The story of Pi Take any circle, measure its circumference and its diameter. The ratio of these two numbers is a mathematical constant we call pi. while this definition is simple pi has been studied for thousands of years and History of our understanding not just of the value of pi. But also, what it means forms a history of all of mathematics it takes us from the Middle East to Europe to China to India and even America. It's a history, which involves revolutions murder and the infinite. Math is as old as civilization older even. There's evidence of counting going back thirty thousand years and two of the very earliest civilizations the ancient Egyptians and Babylonians both investigated pi around 4000 years ago the Babylonians estimated PI to be 3 and 1/8. Remember that the first few digits of pi are 3.1415926. There are more, that means that the Babylonian estimate of Pi is accurate to 1% of its true value. Which is kind of astonishing when you remember that thi...
It is another night; I am sitting on my couch with my laptop on my lap. My phone is a little away on which Retro Hindi songs are playing. Its mesmerising and making a vintage atmosphere around. Its winter and cold has engulfed my home village from all around. Cold chills blow and make bones shake. The chirping of birds outside and the voices and playing of animals have disappeared. I sit in my room, making myself totally comfortable with evergreen music of old Bollywood, the melodious voices of Muhammad Rafi, Kishore Kumar, Hemant Kumar and Jagjit Singh are like medicine to my soul and act as great stress relievers. I look in the mirror and try to set my hair and ignore my acne. I select this type writer font on my laptop and begin to write. It might look a bit odd for my taste of music being this old and the type-writer font and the cosy atmosphere I try to create. You won’t be wrong to call me a classic. My taste of music actually, is a bit odd itself as one hand I love Metal rock and hip hop while on the other I also love classic retro music. But I guess that is the idea of modernisation, embracing one’s self and acknowledging all tastes and types. Not taking too much time whining about my music taste and talking about modernisation, it’s too cliché anyways. I also do not know why I am trying to create this whole imagery in your mind, maybe for making this interesting. Anyways let’s talk real stuff now.
This year altogether has been quite intimidating and interesting and fruitful and unfruitful and what not. Though I absolutely agree that this year was not quite amazing academically for me. I did not study all syllabus thoroughly so I am going to have to complete it later. I am writing this on 24th December 2021, it’s the Christmas eve. Merry Christmas mates, though I don’t get the point of a celebrating a dead man’s birthday for the 2000th time, shouldn’t Muslims be doing that? But if it gives people reason to be happy and meet their families and share and make memories, then it is absolutely okay and all the more reason to start and celebrate more dead people’s birthdays, especially ones with ‘turning-water-to-wine ‘powers.
The winter is quite deep now and it will probably snow on Christmas. The weather fits my mood in a sense and yet it does not in another. I have been reading, The God Delusion by Richard Dawkins. Let me tell you, what an amazing book from an exceptional writer. This book will provide you with all the blasphemy you require and help open up your mind and hit just, just the part of your brain where you have been putting all your religious chaos. It really feels liberating. Though I have long ago decided to put religion and prejudices behind, I occasionally do wonder, can we really free ourselves from prejudices? Well, now that makes a good topic for yet another blog. As much as try to write and contain the feelings and thoughts of this frenzied mind of mine, boy oh boy, you I just can’t sort it all. I don’t really have to. I have been occupied with my exams lately, now I am just loving the process. I have been experiencing hell lot of stress and if anything, I have realised that you just have to keep working and it all eventually does works out. This blog is now turning to a point where I start a bit of a story time and bore you (yes, I know, because I even bore myself with it). But this time I am going to try my best not to. Okay let’s begin.
I have been the most confusing person I have known on the surface of earth. I develop interest in a huge pool, from the most trivial of things to the most wrong of people. But it is always worthy. When you explore anything, literally anything in the world, you find it steadily more interesting until you don’t.
