So,.. back to writing/ typing after 4 long years. Why I didn't write for so long? Pfft! I wish I could explain. The simplest answer would be -"I was busy". Now you'll ask - "Busy with what?". Oh well, I am a bloody employee now. I can't risk my life an career by the usage of the word "slave" considering the fact that this isn't an anonymous account.
Good to be back though. So much has happened over 4 years. I met with a nasty accident a year ago which landed me in an ICU where I was admitted for 2 days. My car got destroyed twice which I happily replaced with a more expensive car. Fulfilled my dream of watching a WWE event close and live Oh! And I am a proud owner of an apartment! And then there are a lot of other incidents which can't really be made public. In public news, many prominent personalities died, laws changed, rules evolved, riots occurred... what has not changed, the basic essence of human being. But yes, evolution is happening with upgradation of new tools and machines.
Anyways. If I am here to talk about my life I might as well move to writing a book. Such is life. A complicated bitch. But it can also be pretty kick ass when there are no hindrances. Experiences end you being your biggest teacher in its raw form, biggest enemy in the form of memories and best friend in the form of future decisions.
The story is that of a boy who is say 11 years old (hereinafter called "the boy" and he is not Harry Potter). The boy loves going to school. He fell in love with the smell coming from his books, his friends, the activities. He was a little weak in maths. And he keeps making mistakes while solving his maths problems. Its not like he is deliberately making a mistake. He just cannot comprehend and understand the numbers. Its too complicated for him. His teacher asks him - "if others can do, why can't you solve the problems? Do you not have the common brains! I need to talk to you parents! Ask them to meet me tomorrow itself!". It was as if his parent's fault that he is not able to understand maths. His father asks him. - the other boy who lives there has scored more than you. Why can't you?".
The boy gets rapped on his knuckles for committing the same mistakes over and over again once by his teacher another by his dad. Its not like he wasn't trying! He was trying. Doing all that he possibly can to understand numbers. But he just can't. He even starts wondering whether he is mentally challenged. But no. He's doing decently in other subjects. And then the point comes where the boy gets so scared of knuckle raps that he doesn't even want to venture into anything that could risk getting knuckle raps. What happens? The boy loses interest in studies in maths altogether much less doing his homework. He wants to escape maths so that he doesn't get those knuckle raps. But maths just won't go away it will continue being a part of his life for some more time. His disinterest continued. Although what started off as a fear of knuckle raps, ended up being a permanent disinterest. But the boy will grow up. As what? He is not interested only time will tell... Maths did teach him lessons. All said and done, he still cant reconcile with Maths for all the damage the knuckle raps did on him.
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