That day my brother asked me to help him in one of the problems he had come across while practicing a subject with which I had a really messed up realtionship, a subject which torments the souls of many students in their teenage when as it is they are struggling to keep their mind focused in textbooks. MATHS.
Just hearing its name makes students shiver, quiver and sweat. The landmark of those two mathematical digits "33" seems an impossible task no matter how much you help that guy teaching you maths get rich or the number of registers you fill.
So to help him (my brother) I took out my math textbook- not the slim CBSE one but the big fat volume which had promissed me dizzingly high board exam scores which remainend as colossal a dream as it were at that point when I purchased. So while leafing through its yellowed pages I was struck by two things-one, my sexy handwriting which was still the same and two, the number of times I had been placed in position of Sherlock Holmes and given the task to track down the absconding and elusive "X". W.ell i hope you all remember our freind x- the curious creature with such an amzing terrible sense of direction and memory that it kept getting lost or forgetting who it was.
In algebra it was practically everywhere, philosphically wondering about its purpose in life while being jostled by an army of numbers and mathematical characters stolen from either Latin or Greek. Occasionally we would find it making love with a questionable bunch of characters which were equally directionless and were suspected of blowing our pocket money in junk food-namely, w, y or z.
Looking back I realise that maths was however the most fruitful of all periods in the school. This was a period which I could bunk without giving any second thought because both me and my teacher knew the actual output fof me outside the class would be much more than what i could get inside it. It was also the subject whose notebooks could be totally used for rough work and for the artistic talent inside me finding time and space for coming out. The most important use of this period was that of doing pending work of other subjects or eating your pals lunch or settling previous dues by fighting or abusing without compromising on the volume or the the level of curse (well i prefer calling them phrase enhancers). Ha, all these things with just one compromise-33 marks. Fair deal i think.
But the best part for me was that I did not even have compromise on the 33 marks as well. How, well that's because I was fortunate enough to have the company of intelligent buddies during exam time and a careless examiner. The careless examiner helped me as he/she gave me marks for the same question twice if I did it twice. So, luckily everytime I managed to get rid of the word FAIL imprinted on the report card against the subject which I barely studied.
P.S.- The tools used above by me are non- fictional btut its advisable to use them only after having an in depth knowledge of the IQ of ur teacher and more importantly only if you are a failure. The use of it jn any other circumstance may have catastrophic aftermaths.
Just hearing its name makes students shiver, quiver and sweat. The landmark of those two mathematical digits "33" seems an impossible task no matter how much you help that guy teaching you maths get rich or the number of registers you fill.
So to help him (my brother) I took out my math textbook- not the slim CBSE one but the big fat volume which had promissed me dizzingly high board exam scores which remainend as colossal a dream as it were at that point when I purchased. So while leafing through its yellowed pages I was struck by two things-one, my sexy handwriting which was still the same and two, the number of times I had been placed in position of Sherlock Holmes and given the task to track down the absconding and elusive "X". W.ell i hope you all remember our freind x- the curious creature with such an amzing terrible sense of direction and memory that it kept getting lost or forgetting who it was.
In algebra it was practically everywhere, philosphically wondering about its purpose in life while being jostled by an army of numbers and mathematical characters stolen from either Latin or Greek. Occasionally we would find it making love with a questionable bunch of characters which were equally directionless and were suspected of blowing our pocket money in junk food-namely, w, y or z.
Looking back I realise that maths was however the most fruitful of all periods in the school. This was a period which I could bunk without giving any second thought because both me and my teacher knew the actual output fof me outside the class would be much more than what i could get inside it. It was also the subject whose notebooks could be totally used for rough work and for the artistic talent inside me finding time and space for coming out. The most important use of this period was that of doing pending work of other subjects or eating your pals lunch or settling previous dues by fighting or abusing without compromising on the volume or the the level of curse (well i prefer calling them phrase enhancers). Ha, all these things with just one compromise-33 marks. Fair deal i think.
But the best part for me was that I did not even have compromise on the 33 marks as well. How, well that's because I was fortunate enough to have the company of intelligent buddies during exam time and a careless examiner. The careless examiner helped me as he/she gave me marks for the same question twice if I did it twice. So, luckily everytime I managed to get rid of the word FAIL imprinted on the report card against the subject which I barely studied.
P.S.- The tools used above by me are non- fictional btut its advisable to use them only after having an in depth knowledge of the IQ of ur teacher and more importantly only if you are a failure. The use of it jn any other circumstance may have catastrophic aftermaths.