Aryabhatta asks

Dancing Triangles 

What happened to the good old isosceles triangle, scalene and  equilateral triangle? And since when did the sides of a triangle turn into sine and cos? 

I look around and I can see these huge equations dancing around, in a movie that would be how you interpret a genius mind, in real life, for me it's just pointless 3 letter words that is guaranteed to ruin my mood.  I'm just looking right through it all, I don't get how I would need to find out the tangent of the fish I'm going to buy. Yes, it's probably why we have advanced so much. But leave trigonometry to the people who actually want to learn it. 

Every line in every solution of every equation has a different approach,it's either you're some abnormal human being or it's luck. There is no LOGIC in trigonometry. 

This is trigonometry for me:

To get the number of leaves on the tree outside my house, first you have to multiply the number of ribs of all the cats together then multiply it by the number of Overly Attached girlfriend memes on Facebook. Divide the total and now you will know how many people like the Garfield movie. ( cats * memes = grumpy cat = Garfield) Then add the population of Slovakia. Then you get the fraction which should be added to the aquariums in Uganda and finally you get the number of fruits in the stall near my aunts house in Texas, multiply by the distance between the two places and get into her house. Go to her phone, dial my number and ask me to study instead of checking how many leaves I have on my tree. 

Namaste. 

Rainy Days

The south west monsoon is here, and this time it is much awaited. After the smoldering heat that nearly killed us all, here comes the showers of blessings! Or at least it was a blessing till the clouds thought it was too cool, started showing off and thus becoming a big issue for those at Uttarkhand. (As you read this, please pray for those whose lives have been brutally destroyed thanks to these showers)

The monsoons this year have really come by force, we had a week off at school thanks to the damage it caused all around. Almost everyday we sit in front of the news as though it is some extremely interesting show with a really good suspense and everyone is looking forward into knowing who actually stole the ring. But nope, it's just the same old NDTV, and we look at the really fast moving news that they show at the bottom hoping to see Cochin in the group of jurisdictions which have a day off. That was how it is for us, we make bets and gamble on the next day, we predict the rain forecast and pretend like we are real meteorologists. At the end, I think we all shall make really good weather people. The rain battered down on the roofs and window panes drumming a violent yet soothing rhythm. Some people curled up in a ball with a book and a cup of something hot, some played games of football drenched and dirty, some cursed the rain for their fevers and diseases and some hoped that the sun would somehow show it's face because all this water is just too overwhelming. And I'm somehow all of it.

I am lying down on the bed because I have got fever (thanks to the rain) because I played in the mucky slushy place (thanks to the rain), which is why I'm cozy and comfortably cold (thanks to the rain) and I somehow wish that I would stop being so lazy (thanks to the rain).

Nothing would suffice the feeling of having nice hot Maggi noodles and listening to the heavy downpour. Along with the continuous battering of the raindrops, there are some distinct ones which are heard because some hipster raindrops decide to feel up the trees then splash to the ground. That's rain for you. The perfect time to go for an adrenaline pumping fast drive with some close friends or maybe lightning photography. Surpringly, I haven't seen any thunderstorms. It's just rain, rain and more rain, none of it's scary counterparts this time

Two months back, I would do anything to live the moment I'm at. And now, I am desperate to see sweat drip down my forehead and complain about the scorching heat. I guess that's how I am, or how everyone is, never happy with what we have. If there was complete satisfaction, then I guess we would have been content with life and that means we wouldn't be yearning for more. If no more striving happens, then no more development. Well well well, what do you know, turns out even this hole in our heart that can never be filled also known as greed and desire has its good sides.

Udagamandalam-ness

I'm en-route to Ooty, in my uncle's tempo traveller. Continuous chatter overpowers the song playing in my ears. Little kids cry, laugh and have a jolly good time towards the back. Little laser dots are dancing without music in and around the van. The engine's slow and monotonous hum just stays. People talk about food, which makes my stomach rumble reminding me that its time for another refill of yummy goodness.  It's a family holiday we stayed our night at Wayanad, played countless rounds of UNO and almost every time my 8 year old cousin beat me. I've got a week before I go back to textbooks, hostel, hag wardens and fun with my friends. This summer, was the least eventful. I stayed at home and did what I do best, use the laptop. 10th grade starts and I'm least bit excited. I know how the teachers are gonna tell us we're big kids and la la la. But hey, if you considered us kids last year we're still the same. One year doesn't move mountains. My mum is beside me and she's reading this, which is why I should tell her that I love her. My little cousin cries, music is on and there's murmurs all around. But I'm just enjoying Keith Urban and the scenery outside. 
The Ooty Aroma

