The Variables

"I, a silent constant in an equation with hundreds of variables"

-Arnav Aggarwal

Even though I do strongly support the fact that teaching stuff like linear equations and algebra is going to do no good to us in our entire lifetime, I have still deduced one important life lesson from it-

 Life is like an algebraic expression, with many variables but with little or no constants. Everyone can represent their lifetime into a simple algebraic expression, where you are the only constant while everything else is a variable. You are the only silent constant in an equation with hundreds of variables.

 Even though i am just bringing up more stupid relations, being a science student this would be the best way possible for me to explain my theory. In Chemistry, there is a very broad topic known as Resonance. The main thing about resonance is that a compound of the same formula can be of different types by simply rearranging the bonds here and there. So what happens is that in reality one structure does not completely explain all the properties of the compound but a mixture of all its resonances together explain the properties. One structure gives us only limited information about that compound.  

 Just like that different people would define a person in different ways. If i ask a description about myself from my class mates i will get one set of qualities I have, while if I ask my parents I will get another set of qualities and when asking my teachers I will get my other qualities. Together all these qualities MAY be defining me as a whole, but no individual could give all my qualities together. Through the powers of observation I deduced that everyone of us is a variable for one another, no one knows the others true value. Only we ourselves know who we are in reality. For us we are the constant while everyone else is a variable. We know who we are and what our intentions are, what the others do is just put in values and try to figure out what is our value. The true identity is only known to us and us only. 

 A linear equation has just one solution while a quadratic has two and so on. This world is filled up of infinite variables and many more are being born every day, therefore there are infinite solutions to us. No one, not even a God can predict or solve all the solutions of the variable you are other than you yourself. Thus at an individual level, you are more superior than God, you know what is the impossible but what really separates you from the rest is how easy it is to find all your solutions.

No student likes a tough equation or algebraic expression as it becomes a very lengthy and tiresome process to solve it. The simpler the variable is, the more the people will like it. I don't mean to say that if you have less solutions it is good, not at all. Being a person with only one solution is very bad as it will always be used against you. A variable never wants to become a constant, it likes to have a suspense. But I also believe that you should never have an infinite supply of solutions as then a person can never really trust you as you would always have a new card to play. 

 Your identity must not be known completely, but it should also not be that you change your solutions so that even the answers people deduce end up wrong. What you express should be correct and should solve the equation/expression. The existence of a two-face variable with infinite but number solutions is what causes the disturbance in the equation.

 Different variables have different solutions but on the other hand there may also be different variables with the same solution. A person may have 'n' number of qualities in him among which some may also be very rare to find in a person. But that person shouldn't think great of himself because of that quality inherited by him cause there are many others in this world carrying the same qualities. 

 There is a difference between a Show-Off and a Liar. 

A show-off is the variable which wants it to be solved or on the other hand gives away its solution to people. Such kind of an equation is mostly ignored at the end cause of not being a challenge while those with weaker brains prefer sticking to them and thinking of knowing all because of solving such  a variable. 

 A liar is a variable who has too many cards to play at a time. He keeps on changing its value so no one can ever recognize his true identity. But when he is caught and his real self is discovered, he manipulates the complete equation so its solution really becomes correct and he is left unharmed. Such a variable usually ends up lonely and heartbroken as none trust him and can't have any emotions for him cause of the high uncertainty.

 This world is too big to understand but on the other hand too small to oversee. We humans usually end up succumbing into our own merits and qualities forgetting the rest. Holding your head up high and shoulders wide won't help if you haven't sweat enough for it. 
The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war. 
This world has been having the greatest war in history of mankind since the birth of the man - the war between the true self and the conscience. 

Only if you know who you really are can you indulge in other's lives. Only if you trust somebody enough to tell them your true identity can you love someone. Only if you really know how a person really is can you hate someone. Only if you really know the problem of others can you help someone. Only if you know the real pain of what others are going through can you place your shoulder for someone. Only if you know who the person really is can you judge someone. 

 I never knew that a beast lived infested inside of me for a long time. I used to believe that I was the perfect human created by God to fulfill his desires and make the world a better place. I never knew my own solutions and I tried to do all the above. Life isn't that simple, you will have to take detours and suffer misery to later live a life of ecstasy. I took many years to find out who I really am and what I am capable of doing. It is natural to hate the beast you are within but life always throws opportunities at you where that beast is what gives you the upper hand, it is what makes you the best among st the rest. 

