Mathematics and Me

Well what can I say... maths has been my companion for so many years now. I dont know whether I love him or hate him... but I know one thing for sure that he amuses me.

It all started with getting to know numbers in nursery class ... at that stage i used to equate numbers with number of candies i will get from my mom .. if i remember welll that parley kismis one ... and everything seemed to make sense and worked fine ... until one day when everything changed and whole thing stopped working

i was introduced to negative numbers (they are crap aren't they) ... and what the hell ... how on the world i could have had -ve number of cnadies ... i was very confused and my father came to my rescue ...

he told me to forget about candies (all fathers are like that) ... and start thinking of numbers in terms of money (yeah we all have to do when we grow up) ... now positive number was the money i was supposed to get from somebody and negative number was the money i was supposed to give to someone ... ok looked fine .. and i moved on from my candies

but soon my world was shaking again ... i was introduced to irrational numbers (yeah the name is quite appropriate) ... now my father didn't answer .. and my teachers ran away ..i mean what the hell ... how can u create a right angle trianngle and u can not write lenth of one of the side in terms of "numbers" ..

anyways soon i started believing in what they told me ... so when they said that pi is irrational eventhough its a ratio of circumference to diameter.. i was quiet .. i didn't utter a word when they introduced me to complex numbers ... i believed when they said there can be points which can be infintesimaly close and still be separate ... and here i am today "believing" in mathematics even though i stopped asking "stupid" questions a long while back

Wasted years

Lyrics
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
I'm travellin' on, far and wide
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but
someone else

I close my eyes, and think of home
Another city goes by in the night
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's
gone away
And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my
dying day

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for
those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years

Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Can't ease this pain, so easily
When you can't find the words to say it's hard to
make it through another day
And it makes me wanna cry and throw my
hands up to the sky

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for
those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years

[Solo]

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for
those wasted years
Face up... make your stand
And realise you're living in the golden years
[Repeat]

Tears

There are days
days when you just wake from wrong side of the bed
and then everything is solemn
wind blows and you dont notice it at all
u feel that u will just start to weep
but u dont
so the day remains blue
u lookout for your friends
with whom you can talk
but everyone seems to be busy
and everything seems to be gloomy
chances of you being happy are bleak
if they exist at all
but suddenly rain starts to fall
drops move along kissing your cheeks
and you start to feel the love
you start to feel
as if someone is talking to you
saying the side of the bed was not wrong
you just assumed it to be wrong

Still there

Stil hearing your voice calling me
Still see your eyes looking at me
I try to close my ears
I try to close my eyes
Still hearing your voice calling me
Still see your eyes looking at me
I look outside from my window
I try to eat my breakfast
Still hearing your voice calling me
Still see your eyes looking at me
I listen to my heart beats
I feel some of them missing in between
I try to hear your voice
I try to look into your eyes
I find my mising beats in your eyes
I can hear them calling me

Envy

I dont know why I have written this. I dont know what it means. I was just sitting near the sea in Mumbai and wrote whatever came to my mind.

Envy
i envy sea waves which strike those black stones
change their direction at their own will
i wish i were a part of them
enjoying the ride as it came
not thinking about the rights and wrongs
keeping myself away from shore of people
rising to another level in my dreamy nights
have a view of the moon like no one else does
kiss the winds blowing in the night
move deep down when i wanna be alone
come to shore when i see you
in state of envy though i may be
why there is a voice that is stopping me
taking me to a track i dont know whether i wanna go
i dont wanna think about
i look at those sea waves
wonder whether they can think
i envy them