You enter Ooty after all those dizzying hairpin bends and the first thing that hits you is the horse dung aroma. Well, obviously if there are more horses than humans, it's sure to overpower the Tamil-ness smell of this place. After that, rows rows and rows of a gazillion eucalyptus trees come in view. And that's pretty much all you see for a long time. That's the best part about Ooty. It refreshes you, clears off that stuffy nose, wakes up the senses and you just tend to INHAAAAAAAALLEEEE, the eucalyptus trees. I love them, they've been around to welcome me every time I've ever visited this popular hill station. 

They must have witnessed many accidents, many serendipitous moments and they're used to bikes and cars zooming past them. They too must have heard ghost tales, they too would have had people etching in their initials, they too were a part of some love story. And yet they remain, so quite and still, watching the world revolve, evolve and change. They don't complain, they don't crib. They are trees and they are the real children of Mother Nature, intact they're Mother Nature herself. 

A beautiful art we call blogging.

Blogging has always been a passion, it's probably not something that cool kids do or whatever. Its not some author's work nor is it a benefactor's work. You can be a philanthropist if you donate. But you're just a person of more words than the action can handle if you blog. But there's not even a single reason why you should give an iota of botheration to these kind of people. 

Aboveboard, all you bloggers out there will understand. It brings in a sense of heartsease, specially when you're stressed and you just need to let it go.

For many, blogging is a hobby. And for me, the Word Document open in front of me just waiting to be etched and decorated with many words that come in together to form sentences of meaning. I don't stop to think or use the backspace key to delete a sentence that I typed in. Because I just let it all flow, all I think about is the next word to put in. It's the same for many bloggers, you tend to forget everything else, it's just you and a screen filled with beautifully interpreted words which seek understanding from those who read it. And through blogger you enter a public domain with people of varied writing genres and views. Certain write about horses, some about their family, some speak about issues and some are just mixed. 

That's the beauty of blogging. It's versatile and different. It speaks volumes and expresses many things. 

Cheers to all the bloggers out there!

Nomophobia.

Nomophobia isn't some big scary phobia threatening to put your life in danger, but many teenagers now might think of it as so. Nomophobia isn't some scientific word that was derived from Latin, Greek and Roman, it simply means No-mobile-phobia. But that's the latest phobia affecting the life of many "screenagers", including myself. Infact, I just checked my phone twice during the short period of typing this out hoping for some BBM, Whatsapp or text.
I was looking through Twitter last night, when I read this fact saying that the first symptom according to scientists of Smartphone addiction is the feeling of getting a text even though you didn't.  I remember having that feeling many a times, that's when I realized I am an addict. This morning,I was with my family but when everyone spoke I just sat there, staring into this little black box with a small screen typing away to glory. For everyone else, it's just a phone but for me it's where my whole life is. I get an uncomfortable feeling when someone else has my phone, and I just like everyone else I have locked my phone from prying eyes.
That's the story of every cellphone addict, I don't like it. I know that it's antisocial and crappy for everyone else. But for us, it's where we belong or so they say. You become distant, you hardly listen to anything and you rather stay up late looking through your phone than stay up late talking to your family. It's dangerous you sort of miss what's happening around you. Smartphone addiction has almost the same withdrawal symptoms as drug addiction. That's scary. So just look away from your phone for a second, and grasp your surroundings. Keep your phone away for a while and don't carry it around always. Speak to everyone around you and you'll reconnect. Find a distraction like reading and you've curbed your cellphone addiction.
Everyone will see the change and everyone will respect you for not being like the normal addicted teenagers.
Cheers and be happy. :)

My friend, the Spider.

I am just kidding I don't have a friend who is a spider nor am I even faintly acquainted with spiderman. Although I really long for a comrade who can spit web out through his veins, I've not even watched Amazing Spiderman, too mainstream I think. So I was just lying down on the lazy boy when I see it. A hairy brown small fairly plump thing stealthily descending from my roof. No, it's not Cee Lo Green being a ninja. It was a Lycosidae. Commonly known as the wolf spider, it's known for creeping the hell out of arachnophobics, such as myself. I jump on to the La-Z-Boy, my brain tells me that it's surely gonna come for me. As I trip, fall, run even faster around the house in hysterics with my hands waving madly just waiting for someone to kill it, and watch it retract those 8 hairy limbs in a final shrivel. That's when my uncle told me,I've been  living in this house for the past 32 years I have never seen anyone bitten by a spider. I thought about it, and he was right! But that doesn't mean no one has not been bitten, if you get what I mean. So why take the risk? 