 I do fear the beast in me but what I have discovered is that my beast does have the powers others may not have and this is what makes me different. I know what are my capabilities and my strengths but what is more important is to know your weaknesses. Life is a race and if others find your weakness before you, you will be crushed and left behind. Your weakness are also your strength while your strengths can become your weaknesses. 

 As they say, you need to stay close to your enemy. You are your own enemy and the more you get to know about him, the better. 

I was just a silent constant among many variables, but now its my time to stand up and speak. I am silent no more, I am awake and alive and ready to move on.     

Preview to "Sins" by Niranjan

I do believe in angels. But these angels aren't the ones commonly known to man. I do believe in demons. But these demons aren't the ones commonly known to man. Demons do reincarnate in the mortal world as humans, these demons feed on sins, blood and hatred. These are what keep them immortal.

Their bodies are not agile enough to digest happiness and love.

Happiness rusts their body till it crumbles to sand so they stay away from these deeds which they would refer to as "Sins".

  For them hatred is food, sins are like water and for them blood is their soul. Committing sins is what keeps them alive; planting the seeds of hatred is what keeps them walking and the blood-lust is what keeps them killing.

 The world is too perfect if only with angels. Rivers will flow with peace and prosperity. Nature will grow and the world will echo the baritone of birds chirping. Streets will show off their green beauty as people will bless others even after they merely reached the threshold to death cause of the other.

 This world in the mortal world is known as 'Heaven'.

 The world would be too corroded if only with demons. Rivers will rage with frustration and anger. Nature will decay in the burning bowels of death and the world will reverberate the shrieks of birds screeching. The streets will hide their bleeding beauty as people will slay others so none reach the threshold to happiness. 

 This world in the mortal world is known as 'Hell'.

 The world would be too simple if only with mortals. Rivers would flow with elegance but with fear. Nature will perish as recreated and the world will be in silence for all birds will keep shut. The streets will weep in despair but laugh simultaneously as people will over take others to reach either the threshold of success or failure.

 This world in the mortal world is known as a 'neighborhood'.

 But the world isn't that simple. If the world would have been this simple, we may not have been living in the world we live now. Thus some demons escape from hell to this world while some angels escape from heaven.

 A neighborhood with such angels in disguise are commonly known as a 'friendly neighborhood'. But such vicinity is more of the unfounded truth. Why you would wonder?

 Heaven's angels are selfish beings. Being used to the cloud 9 vicinity, their bodies can't function in the monotonous atmosphere present in the colossal wreck of the mortal world.

 For Christians, who mostly believe in angels and demons, the 7 sins consist of basic human instincts like envy, lust, gluttony, greed and selfishness.

 Angels do commit sins. All angels commit sins. For sins you need to pay a price and so do the angels. 

 Centuries ago a dagger was stolen from the depths of hell by angels which was found by the Gods.

 Another sin.

 Since then this dagger has been used to rip the back of these sinners till it completely tears them apart and their crystal white blood flows down for decades till the ruptured skin regenerates. But the blood stays intact, materializing into white wings. This was another form of punishment for the sinners. As the wings moved, it tore the skin resulting in excruciating pain.

 Pain is a relative term. The more pain you bear, the less you call it pain. After you become used to this pain, you start craving for this pain. Wings were supposed to differentiate the sinners from the angels, but later it became a luxury. All sinned for now it started depicting holiness. 

 Angels sinned while on the other side there were demons who never sinned. They let their bodies decay in the happiness and rust in love. They resisted the urge to kill and build hatred. Such demons were thrown out from hell to corrode to death. 

 I do believe in reincarnations. But these reincarnations aren’t the ones commonly known to man. Usually in reincarnations, the person forgets his past and what all he did in his previous 7 lives. But reincarnations occur so that the people can finish the deeds undone. Humans aren’t the only things that reincarnate. Even angels and demons do in any form depending on the sins committed by them.

 Demons with pure heart who decay themselves in happiness usually reincarnate as angels. Rebirth occurs to fulfill what you haven’t done in your previous lifetime. Such occurs for demons too. These angels build a sense of hatred and lust for blood in them. These angels aren’t like the normal demons. They exceed their hatred and disgust. They end up devoting their angelic life to murder and search for pain. Such rebirths are referred to as Hell’s Angels. The hell’s angels evolve to maintain a balance in heaven but when the situation becomes fatal is when they escape to the mortal world. Hell’s angels love pure blood but what they crave for is mortal blood which is easiest to find in self obsessed species, especially humans. Bloodshed fills the streets and the world gets covered in blankets of red. Such hell’s angels do fall from the sky and whenever they fall so does mankind.

