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OH, NO! SCIENCE!

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OH, NO! SCIENCE…


Most loathsome subject in high school was science

All the doctors and engineers in my family couldn't get me to change my mind nor in anyway influence!

Math was my dyxlexia four plus four was nine

I couldn't solve a sum to save my tiny life so delicate and fine!

The knocks and whacks I recieved in exasperation

Only fuelled my distaste for it in nosediving frustration

Trignometry, geometry, algebra…

I don't care who is A, B, Y's X or if a giraffe married a zebra!

Diameter, radius, Pythagoras theorem

Weekend afternoons were bogged down with tuitions oh why am I fated to this boredom!

Cylinders, cones, prisms and rhombus

Trignometry, symmetry and mind-numbing Calculus..

Beakers, test tubes of nauseating acids with poor live frogs pinned ready to dissect!

It was repulsive to a teenager who'd never harmed an insect…

"If a biology lesson is your Achilles heel, you can't become a surgeon!"

"Never you mind that, daddy, I'll be happy with another harmless invention…"

Every night my telescope and I scan the inky velvet of the starry skies

An astrophile I am, I always felt my home was somewhere else

Alpha Centauri, Pleiades or may be even Sirius

Science was never my game but without inventions and discoveries our life wouldn't be the same

This is in honour of all the scientists and mathematicians 

Known, unknown and also to those of whom we don't remember the name…

©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu



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