose before sacrificing her life at the one tree that can give her a red rose. Even though the Nightingale knows that the thorn pressing against her breast may kill her she still perseveres. Thinkin...

What is it about? The poem recalls the end of a previous relationship that the narrator (or Byron himself) still feels sad and regretful about.  The relationship was secret and ever since the break-up, he has been unable to outwardly express his sadness.  Byron also feels that his lover was untrue to him and is still hurt, long after the events. When We Two Parted by Lord Byron  In silence and tears Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sank chill on my brow - It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame. They name thee before me. A knell in mine ear; A shudder come o'er me - Why wert thou so dear? They knew not I knew thee. Who knew thee too well - Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell. In secret we met - In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, T...