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Shri Abdul Pakir Jainulabdin Abdul Kalam . In the Pilgrimage town of Rameshwaram in Tamil Nadu Shri A. P. J. Abdul Kalam was born on October 15, 1931 in a middle class Tamil Family. He father was not a formely educated m,an. But he could read and write English. His mother was a kind and generous lady. his parents insoired him to achieve his highest aim of life moreever, he was also influ enced by shri Lakshman shastri the head piest of Rameshwaram temple and shri shiv subramanya Aiyer his science teacher.  After finishing his primary eduction he was sent to schwartz school for further studines. Ater finishing his school education he was sent to st Joseph college at Trichirapalli for hipher edduca tion. He passed his B.Sc From this college. Then he joined Aeronautical Engineering at Madras institrute of Techmology. in 1958 a. p. j. abdul kalam joined the directoratr of technical development and joined the directorate of techincl development and pro duction in ministery of defence he got fame and name with S. L. V. 

Two Stories About Flying  the young seagull was alone on his ledge his two brothers and his sisters had already flow away the day before. he had been afraid to fly with them. somehow when he had taken a little run foreword to the brink of the ledge and attemped to flap his wings he become afraid. the great expence of sea streached down beneath , and it was such a long way down - miles down he felt certain that his wings would never support him ; so he bent his head and ran away back to the little hole under the ledge where he slept at night. even when each of his brothers and his little sisters whose wings where far shorter then his own, ran to brink, flapped their wings, and flew away, he failed to muster up cuorage  to take that plunge which appeared to him so desperate. his father and mother had come around calling to him shrilly, upbraiding him, threatening to let him strave on his ledge unless he flew away. but for the life of him he could not move. that was twenty-four hours ago. since then nobody had come near him. the day before, all day long, he had wached his parents flying about with his brother and sister, perfecting them in the art of flight, teaching them how to skim the waves and how to dive for fish. he had, in fact, seen his older brother catch his first herring and devour it standing on arock  while his parents circled around raising a proud cackle. and all the morning the whole family had walked about on the big plateau midway down the opposite cliff taunting him with his cowerdice.

From the Diary of Anne Frank  Writting in a Diary is a really strange experience for some one like me . not only because itb seeems to me that letter on  neither  I nor an yone else will be intersted in the musings of a thirteen year old schoolgirl . oh well , it does not matter I feel like writting ,and I have even greater need to get all kinds of thing of my chest .  paper has more patience than people; I thought of this playing on one of those days i was feeling a little depressed and was setting at home with my cin in my hands , board and listless, wondering whether to stay in or go out . i finally stayed where I was brooding yes, paper does have more patience, and since i am not planning to let anyone else read this stiff backed notebook grandly reffered to as a 'Diary' unless  I should ever ever find a real friend , it probably won't make a bit of difference.    Now I'm back to the point that prompted me to keep a diary in the first place ; I don't have a friend. 

                               Amanda Don;t bite your nails amanda/ Don;t hunch your shoulders, amanda stop that slouching and sit up straight, Amanda There is a languid emerald sea where the sold inhaditant is me a mermaid drifting blissfully. Did you finish your homework amanda Did you tidy your room amanda I thought I told you to clean youe shoes Amanda Iam an orphan roaming the street I pattern soft dust with my hushed bare feet. the silence is golden the freedom is sweet the silence is golden the freedom is sweet. Don;t eat that chocolate amanda Remember your acne amands Will you please look at me when i;m speaking to you Amanda.

            Artificial intelligence  Artificial intelligence (AI) is the ability of computer system perform tasks required human intelligence, like - learning, reasoning, problem solving, and perception,  by using algorithm and massive database to recognise patterns and make dicision or prediction. It's a broad field encompasses machine learning, natural language processing, and computer vision, powering application form search engine and virtual assistant (siri,Alexa) to self driving car and generation AI tools (chat GPT ) . Essentially AI enables machine to learn from data and act intelligent, often without explicit programming for every scenario.     Key Concepts :- Learning:   AI system learn from vast amounts of data, identifying pattern to improve performance over time. Reasoning and problem - solving: AI uses logic and data to solve complex problems and make autonomous dicision. Perception: AI enables to see ( computer vision) and hear ( speech recognition) their environment. Natural language processing (NLP): Allow machine to understand, interest, and generate human language. Machine learning (ML) : A subset of AI where algorithm automatically learn and adapt from data.    Common Application  Search engine: Google search, which personalize results. Recommendation system: Netflix, Amazon suggesting product or shows. Virtual assistant: Siri , google assistant, Alexa . Autonomous vehicles: self- driving cars. Healthcare: Medical diagnosis.  Creative tools: AI art and text generation.

          CENTRAL IDEA  The poem talks about the death of the author beloved lucy. He admits that he was in a sort of deep sleep because he didn't fear the Harsh reality of life. Hello had taken life for granted and had never thought that one day death could separate him from his beloved lucy. Hello come to this realisation regarding this harsh truth of life only after her death. However, by this time it was too late. Now Lucy is buried within the Earth. She lies motionless. She can not hear or see. However, the poet is at peace even after losing Lucy to death because he finds that she has become one with nature after death. She has become an inseparable part of the Earth by minging with the rocks , the stones, and the trees. The poet seems to be immortalizing her death by saying that she had no human fears. Now earthly years were no longer a matter of concern for her because they cannot make her older now. ​​​​​​​

          CENTRAL IDEA  The poem revolves around a general problem that one, faces in life. It is of making a choice in life. According to the poet, by choosing a that most people don't a man can make a big difference in his life. In this poem, a men came to a place where he had to make a choice between two roads. One of the roads was obviously less travelled on because it was grassy and was probably more difficult to travel on, and that is the road that this man chose. Hello thought that he could come back to check out the other road at another time, but figured that he probably would not, after he made his choice. The man found that he did make the best choice by choosing the road that had been less travelled by other people. The poet says that it is sometimes better not to make the easy choice that everyone else does, but to be willing to take a risk and be different by choosing the road 'less travelled by.

He was a round little man with a red face and a whole box of tools with dials and wires. Hello smiled at Margie and gave her an apple, then took the teacher apart. Margie had hoped he wouldn't know how to put it together again, but he knew how all right, and, after an hour or so, there it was again, large and black and ugly, with a big screen on which all the lessons were shown and the question were asked. That wasn't so bad . The part Margie hated most was the slot where she had to put homework and test papers. She always had to write them out in a punch code they made her learn when she was six years old, and the mechanical teacher calculated the marks in no time.  The inspector had smiled after he was finished and patted Margie's head . Hello said to her mother,"it's not the little girl's fault, Mr jones . I think the geography sector was geared a little too quick . Those things happen sometimes. I live slowed it up to an average ten years level. Actually, the overall pattern of her progress is quite satisfactory. And he patted Margie's head again. Margie was disappointed. She had been hoping they would take the teacher away altogether. They had once taken Tommy's teacher away for nearly a month because the history sector had blanked out completely. So she said to Tommy," why would anyone write about school?.