The Gods of Death work tirelessly day and night, traveling from dimension to dimension ripping souls apart from dying bodies. They are the selfless workers who can’t even enjoy being Gods. Deciding who lives and who doesn’t wont be the best example of being selfless because you are ripping apart the life of others but when you are a God and you aren’t able to act like one cause of all the work you have to do you have the right to call yourself selfless. The job of these Gods are so repetitive and boring that the only form of entertainment these Grim Reapers have is to see how the person dies and how their families suffer in grief or celebrate due to the corpse taking a trip of no return.

 The real entertainment these Grim Reapers get is when Hell’s Angels fall into the mortal world. This is what makes these Angels even more dreaded and powerful. When you have the God of Death by your side, you don’t need to lust for blood as it will be served on a golden platter to you. It ends of making you the God of the Mortal World as you bestow the power to kill anyone even without name or face. What we mortals should pray for is that a Hell’s Angel doesn’t fall of the sky during our time of mortality.

 Mr. and Mrs. Shah weren’t so lucky. Not only because the Hell’s Angel descended to the human world during their mortality but because the hell’s angel descended as their own son. A son can be a gift but can also lead to a life of eternal torture. A son can either build up love for his parents or sow the seeds of hatred for them. A son can either be on the side of his parents at all times or try to find an opportunity to stab them behind their back.

 Langohr Shah was born to a well educated and cultured royal family from Rajasthan. Floral designs covered the mansion as the royal family celebrated the birth of the next heir. Who would have ever imagined that this innocent boy’s aim was not to rule a small city of Rajasthan which was in reality under the power of a parliament but to find and hunt his prey - mankind.

 As kids Hell’s angels don’t show their real intensions of hunting but become real angels and start stealing the trust of all. Langohr was different. His parents named him such an unusual name which meant “stealer of the heart” in their dynastic script but it changed to Latin Langour meant “Angel of Death”. Destiny prevails over all other factors which decides the life of an individual.

 Langohr never build hatred for his parents or anyone in the royal family. He had no feelings at all. Emotionless he used to stray inside the mansion trying to be as alone as possible. Mrs. Shah found this behavior to be oddly disturbing and at the age of 10 they sent his to the family psychiatrist Mrs. Desai, so that he could share his feeling and what troubled him.

 After the first appointment only Langohr’s attitude changed drastically, but not in any good way. He never used to speak to anyone before and some used to believe he was dumb and the royal family was just hiding the truth but now he started speaking, or to be more appropriate he started making noises. He always had a grin on his face and whenever someone would ask him a question he would smirk and go away. Worried even more Mrs. Shah took Langohr to the psychiatrist again but by the time they reached the hallway they collided with Mr. Shah who stood baffled as he held the daily newspaper in his hand. Langohr snatched it from his father and saw the black and white photo of Mrs. Desai and the headlines showing – ‘Royal shrink hangs herself in bedroom’

 It remained a mystery for all about why such a rich and successful women would kill herself. The only people who knew the well kept secret were Mrs. Desai and Langohr. One had already gotten rid of so the world was safe from knowing that the demon had already come to its surface. But Langohr wasn’t like the other Hell’s angels, he wanted attention and fame. He wanted to tell the world who he was and that all should fear him. Building such a mentality at the age of 10 had to suck attention. His next move was something no one saw coming and it provided the perfect platform for him to tell the world who he was.

Stronger Than I Was

"But You won't break me

You'll just make me stronger than I was

Before I met you, I bet you I'll be just fine without you

And if I stumble. I won't crumble 

I'll get back up and uhhh

And I'mma still be humble

'Cause I'm stronger than I was"

-Marshall Mathers a.k.a. Eminem

Even though this is a guy you shouldn't quote I kind of found this set of lyrics appealing. I was sitting and studying for my upcoming test this weekend along with listening to songs. I know you shouldn't listen to songs while studying, but according to me when you are doing maths its acceptable. As trying to read between the lines during trigonometry this song "Stronger than I was" starts playing and i don't know why but I immediately remember this close friend of mine. 
This guy has inspired me since I met him and as I have worked with him side by side at many occasions I know that this guy is just Legend....wait for it.....dary.
I don't know why but as I heard that song I was made to write a blog on this guy cause he has taken a place in life and even when I would be waiting on my wheelchair for the Grim Reaper to come and take me with him I would remember that guy even if I never meet him after graduation.

