MATH(MARES) AND ME
Mathematics. Perhaps because of the way it sounds (so forbidding and unfriendly), the subject and I never quite got along. In our 14 year long relationship there were a lot of if's, but's and tears. To say I had a mental block would have been an understatement. I took great and if you may , even tons and tons of perverse pleasure in talking about it with fellow friends who like me had an active dislike for the subject called Maths. When the final exams arrived there would be a great celebration at home when Math exam got over. Math over. Exam over.
The trauma could finally end for me and for my hapless parents (yeah both my mom and my dad) who spent every evening trying to get me to understand concepts. And I must say my cranium and the contents inside put up quite the fight.
As the years progressed and the sums got tougher .My parents washed off their hands and said that it was time for non-interference on their part and that maybe (HOPEFULLY) it would be better if I tried learning on my own and that they would not mind my marks and would be proud of my efforts at the end of the day. And I must mention that they put up with my atrocious marks quite stoically. Many a times I wondered if our 'irreconciliable differences' ( Math & me) would mean a complete disintegration of our shaky relationship.
And then came a year..a very wonderful year where we worked together. The 10th grade when I finally realized that we could after all be friends and perhaps develop a fruitful partnership. And for the first time , the first EVER time, I began to look forward to a Maths exam. I relished the sums and finally could finish a problem without too many scratches and cuts. Even the answers left mid way indicated that at least some part of my brain could think analytically. And for a girl who scored spectacularly in the theory part of Olympiads , but also held the distinction of getting a big beautiful zero in 'logical reasoning' that was a big deal.
So it is with mixed feelings and great trepidation that I shift to state board after a decade long stay in good old CBSE. People put in heavenly ideas like 'easy portions' 'no outside questions in Maths' 'no need to rack your brains' .
And I gleefully thought Yay! no more Mathmares for ME! But (yet another but) someone forgot to mention that Mathematics whether in CBSE , Matriculation or State board is Math never the less. And that they still involve numbers, equations and formulae
My inability with numbers spills over to other allied subjects- Physics and chemistry...not that I was any good with Biology ( My only shining moments were with the languages).Two years zoom past and History repeats itself yet again. I would have loved to elaborate how, but at the moment the wounds of the 12th (yes even this one)Math board exam debacle is very much fresh in my memory. So I will not go into the details. Needless to say I have finally made peace with my fate. Though a divorce right now seems likely I'm looking forward to an amicable split where we remain friends. After all 14 years is a long time and no subject has had the privilege of forming such a deep (even if meaningless) relationship with me.
And so now I bid goodbye to my Math mares and look forward to my new ( and hopefully brighter) future in the Arts stream where I'm in my element and can finally be at peace.
Here's to HAPPINESS *clink*