Official Trailer: In Hidden Figures we follow the story of Dorothy Vaughan, Katherine Gobels, and Mary Jackson, part of group of African-American female mathematicians, dubbed as human computers, who rose the ranks of NASA, crossed gender, race, and professional lines against the odds with their brilliance and desire to dream big. I hit upon this hidden gem of a movie on Netflix. Missed it when it was released in 2016.
(A poem by Diya Kiran) At evening the sun takes a nap It’s awake early morning rising from the clouds lap We call this enchanted glory as sunset This period is a forever quest I need a break says the sun It sleeps and tells the stars to arrive in a ton People glare at that beautiful star going down the horizon It rises again until it’s job is forever
(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) Image Credit: WikiCommons I get stomped every now and then I lead a terrifying life till I reach my den I’d like something sweet to eat No insects, “I hate meat” We are disciplined, so we walk in a line Whether it is many or just nine No detective can find out footprint Even if you get a hint Elephants I am
(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) Image Credit: WikiCommons The first word I pronounce Till my piggy bank, filled with every ounce Until my feet touched the ground Then my parents were spellbound The first time I was walked to school And the time my dad helped me jump in the pool The heavy bag I carried while climbing the stairs The excitement I received when my project
(A poem by Aadya Prasad, V Grade) Image Credit: WikiCommons A beautiful memory from the past Who knows long it will last 2 types of rides Wet and dry The green slide Which I like to call Ride of Doom Very fun but scary Last the color changing slide And the wave pool And the memory I can never forget
Image Credit: WikiCommons, WikiCommons (A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) I go through pain Which is hard to explain Why is the second form of me the best This is way it makes me depressed Why should there be change in me Which I totally disagree Am I so ugly you can’t take a glimpse Everyone’s good in their own way even the chimps You may think
Image Credit: WikiCommons The season right after The chilly winter A beautiful occasion For a wonderful vacation Relaxing under the hot sun And having a whale of a time in the beach The season which you get yummy fruits Which are the best And when it ends it will be a precious memory
(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade) Image Credit: WikiCommons The academic year ends So we buy clothes that trend A splash in the pool Look at ice-cream let your mouth drool Let the harvest season begun Till the vegies are of a ton Seasonal fruits are stacked in our house Men it’s your duty to cut them up not your spouse Let the door of fun open
(A poem by Aadya Prasad, V Grade) My mom is the GK who knows everything My dad is the atlas Who locates any place you ask My cousin is the joke book Whos jokes are very funny and sometimes stupid My aunt is the cookbook Who always comes up with new recipes My uncle is the big math book Who solves any equation you ask My
Image credit: wikipedia, Financial Express In a capitalistic society there perpetually exists a market for any type of commodity – be it in information technology, food, clothing, transport, art, entertainment, and food. All these fields are defined by cutting edge products, highly processed pieces of raw material that has been cut and changed to the way of our needs, and most importantly, the money to be made in these fields are