I am in 11th standard presently, moving to 12th in a month probably. And as someone said to me and I quote, “The period around 12th is really shit.” It is the time when you have to figure out what you want to do with your life and coming from an middle-class Indian family, let me bring forth to your consideration mate, you don’t get a lot of options. I seriously mean that. Either you choose Non-Medical (PCM) or you choose medical (PCB) as your main academic fields. I don’t think we have explored subjects enough to choose a career all of a sudden. I am asserting the word career here because choosing subjects is like choosing careers in this part of the world, if you choose medical, you have got to become a doctor, everything else is just ‘plan B’ and you would never be really satisfied with yourself if you did not become a doctor no matter how good profession you might be perusing. In contrast if you choose non-Med, you have got to crack JEE and become and engineer. Even if you crack the exam, you might not be satisfied if you didn’t get the desired field. I am not arguing that engineer can’t be a lot of things ranging from selling tea to becoming the Prime Minister. But I think it is really not so sorted in a lot of students’ minds. I am no different. It is probably the reason why I haven’t been really honest with my studies. But I am smart, I always try to put myself in conditions where I try to make all things I do more of choices and less of mistakes but sooner of later, one way or other, I have to acknowledge the mistakes and learn and grow. It all comes down to experience in the end. And experience does make a lot of difference. It is the SOP of learning and growing in human nature.
In 11th I took PCM as my main subjects and also continued to study biology after being insisted enough by my parents and people around. Though I wasn’t happy with the decision in the beginning but it turned out to be great in the end. I am thankful to my aunt who insisted on it. I was in complete and total crisis throughout the year, wasted a lot of time. I made the choice because I was really interested in physics, especially the theoretical part. But eventually my interest in physics didn’t prevail that much. Because during the class all you do is mathematics and focus completely on solving as much questions and do not really appreciate the concepts and beauty of the very subject. Though my love and respect for physics and mathematics has not reduced a bit. I now think it is about time for me to start something new. My interest has been leaning towards medical sciences more, watching the doctors work as heroes during the pandemic. Also, I like helping people and the journey of becoming a doctor looks really exciting. So, I decide to study biology more enthusiastically this year and drop mathematics probably. I know it is crazy and a bit absurd and might be a mistake. But I make it my decision and I own it, whether it turns out great or becomes a dreadful mistake, I own it, because let’s be honest, you do live only once and what story you have if you don’t take you chances and risks and make mistakes and take absurd decisions and have that X factor of yours which sounds alien to the whole world? I won’t consider that a worth lived life. What is your life if you lack adventure? What crazy story are you going to tell you kids if you don’t have one? The beautiful part dear friends, too many stories and yet all different. All parts similar and yet alien to each other. Too many shared experiences and yet discrete memories. Many parts the darkest, yet beautiful than others. No scales, no comparisons, no judgments, only embracing and acceptances.
Wait! The story doesn’t end yet. We are lacking an important part. I thought I will write about this after I achieve a certain goal but I am more than impatient to keep this part to me. As I was, so confused about a month ago. It was the end of 11th and I wasn’t really clear with my goals. I have a cousin. She is quite older than me. She is doing her bachelors in the medical field and older people always appear cool to you. So, I asked her about it and she gave out a really important piece of advice to me. She told me, “Don’t just go after the spark, it is called spark for a reason. If you want to do something just commit to it and stick to it.” I really can’t express it but it made a lot of things clear. In the end, you have to settle somewhere between what you like and what is good for you. I think medicine does sound like a worthy deal. I have mended myself to be open to experiment and learning. Now I learned commitment. Sometimes we just overthink things. Mates, as she said and as I say, “stop taking yourselves so seriously”. Just get on with it.
” Those who don’t think and just work have a chance at succeeding, those who think and work have a good chance at succeeding but those who think and don’t work have zero chance at succeeding.”
And after all, the whole idea of succeeding is really fussy but subjective. The only part, Living should not stop. And I say ‘It’s not about the goal mate, it’s about the journey.’
Make your story, make your thoughts. Taking no risk is the biggest risk. I do commit to my goal. And if i ever thought to change it. I will, that too in a heartbeat. But only when I have tried one thing completely. And believe me you can make anything and everything interesting in the world.
-Foreword:
The whole point of writing this was to share and help anyone struggling to make choices. People, choose, right or wrong, doesn’t matter because every second of it is worth it. You are not getting the time again. You would want to have a lot of bad experiences rather than no experience when you will be on your deathbed looking back at your life only realising that you will never get that time back. You do live only once.
-This is Ayan, signing off. Merry Christmas.
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