Holified!

The scene begins with the tramps of about a dozen pairs of feet disturbing the silence of the surroundings. The noisy crescendo becoming louder and audible every next second. The haste of these legs lies in getting hold of a lone runner, who prevails at a distance of a few yards and is vying venomously to somehow conquer back his speed demon, commonly called a bike; parked a few more yards away.

Phew! I hope that you are not mistaken into taking this situation as a shot for an upcoming action flick or merely an advertisement, broadcasting the launch of a new range of footwear, for this is a tale….truly un-commercial, truly humane!

The above mentioned scenario has evolved over the past years of my life, with me going great guns for the fugitive flight every time on being chased by the mob of my mates, to escape a colorful splash. A boyous-bicycle having supports on either side being replaced by a better and a blazing bike; the cargo half-pants giving way to long, lanky denims; the small and slow steps turning into bigger and faster strides and my once meager momentum attaining a massive might- things, events and incidents seem to have changed, except my fear of being painted red and blue, for every year, I re-do the running rampage in one form or the other!

Though I love adorning my canvas with (mostly my course notebooks) with colors and caricatures, but I generally don’t prefer them to be smeared all over me. The mystery behind this behavior, alien to most of the masses, including me, still stands unfolded.

To thousands, the Gulaal may enthrall, but it’s really not my size of ball! The fear of being rendered colorful grips me and scares me to death. Comes the day of demise and my room is re-born as a military base, with latches, locks and keys serving as the barricades. I dare not to step out of the talismanic boundary, no matter who’s who is banging from the other side of the Line Of Control.

The mere sight of the people, garnished with somewhat Rainbow colors (which could easily beat the loudest of the make-ups of a winner of a beauty pageant),honking out loud on their gas-guzzlers, sends a shriek up my sleeves. The survival on such a day seems so scarce. And if you have a pack of rowdy friends at your disposal, then finding a silver lining among the colored clouds is as possible as Newton’s laws of motion going wrong, and that too in an inertial frame! Moreover, I’ve been a witness to many victims falling a prey to conflagring yellows, raging reds, solitary whites, oceanic blues and haunting blacks, and mind you, these are the memories which I won’t like to remember for long.

Nonetheless, the reasons for this allergy could be dated out to my inherent instincts of losing the fairness and pureness of the skin or to me being an introvert (one of the rare and precious benefits of being one). Going organic all the way may be sufficient for the former, but my success rate against the latter seems to be bleak and barred. This might eat up a bunch of years of my life, or even more. I may have to be on the less populated side of the bifurcation for some more time.

Till then, my fear, frivolous to many continues….         

X-ed!

The evil of every equation, the genesis of utter confusion…. Numerous neurons of mine collapse, the moment I encounter Mr. X!

A myth, a miracle, an oracle or someone cynical! No, no! He’s just Mr. X- the one who rules both the worlds, be it a real or a complex and the one who binds together the whole lot of insane integers, furious fractions, raucous rationals, irritating irrationals and slumberly surds! Surviving many a operations under the dreaded differentiators and intense integrators, Mr. X has emerged unharmed and unfazed over the decades, in fact over the centuries!

Not an alien to the students of this era of mind, misery and mathematics, the so called variable X, after engulfing the entire algebraic arena, before extending its devouring kills to the physical, chemical and biological realms up to an astonishing stature, has left the Earth guessing. What could be the next prey of this predator, signifying death to an intellectual and deletion to a geek? Not the literature please!

Grammatically speaking, I fail to understand, if this mathematical wonder falls into the category of a noun, a pronoun, a verb or an adjective, for starting from the age of Suresh, going through the profits and deficits of a company and ending at the grand totals and percentages of the students of a hypothetical institute; every think-able thing, feel-able feeling and ponder-able prose could be tagged with this single alphabet! It’s a one-man army in itself.

Moreover, it looks so weird to call X, a dependant, even though the equation solely depends on it. And if you’re not down with that, meet the proud progeny of Mr. X, the coveted X_i’s  (i=1,2,3,….,n :p), amplifying the already endless empire of their progenitor.

An interesting incident often encountered is the effervescence of a different Mr. X each time, the case of getting entirely different solutions, while solving the same problem again or a mismatch in the results of two students tackling the same problem. Certainly, Mr. X changes his skins just too fast as a fiddle!

With my malicious memories of unwanted and unconscious errors I committed while analyzing Mr. X notwithstanding, I could no longer epitomize this baffling battalion. But, I am sure that you could now at least get a glimpse of this creature causing carnage!

A V-Day special!

True Love in a Nutshell

Finding happiness in each other's joy,
Never letting petty things make you annoy;
Listening to the heart before one utters a word,
Spending time together, far from a noisy world;
Offering a help without being asked,
Speaking out yourself without being masked;
Ready to bear for your loved one, any loss,
And being always there to embrace the cross;
Living a life,belonging to your loved one, more than you;
This is true love for you!

Singles, need not worry!

Looking at the graceful couples,
Sitting under the shady maples;
He misses someone dear,
Then screams out loud and clear:
When do I get my part!
When do I find a way into someone's heart!
Engulfed by the killing solidarity,
Finds himself deep in a scary cavity!
Loses the love for life,
Puts his golden days under the knife!

But wait, O my brother!
Don't let the dust of gloom on you smother!
Someday, you'll find your match,
Someday, you'll make the big scratch!
Any moment, the dark clouds may make way,
Lobbying out for a bright day;
The winds of change will blow,
Ecstasy in your life will soon flow.
Having patience is the key,
You'll find the treasure buried in the sea;
God must have chosen for you the one,
Whom you could truly call your loved one!

A Secret Admirer!

Every step I take, she's on my mind,
More than love, I respect her for her acts so kind.
Re-kindles the flame in me, when it's about to die,
She's always there when I am about to cry;
In spending time with her, I feel pleasure,
Unfailed,she's in my pain,but never in my leisure;
I forget my worries when she's around,
Skim over the clouds, not just walk on the ground;
A feeling so divine,so Godly creeps in me,
Get a purpose, find my life serious to be;
Never expressed, how my heart feels for her,
How it beats for her!
Maybe, I am happy being her secret admirer!