Maths – My Love

Mathematics, lovingly and shortly called Maths. It is an all-time expanding as well as shrinking ocean of miracles. Expands our knowledge and shrinks our obscurity to the concepts. It is constant and variable at the same time. A constant nightmare and a randomly varying subject of interest, but only to few. For many, maths appears to be an abyss from which digits fizz out, aiming straight ‘only’ at them. And to many more, numbers seem like colonies of ants, hindering their peace of mind. But to me, they appear like freshly made Act II popcorn. 

Some love, some loathe, some ignore, some fear, some teach, some learn, some unlearn. But I, I only savor it, in spite of it being called a masculine ability. While few dread even at the thought of maths, I see it everywhere around me. These days, digits compete very closely with mobile phones and personal computers, for topping the list of things that are used by humans always or very often.  But digits are the winners because the latter two themselves depend on digits. 

The logic of 1+1=3 was universally accepted by even by the ardent math-lovers. Logically wrong but emotionally right. This process of  creating something new takes a span of 9 months. There after the newly-born tiny heart, beats around 130-160 times per minute and the number of beats gradually reduces as the age increases and at some particular point of time it nullifies.  Life begins and ends with math.

My daily routine after I wake up is to walk to my balcony and count the number of  little flowers that blossomed last night. And the last thing I do before I sleep is to count the number of buds that are ready to bloom the next day, but not the flowers that have fallen down. My day begins and ends with Math.

We divide our grief, multiply our happiness, add color to other’s life, subtract the darkness inside us to derive the sunlight, which travels with a speed of 186,000 miles a second. Every life around the world all time needs numbers and the magic they make.

I end this post by adding a song from the movie, “School of Rock”. This song is the conversation between the students and teacher, wherein the teacher adopts the musical way of teaching.

Math is a wonderful thing,
Math is a really cool thing,
So get off your ath, lets do some math,
Math, Math, Math, Math, Math!!

Seasons' Lessons

Seasons were changing without any notice and I was too busy to realize these changes. Winter was depressing while the summer was sultry. Then came the monsoon irritating not just me, but the whole Hyderabad. And autumn always gives the rest my tired body needs after all these season swings.

But today the weather is quite different. It has been like this since a week. Brumous in the mornings and breezy in the evenings. I have always been a fan of such revitalizing days. They bring out the best in me without many or any efforts. Today is one such day or rather one such evening or more precisely one such hour. From the time I started from my office through the journey to my home, I experienced the most calmest and relaxed period since a very long time.  

My office is located on a high-end area in the city. Five-storied, beige colored, equipped with centralized-AC  and tightly sealed off with mostly walls and here and there a few windows, creating a totally different and artificial environment. So, when in office I am not aware of either climactic changes or terrorist attacks going on outside. When I stepped out of the my office I was welcomed by dusky clouds and gentle winds. It was a potpourri of seasons served in the bowl called today.

I walked towards the road gelling with the nature's glee and dancing in the tune we created within minutes of our meeting. We have met earlier too, that happened quite often then, but now I am a grown up. Well, that's a whole different story. Then came this day when I felt like I am back into my past by a few years.

I felt a new energy flowing in my veins, I smiled at the security who ogles at me. Suddenly, everything settled in its own place, everything had a solution. I alone was enough to make things happen. I felt I could do many novels just this one evening, both reading and writing. My mind was running with ideas and thoughts unlimited. I found them hard to hold, difficult to note, but mandatory to quote.  

I suddenly remembered those days when I used to spend evenings alone on the terrace of my building, looking the sky change it colors, deciding which adjectives to use to describe them justifying exactly to its beauty. I dint know back then I had a flair for writing, but I did know that I love nature. The flair was discovered and developed, while my love was lost and forgotten. 

I was myself smiling at absolutely nothing and next second I notice I see others smiling at me too. Life reflects life. The rain washed away my tensions. The breeze swayed away my problems. The trees gave me the shade which none offered and the sky gave me the hope which the saints never preached.

There are lessons that mentors can't teach, problems that family can't solve, gaps that friends can't fill, situations that fate can't change, may be they are not even familiar with the existence of all these lessons, problems, gaps, situations. But only one supreme power is aware and has the might to do change them - You and You alone.