Hardik Vaidya (26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)
Arithmetic to your Mathematics
All men+women were born equal.
Factual, not spiritual, neither political.
It isn't the lie of the century, nor that of Humanity.
I stand in front of you young Turks, to prove this without more fuss.
Jumps a young mustard, with mind full of young blizzards,
Lunges at my old jugular, and challenges my bloated ego and its fissures.
If that were the case, Beethoven would not have been rare,
And I, you and the world would not have been scared,
Of the man who sits right next.
Whoa I cried young man, I am delighted,
Your spirit ignited in me the mind that was once obsessed,
To ride a wild filly, with wanton joy and mirth,
And with her go clip clopping into the vales which were yet to take birth.
Now let us assume for the sake of simplicity,
All men+women are born equal and let us number them each at 1.
Let us also pardon the vulgar beauty and assume 100 is the foretold logic of perfection.
How would we reach it? Go and seek a 99 to add to our miserable 1 and get mundane perfection.
The art of mathematics is my dear far more sublime,
Than what our bean counters behind the tills would ever wake up to realise.
The beauty is not about 99, and if you are a silly cricket fan, god bless your sorrow tan.
Look at the wonderful Zero, not Zorro, my sexy Spanish student lass,
Zeroes is all I ask, each one of us is born with an infinite number of those blasts.
And then look at the Decimal blob.
Lift it, nudge it to the right, you grow by 10's every single step,
And that my dear is the difference between Arithmetic and Mathematics.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
The poem has a philosophical angle, and I am very poor in philosophy. However it is my firm belief that every human being is born with enough resource to shine and find his or her own purpose in life. It depends of whether we want to use our Zeroes the most powerful resource given to us by nature and grow ourselves organically or go after the outside world and ask others to help us find us. There is no guru, man is not designed to lead, this is a fundamental truth. Man is designed to lead only his own self. No man can truly lead another. All texts on leadership are written by dwarfs. All gurus who think they are gurus are yet to lead them selves. Therefore lead your own self.
I was always envious of mathematicians. I come from a family of great mathematicians and it is not an understatement. But I never liked the subject. To me it is still an enigma, the distance between integer 1 and 2 on the number line is 1, but if I imagine walking on small pebbles each representing a real number, between 1 and the pebble 2 I will never reach the pebble 2, as they are separated by an infinity of numbers. So strange is the world of mathematics, I hate the mathematicians for seeing what I will never see.
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