That's when I was looking through this fun science fact website thingy when I saw the cutest spiders. Yeah, I just said that, cute spiders. Hey, they might be hairy, but they're still extremely cute. That's when I thought about it, the spider world would be such a peaceful place to abide in if they could speak. I mean, all misunderstandings shall be solved. Meanie spiders just can be squashed under newspapers, the nice ones can be allowed to live in peace. If the spider I saw could talk, there could be ways in which my encounter could've ended.

Case I:

Spidey: Hey, ssup?

Me: *on the laptop* Meh, just blogging, you?

Spidey: Naw, I'm just hanging 'bout. Hey, d'you mind if I could like eat that wasp that's contemplating mass destruction?

Me: Uh, sure dude. 

Spidey: Thanks man. 

Me: Anytime! *continues with work*

Thus, we both live happy lives.

Case II:

Spidey: BOOOOO. I eat you.

Me: *looks, stares, screams*

Spidey: I destroy your life.

Me: *uncle enters* *SPLAT*

Thus, I (well, not really me) saved the spider world from an evil man, now they shall worship me by spinning a 3D model in silk. :)

Case III:

Spidey: brgrgbrgrbrgrbrgrbgbrtgbrgbrrgbggg

Me: SSAPPENING? 

Spidey: brrrgeujwhf,ewngb,

Me: K.

Thus, we shall be all screwed if they don't speak what we speak.

P.S: I have proved my point. Cute spiders, they're cute. See for yourself!

Tweehee. 

The Word Of The Day - Freaken

I was talking to this friend of mine, well obviously you talk to your friends. I was in a bit of a dudgeon the other day, when he took the liberty of trying to cheer me up. We spoke about a whole lot of random stuff, the topic train went in a crazy route, en route we spoke about the latest mall in our city, it's apparently the biggest mall in South India. The place is packed! Because well it's "ignorance" if you don't go there when it's in your city and there are people taking buses and coming from far off places like it's some pilgrimage. And through all this is the first time I heard it, FREAKEN pronounced as "Free-Ken" is our word that refers to them cool guys who think abuse of hair gel is hot.Shadiness; that's just one of their traits.

Freakens, I'm pretty sure you would have obviously seen one and you would have taken a second glance at them. It's impossible to miss the skin tight tee shirts on the skinny bodies along with coloured pants that are outrageously PINK or PURPLE. Looking further down, the feet are clad with Nike or DC rip offs that totally contrast the rest of the outfit or even flip flops "Reedock" or "Tonny Hilfiger". Finally you look up to the fatuous face that thought he could actually pull this off. And there you see it, resting on the bride of the nose and extending to the faces beholds silver "cooling glass" (shades). Yes, it's 18 hours into the day, yet the sun's not set in their heads. Yes, you're indoors but then the sun's rays that leak through the Vesnetian blinds can totally ruin your eyesight, or is it because the rain can get into your eyes if you don't wear "cooling glass". Beauty thy behold, from afar. I could stop and stare forever at a gang of such, how amusing they are. But what ticks me off is when the catcalls start. Dudes, you people shall never ever ever know what my "good name plis" is. I don't understand how you could possibly dress that way and not laugh at yourself. I would, if I ever was to. I don't get how anybody would let you walk out of your room like that. But then, everyone has their styles I'm just expressing my disgust to a certain type. 

So remember, next time you see a person who is too cool for his own skin don't forget to mentally note him as a freaken. Freakens forever and ever.

To conclude I shall quote a very long paragraph a friend said "They think they are so cool with their coconut oil and hair gel mixture with whatever is in their hair, with the absurdest hairstyles. They drive around town like it's the Grand Prix. They wear all sorts of 'legit' shoes, pants so tight they can barely walk and finally having 3 different mobile phones to be the 'person of the area'. Acting tough in front of the cops and breaking down when they realise they're just hopeless and miserable."

Thanks for that Josh!