Me & Mathematics....... A Break can really break u..

Just try to suppose that for sometime in your small lifetime you were very good at mathematics & you really wanted to study this subject. In short, you passionately loved this subject. You looked mathematics from nature's point of view, you tried to search for relevances & relations of this subject in everyday's life.

The time when you start looking your heart as a 2 X 2 matrix in which auricles containing pure blood have real entries & ventricles are with imaginary entries. You try to find the adjoint of this matrix but fail due to the singularity of the matrix. The time when you try to learn every vehicle's number given on its number plate and try to find out if the first two digits are divisible by the last two. I'm trying to remind you of that time when you could proudly say, Yes, I know this stuff. Knowingly or unknowingly, willingly or unwillingly, you come up with a pretty amateur decision that I gonna study this easy to go & damn damn interesting subject for the rest of my life.

God, the most lovely creation of mankind, blesses you with the best it can & gives you the opportunity to study this subject for the rest of your life.

Getting the blessings from God & having a wonderful opportunity to play with maths all of your life, you feel like Bruce of Bruce Almighty, like you've had Marijuana early in the morning or you are taking a drive on LSD, your all dreams answered and you on the top of the world. Now, you feel real mathematics but somehow you start getting irritated by it, when you find your heart beating sinusoidally with some regular frequency, your cylindrical spinal cord passing through the circular atlas bone & instructing your infinitely sided irregular 3D polygon i.e. your brain that Mathematics is the mother of all sciences, you think that enough is enough.... What am I gonna do if Maths is the mother of all sciences or some other damn subject....

So far, so good, but now you feel that for next 2 months, no maths, no sciences. Let me see the outside world, how do people talk, how do they work etc. & other censored questions. Two months elapse in a moment.... Break is over.. Maths stands in front of you, smiling & asking your attention but this happens the time when you were watching Troy, oh no..... You stand up, collect all the books of mathematics from your room and throw them out... The hands which once hailed calculus, today embarrassed it. Impossible was happening, you being aware of the happenings still were unmoved & kept on watching Achilles ravish troy... For once, you saw the semi-elliptical bow of paris, but then you wiped your eyes & called it just a bow... a sad day for mathematics lovers..

One day, my soul & your soul gets exchanged and me who was just a viewer of these observations, becomes the villain, the mighty villain who took over what you started and removed every print which could be speculated as a part of mathematics and then.............

I agree I did injustice to one of the mathematics lovers... I am guilty..... I regret....but now everytime I try to get back & howsoever hard I try, I am not able to retrieve my innocent pleasure of studying that versatile subject. Probably, I was wrong, I shudnt have taken that BREAK.....