An Equation

“How many twos are there in an eight?” Sandhya literally shouted at Divya this time. Poor Divya was trying her best to figure out the answer without using the calculator, as her mother, Sandhya, had ordered. After spending several minutes playing with her hair and eating the back of the pencil, thinking how on Earth will knowing the number of twos in an eight help her in her life, she gave up. She looked at her mother innocently and shrugged in disappointment. Sandhya’s anger levels shot up and she raised her hand to hit Divya. Before it could reach Divya’s cheeks, tears dwelled up in Divya’s eyes and she started to sob.

“Not again Divya! Divide eight by two and tell me the correct answer quickly”, Sandhya said. Although she was losing her composure seeing her daughter cry, she also wanted her daughter to solve the basic mathematical questions without the help of a calculator. Continue reading

Being : ‘Alive’

A couple of hours ago, I had a very heated argument with someone, who is closest to me in terms of understanding me the way I am, about the idea of being alive and having independence to choose one’s death as well. The subject can be argued both emotionally and logically. If we can faithfully ponder over these four questions we can solve all the confusion which is created by the idea of dying, or to be put more precisely, the idea of choosing to die. What it means to live? What it means to die? What it means to die while we are still alive? What it means to live even after our death? Continue reading