Raised to the power of x
Am X, mind you , not XYZ.
And no, am not an anonymous person with ulterior motives.
Am simply X, the twenty fourth alphabet .
Few alphabets have enjoyed the relentless pursuit and notoriety associated with something mysterious and unfathomable as I have.
My journey begun in the Maths class in general and Algebra in specific. That was one roller-coaster ride. Just about any unknown quantity or value was given to me,including the number of bananas in second standard to the area of the minuscule space, sandwiched between two gigantic triangles in senior school. I was turned and twisted to form temporary associations with frivolous numbers which would ditch me at the last moment to give me a random value, followed by a heartwarming sigh from the students, glad at being able to throw me out of their way to score that perfect ninety plus score. I felt like a patient being taken to the operation theatre and various surgeries ranging from addition to division and differentiation to integration, being performed on me by some maliciously smiling mathematicians, who would scribble my value with a smug glee. "Find the value of x" seems to had become my second name. "Raised to the power of x...",never lifted my spirits though. It only meant more sighs from blank faces, looking panic-stricken at my position on top of that number.Geometry was no less.Sometimes I was atop a triangle, dangling around the edge or holding for dear life, on the slope of some steep hypotenuse. Circles would treat me like pizza slices, where I was assigned the amount of grass, a horse would consume with a given length of rope or the number of flies who would squat on his green excreta. Physics was obsessed with horsepower, and wrote love lorn poetry to me in the form of endless formulas, dedicated to my, still, (sigh!), unknown value.My co-efficients in the equations seemed to get more attention than me and I felt like a supporting actor, in a big budget family drama, where all I had to do was to be present around and let the lead actors do all the prancing around trees, or rather around paper in my case. Maths had always given me step-motherly treatment, where I was the ambivalent troublesome anti-hero, who was loathed for being unknown and yet, that very fact was essential for books to be opened,pencils to be sharpened and minds to be awakened..
But, here comes my crowning glory- the English language!This language is my darling. It pampers me like no other and has given me the elite status of limited edition exclusive words in the dictionary. Why,am included in the most intriguing word ever created by this language, something which runs through your mind after every ten minutes( blame those scientists for revealing such umm, (obvious?) fact) and without which, you or me would not have been here.Presenting the crisp and edgy-seX.Just try to remove me from this word and I bet it would not sound half as enticing as it does now. Try to pronounce it...., did you notice how you enjoyed the last alphabet, as if pulling the brakes of your mean machine just about at a red light or on the cliff of a rocky terrain?
Yet, my presence can make your day can take varied shades of grey, depending upon the type of break-up...., yes, the sight of your ex-boyfriend or girlfriend, most commonly referred to as simply Ex. Now, this word is dreaded like no other. Just the very mention of this word brings upon an entire gamut of emotions and your agony aunt skills are immediately put on test. People would hid behind a stinking dustbin or go to any lengths in spying on their Ex. A drastic change in hairstyle, from lovely tresses to punk style spikes with shocking red or neon blue, thats the effect of an Ex. Such is the power of my presence!
Have you ever observed the great relish one enjoys in trashing something that is illogically negative, with all the force and might being expended on that one word, yup, JINX!
Not being able to impress that hottie around the block? Damn! "The red underwear is jinxed! "
Always getting dumped on weekends in that particular coffeeshop? "Sorry, no coffee today, it's Jinxurday at Jinxista!"
And still, people still hanker after me! Suffering from cricket fever? Chances are, you would be ready to hug that fat and bald umpire, just for raising his both hands, yes, "Its a six!" Your grandmother yearns for my holidays all through the year, so that she may spend some quality time with you and your never ending list of gifts only grows longer, year after year for Santa Claus. The charm of spending a cosy evening with family along with a beautifully decorated tree, complete with fairy lights, tinker bells and that sock! Yes sir, "Merry X-mas to you, too! Hope it raises your spirit"
And no, am not an anonymous person with ulterior motives.
Am simply X, the twenty fourth alphabet .
Few alphabets have enjoyed the relentless pursuit and notoriety associated with something mysterious and unfathomable as I have.
My journey begun in the Maths class in general and Algebra in specific. That was one roller-coaster ride. Just about any unknown quantity or value was given to me,including the number of bananas in second standard to the area of the minuscule space, sandwiched between two gigantic triangles in senior school. I was turned and twisted to form temporary associations with frivolous numbers which would ditch me at the last moment to give me a random value, followed by a heartwarming sigh from the students, glad at being able to throw me out of their way to score that perfect ninety plus score. I felt like a patient being taken to the operation theatre and various surgeries ranging from addition to division and differentiation to integration, being performed on me by some maliciously smiling mathematicians, who would scribble my value with a smug glee. "Find the value of x" seems to had become my second name. "Raised to the power of x...",never lifted my spirits though. It only meant more sighs from blank faces, looking panic-stricken at my position on top of that number.Geometry was no less.Sometimes I was atop a triangle, dangling around the edge or holding for dear life, on the slope of some steep hypotenuse. Circles would treat me like pizza slices, where I was assigned the amount of grass, a horse would consume with a given length of rope or the number of flies who would squat on his green excreta. Physics was obsessed with horsepower, and wrote love lorn poetry to me in the form of endless formulas, dedicated to my, still, (sigh!), unknown value.My co-efficients in the equations seemed to get more attention than me and I felt like a supporting actor, in a big budget family drama, where all I had to do was to be present around and let the lead actors do all the prancing around trees, or rather around paper in my case. Maths had always given me step-motherly treatment, where I was the ambivalent troublesome anti-hero, who was loathed for being unknown and yet, that very fact was essential for books to be opened,pencils to be sharpened and minds to be awakened..
But, here comes my crowning glory- the English language!This language is my darling. It pampers me like no other and has given me the elite status of limited edition exclusive words in the dictionary. Why,am included in the most intriguing word ever created by this language, something which runs through your mind after every ten minutes( blame those scientists for revealing such umm, (obvious?) fact) and without which, you or me would not have been here.Presenting the crisp and edgy-seX.Just try to remove me from this word and I bet it would not sound half as enticing as it does now. Try to pronounce it...., did you notice how you enjoyed the last alphabet, as if pulling the brakes of your mean machine just about at a red light or on the cliff of a rocky terrain?
Yet, my presence can make your day can take varied shades of grey, depending upon the type of break-up...., yes, the sight of your ex-boyfriend or girlfriend, most commonly referred to as simply Ex. Now, this word is dreaded like no other. Just the very mention of this word brings upon an entire gamut of emotions and your agony aunt skills are immediately put on test. People would hid behind a stinking dustbin or go to any lengths in spying on their Ex. A drastic change in hairstyle, from lovely tresses to punk style spikes with shocking red or neon blue, thats the effect of an Ex. Such is the power of my presence!
Have you ever observed the great relish one enjoys in trashing something that is illogically negative, with all the force and might being expended on that one word, yup, JINX!
Not being able to impress that hottie around the block? Damn! "The red underwear is jinxed! "
Always getting dumped on weekends in that particular coffeeshop? "Sorry, no coffee today, it's Jinxurday at Jinxista!"
And still, people still hanker after me! Suffering from cricket fever? Chances are, you would be ready to hug that fat and bald umpire, just for raising his both hands, yes, "Its a six!" Your grandmother yearns for my holidays all through the year, so that she may spend some quality time with you and your never ending list of gifts only grows longer, year after year for Santa Claus. The charm of spending a cosy evening with family along with a beautifully decorated tree, complete with fairy lights, tinker bells and that sock! Yes sir, "Merry X-mas to you, too! Hope it raises your spirit"
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and yes all i can ad here would be that u had me at ex...