Just completed my electronics creative assignment....we had to make something creative to explain some concepts of making a high gain amplifier...Initially we were going to make some flash animation but found that it was too difficult to implement what we wanted...so we decided to make a poem and best thing was that we completed the poem in just one and a half hour...The poem's called "Genies out of Amps"
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Genies out of Amps
-Poojan Shah, Pavas Kant, Naman Mishra
Getting a gain.. an easy task
Getting one high enough... a mindless chore..
To find values such we have the task,
pumping our voltage to a 1000 times or more,
The transistor poses many strains,
upon our minds and on our boards,
cutting off in between those waves we sought to change
Sometimes above or down below,
we could not get the volts to go too high or low.
For 0.2 volts min. across CE ends it says, I’ll give you a proper gain
Fighting it we try to make, a proper bar-gain.
we say we’ll give thou ends thy need, biases as thy please,
we sought to make a gain on waves,
we forgot they were not our loyal mate,
they varied with time confusing our friend, forcing it to saturate...
we brought in DC our trusted mate
to make life for our friend a piece of cake...
we said to him forget those waves
we'll give you something which negates those strains.
On high values we pasted the waves
smoothing their troughs way over our constraints.
Our friend now says I’ll give you what I can but to my own limits I can take,
I won't give you what you seek but you can use another me for your sake.
We try to get another friend, a pal who'll make us the gain we seek,
but bringing in another friend, strained our 1st one's peak.
Loading it brought down its gain that was now our main pain...
We now brought in one with a unit gain into the two man chain...
This solved our worries to an extent great,
the new one's Rin was the secret,
We now had our inputs sorted, just needed to get our output on the dotted...
We had some gain from the first and we sought to make matters worse,
we wanted more to please our needs, forcing another to meet our greed...
We connected another friend onto the board, cluttering it even more,
we now had our heart’s desires, we had our waves as sapphires....
The magic of Amps had made genies come out of lamps,
granting us what we desire we now had our waves as sapphires.
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Please post your comments on the poem....