I still remember... I first met him in Class 8.
The day had just started and Mrs. Durga was trying to make the history of India interesting but we had already gone through the same history again and again since 5th grade. As we all tried to find an interesting topic to discuss an anonymous student entered the class. His hair folded to the right, spectacles right up his nose and his uniform finely pressed. The first thing that struck me was that he was either of the two - (a) He is a nerd who is just going to be the teacher's pet ; (b) He is another Rat who has entered the house and will just be a nuisance for the forthcoming years. Had I never hoped that 3 years after that I would be writing a blog post on him.
Mrs. Durga introduced him to the class as Shivam Parashar. I never imagined that I could blend with him and so I ignored him for 2 days but later I was made to interact with him by Mrs. Durga. Our school has a system of Clubs, where every week you have 2 periods when you can be a part of an extra-curricular activity of your interest. That year they had brought a new Club called the LEADERS CLUB and i don't know why but I was the only eighthie
who was in the Club. The rest were all class 9 and 10 seniors. Mrs. Durga had to submit the club Shivam would be a part of and she asked him what Club he wanted to be in. He stood mumm. Then she laughed and suggested him to join the Leader's Club. Turning towards the class of 50 she asked all the students in the Leader's Club to stand and like a needle in the haystack I was the only one standing. Therefore I was forced to interact with him. The same day we had a prefect of our class De-Badged and we were stunned as our Discipline in-charge took that prefect's ID card and hung it around Shivam's neck. No one did ever expect that a student who had joined 5 days ago would be chosen as a prefect while students who had been trying to win the trust of the teachers for 8 years couldn't be one. In 5 days in the St.Columba's he had made history. I had to interact with him. Weekly we met in our Leader's Club as the only 8th grade students and I found out that we had many things common. But what got us closest to each other was an idea which had struck him about a month after we met. He thought that we should write a novel together, a classic fantasy with plot twists and a climax. Even before we thought about the plot we started dreaming about Danny Boyle calling us asking us the rights for the book so he could make the next Academy Award winning movie. It was a hilarious set of weeks when we both thought of it as a joke but later it struck us that we could seriously write a very interesting book together and we started taking the idea seriously. After one correct year we completed our book -"Solstice : Dragon Mountains". Even though the book saw no future it was a great experience.
In 9th grade he again became a prefect but I wasn't much behind being a prefect too myself. The mistake I made was note applying for the most of the Vice Head Prefect. Shicam was a step ahead of all of us and that was what we all didn't realize. We thought he was a new student and we ended up underestimating him.That was our main mistake. He amazed our batch once again by being chosen as the Vice Head Prefect of our batch. In 2 years he had earned the respect of all the students and the teachers which even i couldn't do in the last 9 years. That day, when his name was announced as the Vice Head I changed the way of perceiving the guy. He had become my main competition, a rival who I had to keep close to myself. I had to get to know his weaknesses and use it against him. Everything is fair in love and war... and this was War. A war to prove myself better. What I learned from movies was that you had to keep your rivals close to you and that is what I did. I read him, understood him and used it against him. The next platform available to me was class 10. I tried to stay ahead of Shivam and also applied for the Head Prefect and after a series of interviews and heart-stopping moments I got the opportunity to prove myself. I became the Head Prefect and we came neck-to-neck again. I do believe that if Shivam wouldn't have been chosen as the Vice Head, I would have been pushed into applying and trying so hard to be the Head Prefect and achieving that goal. He forced me into working hard. I hope you are reading this man. If you are I just want to say that I respect you and I thank you from deep within my heart for changing my life and making it better. You made be Stronger Than I Was. 
Last week we both along with 3 other students amongst the batch of 250 were shortlisted for the Columban Of The Year. After a set of interviews conducted by the Principal and the Headmistress today it was announced that Shivam is the Columban of The Year. I do confess that I was pretty sure that he would be the Columban Of The Year but this will just make me work harder into proving myself equal to or better than him. Also congratulations for the accomplishment. I respect you man but don't forget me, I will try my best to cope up with you and beat you. We haven't yet reached the end of the road. The winner of the race is the person who reaches the finish line first, not the person who takes the lead while running. I am at present behind you but don't slow down cause i and gaining pace.

You and I are the type of rivals who will always  meet other in our race to the finish but will help each other when we both face a problem. I just want to tell you one thing Shivam, the race isn't over yet and the Sword Of Honour still remains to grab. Don't underestimate me for maybe I can beat you if I put my level best. Lets see who wins the race and whoever does, no hard feelings.
THE RACE IS ON!  
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