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1  Once upon a time, in the vibrant and bustling city of Mumbai, lived a young boy named Ajay. Ajay was a bright-eyed, curious soul, full of dreams and enthusiasm. His days began with the melodious call of street vendors, and the scent of spices wafting through the air. Ajay attended the bustling St. Mary's Primary School, a place where the walls echoed with laughter and the courtyard buzzed with the chatter of eager young minds. His uniform, neatly pressed, and his backpack slung over his shoulder, Ajay would set out on his daily adventure to quench his thirst for knowledge. St. Mary's was not just a school; it was a microcosm of the diverse Indian society. Students from various backgrounds, speaking different languages, and celebrating numerous festivals came together under one roof. The classrooms were adorned with colorful charts depicting India's rich history, and the corridors echoed with the rhythm of patriotic songs during assembly. Ajay's favorite spot was the
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**Chemical Reactions and Equations**

 **The Colorful Tale of Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya** In a picturesque campus of Jawahar Navodaya Vidyalaya, there were several hostels. The main characters of this story were Ajay, Anand, Anoop, Akhilesh, and Deepak. They were joined by their friend Anushka. **Chemical Reactions and Equations** One day, their chemistry teacher said, "Today, let's talk about chemical reactions and equations." Ajay wondered, "What kinds of reactions do we have?" Anand said, "Let's see how this reaction is happening." They started conducting a magical experiment. Anoop explained, "Now, we need to write this in an equation." He showed how every reaction could be expressed scientifically in an equation. Akhilesh asked, "Now, how do we balance it?" The students worked on balancing the equations, choosing the right numbers to make the reaction balanced. As Deepak concluded, "Now we know how reactions and equations work. It makes our chemistry less
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                                                      Statistics Poem Oh, statistics, you're a mighty tool, You help us make sense of the data pool. Mean, mode, and median, you're a trio so grand, You help us understand the data in our hand. Mean The mean is the average, the sum of all, Divided by the number of terms, it's a simple call. It gives us a sense of the central tendency, A measure of what's typical, it's plain to see. Mode The mode is the most frequent, the most common value, It tells us what's most popular, it's quite a resolve. It's a good measure of what's typical too, But it's not as robust as the mean, it's true. Median The median is the middle value, when the data's sorted, It's a good measure of central tendency, when the data's distorted. It's not affected by outliers, it's quite stable and strong, A good measure of central tendency, it can't go wrong. Conclusion Mean, mode, and median, oh, what a tr
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