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THE STORY OF PI.

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...

A conversation with moon. From Ayan's Journel.


-Well, an encounter from my diary. The last part, I reckon, tends to be more philosophical and thoughtful. 

-"It's just another normal day in a normal boy's life. He is trying to get things done. Complete his work in the ordinary manner. But soon enough he lost in thoughts and makes it to an 'extra-ordinary' realm of thoughts and emotions. How it contrasts from reality to imagination. The question remains, what's the difference?  Rest is for you to find out." 





Hey! Luna.
I know, I am sorry. Couldn't come yesterday. I haven't been my best self lately. My productivity has drastically decreased. I happen to feel a bit sleppy many times in the day. I think I will have to make a new schedule for me and work more on improving my focus and productivity.
- I was watching The Good Omens, which I am probably not gonna continue watching. It was good though. The concept of God and biblical beings have been really interesting. I reckon the writers of religious books were amazing writers writing fiction, bit too 
immersed in their own writings that they somehow forgot what is reality and intermixed what was their imagination with the reality.stupid people starting believing that too, cause they were ignorant and well, why not. And Boom!!! Religion. Lets not get in the deeper fuss. 
Talking about today. It was nice and cool and warm and cold and fuzzy and clean and messy and dirty. I can hear you calling me," Right, Mr. Oxymoron." I mean today was a worthy encounter. My Primary school teacher, a friend of my mom visited with her daughter 'Anoosh'. She is 8 months old and quite cute. Well, like all babies are. Fluffy cheecks and little tosy-wosies. I kind of like kids. They are amazing ,until they start crying and discharge. Couldn't find a much formal word, sorry. Mam, my 'school-teacher-love-of-past' was as cute as always. She was my teacher in from 2nd to 5th grade, I reckon. She is one of the bear-golu-molu type humans, I love!! She gave me some money, (thousand rupees probably) as a present, because you know, there is a custom at our place that if someone succeeds in something, people come and give them money. Which they ultimately have to return when the people who gave them, succed at something like passing exams, geeting a job, getting married , etc. It's just formality stuff. It has its own merits and demerits. I am not going to bore you with that debate. I however, completely disagree with this whole idea. It just make things complicated and difficult. I believe is things that are straight-forward and simple and clean. 
Academically, today was not so great. I did biology nicely but not same with physics and chemistry. The problems I encountered were;
-Lack of focus.
-Disturbance by family
-Distraction by phone.
- Sleepiness.
Well, the second and third problems are easily resolvable, not so sure about the last and first one. With a bit of will I can overcome the first one as well. The problem however remains with the last one. I feel sleepy even after a good sleep. I will try to get a nap tomorrow and eat less in the morning and drink a lot of water. Lets see if that helps.
Well, that was pretty much it for today. I know what you see, you see hope, you see desire and  you see will. I must say, I see the same. 
You ever think of how astonishing you are in the very fact that you don't have a form. I mean, it makes you powerful enough to be anything, any persona, any character any gender. It makes you the image of nothing  and yet of everything. You are transparent as air. You see me as I am with all my flaws, with all my beauties. Me and everything, as it is, naked. All rights and wrongs. Opinions and assumptions. You see things objectively, but how objective can objective be.? Since, "true-objectivity" is but a mere illusion. We all free and yet so bound. You are no different. The only thing which differentiates you is that you don't form opinions. Subjective or objective, that is a false question. You make me realise that maybe, opinion is not that important after all. You teach me, to be me just like you be you. Observe and move and flow. You are boundless, and bondless. You don't need me. Neither do I in the very fact, that I do. So, they are true afterall, silence is but power. The more you reduce the noise, the clearer you see. And hear and feel. Let go of all thoughts. Let go of time and time will let go of you. This may lead you to peace and peace to you.
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Well, I do mean all that. And thank you for being a mirror. You help me see. I love your Aura. Deep and calm as a lake. Aren't you a fantasy ?
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-Bye Luna ❤️
May I come back.

I intend to give the readers an insight to how my brain sometimes works. Tracking bits of the thought process. I would like to encourage the reader that the thoughts are open for interpretation and discussion. Feel free to email me or comment your thoughts. And take the story wherever you like and put and develop your own thoughts on it. 





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