In retrospect,
in elementary school, numbers and simple operations made mathematics my favourite
subject because the basic concepts weren’t hard. The subject appeared charming.
But the charm was short-lived and couldn’t enchant me more. The ascension in
standard soon broke the spell; addition of strange algebras and complex
equations made me a bad magician – making me unable to perform arithmetic tricks
and ripping away the enthusiasm once the subject gave me. Even calculator
proved it’s a fair weather friend, giving inaccurate answers and being inefficient. In
fury, I smashed one, unable to tolerate its disloyalty.

A fair weather friend |

Left alone,
I was compelled to take up Bio-science in my intermediate. However, it still didn’t
leave me alone for I could sense its faint smell in chemistry and physics. Perhaps,
it meant to cross my path again for it made its comeback in my current bachelor
course. Only it hasn’t brought the long lost enthusiasm along with. And without
this essential equipment, going along with maths is a tough journey. It's mandatory for me. Seeking or compelling interest is an only alternative left.

Luckily, I found
an inspiration – a poem from the movie, Harold and Kumar: Escape from
Guantanamo Bay. You may like it too.

**“The Square Root of Three”**( A poem of Love )

*I fear that I will always be*

*A lonely number like root three.*

*A three is all that’s good and right*

*Why must my three keep out of sight*

*Beneath a vicious square-root sign?*

*I wish instead I were a nine*

*For nine could thwart this evil trick*

*With just some quick arithmetic.*

*I know I’ll never see the sun*

*As 1.7321*

*Such is my reality*

*A sad irrationality*

*When, hark, just what is this I see?*

*Another square root of three*

*Has quietly come waltzing by*

*Together now we multiply*

*To form a number we prefer*

*Rejoicing as an integer;*

*We break free from our mortal bonds*

*And with a wave of magic wands*

*Our square-root signs become unglued*

*And love for me has been renewed.*

I never
knew the wonders of mathematics can be woven into a beautiful poetry. Love the
poem. Math is really a subject magical and wonderful, isn’t it. ;-)

Sonam, this is such a great post. Many of us shy away from mathematics. Lately though it has asserted itself into my daily life. It's made me overcome my math fears. I've never read a poem centered around mathematical concepts. You're right, it is beautiful and makes math and numbers seem magical & wonderful! Thanks for this thoughtful post and for sharing about your passion and interests in math.

ReplyDeleteNice poem! Math can be quite challenging, especially when you're doing complex calculus problems!

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