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Sometimes you ponder over such trivial issues and after a while you think what a weird thought it was! It happens frequently with me.
This time I was studying some algebraic equations with my bright table lamp ON, emanating white candescent light, with all the small tiny creatures girthing around the lamp. Miffed with all the complexities of finding the unknown with the rarest known values, I started pondering over the variable ‘x’ which one usually uses in solving equations.
Why does one uses an X so frequently and not any other variable? Its not a hard and fast rule to use ‘X’ to signify the unknown value but the stereotyped primary education always taught us to use an ‘X’ whenever we faced questions like ‘Ram bought a dozen apple for 24. How much does an apple cost’? In spite of inflation eating out the common mans budgeting plan and daily life , the NCERT books still show the price of a dozen apple to be 24. Guys! At least update the price to the latest trend so that the kids can feel inflation creeping our lives.

Anyhow, I was at ‘x’ and was thinking how many times it must have been used. I was thinking about the appearance of the alphabet and found it to be very artistic and beautiful. The other version using the curvaceous lines and not the jagged ones has symmetry and appeals soothingly to ones eye. Not that any other alphabet is asymmetrical (read ‘H’,’V’,’W’ for examples) but ‘X’ with its curves stands apart.

Mulling over such a trivial issue took me places in my thoughts. Soon I realized its time to stop. Sometimes thoughts give you such a weird feeling that you think Was that a thing to be thinked ? But thinking has no rules to follow. So you can literally stride your imagination to places. Weird or not – a thought is a thought.

Two faces of India

Recently I read a piece of news which was about the interiors

 of Rajasthan.A remote village, nowhere to be seen on the map,

was in the news because of the natives accustomed to age old 

tradition of 'satitva-test'. The news was shocking and depressing

 as the test was aimed to find whether a female is 

disloyal to her husband or not. 

Satitva being the true test of her being pristine, as all the villagers 

believed was practised by dipping the test-taker's hand in a bowl

 of hot boiling oil.If her hand gets burnt, she is not considered to 

be loyal. If it doesnt, she is loyal.Later disloyal female was beaten

black and blue by villagers by hot iron-rods and thenwas thorwn

at her doorsteps. The family later beat her up and left her stranded.

Reading the story left me shivered. Thinking about the plight of the

woman a feeling of distress and disturbance ran through me. It made 

me think whether we, as a country, are really progressing as a whole 

or is therea great void being created between the urban and rural India.

I think India currently has two faces. 

Customs and traditions are an integral part of indian culture but the 

traditions designed by the chauvinistic male society on thier terms 

and conditions and suited to their fantasies should be abolished 

and such acts need to be punished severily.

India is preogressing, prospering and growing. But is this the real growth. 

Growth has tobe uniform in a ll aspects. Growth is not only in financial 

position or production or education. Is the thinking process of the society 

actually growing? Are we thinking aboutthe upliftment of ideologies? 

These questions are, i think, tough nuts to crack and needs 

a deep thought and analysis.

I drive on a highway...

I drive on a highway...

I can keep on having a smooth ride ... 

But i wish to go through a tunnel...

A tunnel, am not sure of whether it has an opening on the other end ...

or rather I must say whether I am gonna find one...

But I still enter it in hope of finding one ...

Its dark out there and i can see nothing...

Though, Here and there,sometimes, I can see glimpses of striking light...

I run towards them, in hope of them being my torch-bearers...

But they are a momentary gasps of relief...

I feel If i would find the end within time...

Or would i succumb to the turbulence and turmoil...

A journey which i intended as a volition...

What if it becomes a consternation...

With every hope-ending I assure myself of a positive beginning...

I sometimes think whether am running away from facts which are happening...

I feel an urge to stop travel further and end it abruptly in the midddle...

Frustated, tired, exhausted ... but then i start it again...

In hope of finding the end I inhibit my negative emotions...

If i find the end ...will I be happy? 

Or would it be just a beginning of another tunnel ???