I hate maths.
I know I’m one of the millions out there who voice my sentiment.
But trust me, there’s no one who hates the subject more than I do. I was scared of it, I felt terrified by it, I was repulsed by it.
Of all the periods in school, Maths was the only one where my mind used to go completely blank.
I mean I’m not even exaggerating here. The moment the teacher used to put chalk to the board and start expanding those shitty equations, my mind used to go to a fairyland.
“I hate it!” I’d scream to my parents. “I’m not interested in knowing what a plus b whole square stands for. I’m not interested in finding out anything about my X. Why the hell do I have to study it?”
“Because it’s used in our everyday lives,” my dad would start. “Suppose you have to buy something tomorrow, how will you – – -“
“I can always use the calculator,” would be my one answer.
“You can’t always use the calculator,” would be the only comeback on his behalf.
But I knew it wasn’t just about the calculator. I knew that deep in his heart, was a desire to see me become an engineer.
Actually, not just an engineer. He wanted me to become anything I wanted.
As long as it involved Maths.
Which is why the moment I found out that I could drop Maths like a bad habit after class 10, I knew what to do with my life.
“Don’t you dare think about dropping Maths!” my father warned me before the board exams.
“Fine, I won’t,” I said.
I was true to my word. I didn’t drop Maths. I scored so low in my Maths paper, that the school authorities refused to give it to me. I was given Hindi instead and believe you me, that was the happiest day of my life.
Quite unlike my dad who could do nothing but seethe in anger.
Now while my family members might’ve made my life miserable for a few days, giving up Maths after class 10th was the best feeling in the world.
And no, I’m not saying this because I was denied the subject. I actually mean it. I felt liberated. I felt unchained. Just like Django.
I mean, no offence to all those who love Maths, but I wished it good riddance. For once, I was actually studying all the subjects I really loved.
It felt like I could breathe again.
Which is what education should be all about. Thanks to this one decision of mine, the last two years of my school life were sheer bliss. I was happy. Which resulted in me taking active participation in extra curricular activities. Which in turn, shaped me into the person that I am today.
I worked harder on my interests which helped me get into the colleges I desired.
Would it have been possible had I studied a subject I didn’t like in class eleven?
Probably not. Simply because my overall percentage would’ve come down.
Yes, giving up Maths was the best thing I did after class 10. Simply because it taught me that life’s too short to feel miserable.