Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Math or Myth! - From the book "The Adventures of GOMS"

Next day when I found myself awake, I was in classroom.

“Boys, wake up! Be ready and collect your papers.” Ma’am yelled like she was offering candies one free with other.

“What the hell is this, Gadu?” I questioned with anger. “Come on the Earth, you stupid, it’s a math test today.” Gadu said me with a face of the pleasant man in the world just because it was his cup of tea – the Math. “Can not you break the news in time, you freaky fat?” I shouted on him, knowing even if it would have been then I would not have scored like Sachin does in cricket.

If I can count, I can count runs and not figures.

Mathematics! The name itself was heavy enough for me. Calculus, Trigonometry, divisions and what other craps not! Gadu, I don’t know how, but was a champ in math. How the hell that knowledge came in that fat little stomach, only he knows! I actually could not interpret the formulas and the terminology in math. It always sounded a mystery for me. If Ramanujan was alive at my schooling time, perhaps he would have thrown me out of the window.

“At least hold your paper correctly,” Ma’am served the papers with the footnote. One thing was lucky for me that Gadu was very nearer to me so that I can facsimile a little but he and his speed was so fast, like a Bombay train. I couldn’t even answer all questions. I was not afraid of failing in exam but more afraid of strikes that ma’am will make on my palm with her stick.

I was poor in math not just because I could not understand it all time but also I painted some or the other day in math class seating at last bench. How can I stop imagine and throw away my thought by not putting it on paper? I should rather indulge me in painting than solving math problems. I made cartoons of all teachers I hated the most in my schools and unknowingly I became master in sketching. Being Individual was more important for me - the massage what my Grandfather taught me.


“Oops! Forget it Goms, even if you will fail, will fail after two days when result will be announced. Why to worry now?” As if it won’t be a failure at all! But the thought seriously took my tension off. I nudged Gadu’s leg with my leg and warned him to news me in advance if it again happens! Suddenly bell rang for the recess and we came out.

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