Mathematics of
Beauty
by Amit
Parmessur
Mathematics
revision class had started. And it was very
boring too. Until I opened my book and saw her
angelic face. Our teacher on his part was
energetically and uselessly reminding us how to
solve a quadratic equation.
A sudden
thought.
What if I
become a quadratic equation? Yes, what if I
become a quadratic equation? Then she would be my
solution. And how do we prove that a solution is
unique? She is unique.
I began
turning the pages at random, forgetting the
teacher. Self-revision you know. Mapping and
Function. Interesting chapter. What if now I
transform myself into a mapping? Then she would
be my function. One that would map me onto
unlimited bliss. If only I were a domain and she
my co-domain.
I felt happy
and started dreaming. But my happy dream was
short-lived. “Can you my boy tell me what do
you understand by the domain of a function?”
asked the teacher who was surprisingly standing
beside me. I could not answer. Too difficult.
Back to
collective revision.
What is the
largest integer? Is there any limit? Can’t
we go beyond that limit point? What is a
sequence? Why do we usually say that a sequence
either converge or diverge? Boring questions? No.
Very boring.
And too many
questions at a time too. The chapter on integers.
How could I find all these answers when I only
knew that I would always converge to her, that I
would never diverge to other girls, that is, she
would be my eternal limit point. How could I find
these answers when my love for her was diverging
to infinity. And after all, all answers have
questions, but all questions do not have answers.
“The
following two chapters are of great importance,”
the teacher then said with vigour. About
Differentiation and Integration I could only
remember that the beauty of a girl and her
simplicity differentiated her from the other
girls. And if she would only accept to integrate
my life I would be the happiest person in class,
on earth. About Complex Numbers, that chapter was
too complex for me. Similarly, life without her,
too complex.
Another boring
chapter. Circular Measure. I held my head and
closed my eyes, asking myself whether she would
be able to measure the magnitude of my love for
her. And finally, Co-ordinates Geometry. One of
the chapters I disliked the most. As you must be
knowing, we have to compute the magnitude of the
distance between two co-ordinates.
The formula to
be used was undeniably too complex for me.
Instead, I could only pray that the distance
between my beautiful angel and I would converge
to zero. Complex and converge again. Mixture of
chapters and confusion already, as you can see.
I closed my
eyes. To hell with revision. Both collective and
self. Let the examination come. After all all
answers have questions, but all questions do not
have answers. I resumed dreaming.
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