Acalculia
and I
I
was never a calculating sort of person
By
Gyan
C A Fernando
With illustrations by N.Senthilkumaran
Acalculia and I
Some
of you out there, having just got up on a Sunday morning and having just
glanced at but not really comprehended the main title of this article, are
probably thinking that Acalculia is a young Eastern European, short-skirted,
disco type tart that I once used to associate with.
Others,
well-versed in Classic Greek Literature in their formative years and who have
just had the advantage of an invigorating
early morning cup of tea might be thinking, with smug complacency, that
Acalculia must be one of those nasty Siren type girls from Greek Mythology.
Well you know Medusa et al don’t you?
Can
you all now get up and stand in the corner of the class!
You
are all wrong! It is neither!
For
most people it is quite easy-peasy to work out that the logarithm of whatever
is something-or-the-other, just off the tops of their heads. For me, the
complex mathematical formula of two plus two is quite easy, but anything else
is a challenge.
Just
a minute! In my enthusiasm to rush into advanced mathematics, I forgot to
explain who or what is Acalculia.
Acalculia
is a sort of medical condition.
Let
me explain further: All my life I have suffered from Acalculia.
Being
a doctor, I consulted myself by looking at myself in the mirror but there is no
cure.
I liked Parabolic graphs and nothing else..... |
The
more that Dad tried to teach me things like the Square Root or the Common Denominator,
the more I got confused. When it came to Algebra, my Dad gave up on me entirely.
I
did like drawing parabolic graphs though, once I had worked out or copied the
formula. Usually it was the latter, and from the clever guy sitting next to me.
In fact graphs were the only things that I liked in Mathematics because a
completed parabola reminded me of the nose of a Boeing 707 aircraft about to
crash-land nose down and at a 90 degree angle.
The Time Now Is VI p.m. Time For The News..
It is at this point that we need to go back to ancient Roman times. I am sure most of you are familiar with Roman Numerals: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX, and X.
So,
this year, which is 2012, reads as MMXII in Roman numerals. Got that? No?
The
MM stands for 2000. Not for Marilyn Monroe……
The
Roman numeral system is still useful if you want to read ancient clock faces in
Budapest, in Bonn, in Stuttgart or on Big Ben, London. Or you might want to
read the date of the copyright notice at the end of a Warner Bros, Loony Tunes tm
cartoon….you know the part where the “That’s All Folks!” bit appears?
Roman
Numerals are otherwise now totally useless.
Some
clever Indian chaps living near a river called Brahmaputra devised a system
some shillions of years ago which goes like 12345678910 and which, by sheer
coincidence, corresponded to the number of fingers on human hands. As a bonus,
if you take off your shoes and socks you can count up to 20!
Some animals, like cats, don’t have the same
number of toes as us humans so I presume they can count only up to 18 but cats
don’t usually count, and they don’t usually have Bank Accounts.
Some
of the clever chaps amongst you might have noticed that I just introduced the
concept of the Nought or the Zero or the Binduwa. Did you? Good! Well, again
some ancient chaps, Arabs probably, one fine day decided that they needed a
Zero! Maybe they were a little bit tipsy after consuming date wine.
It
is beyond me why anyone, even fermented ancient Arabs, should need “Something
which is Nothing” which is what the Zero is or isn’t! But there you are!
This introduction of the ZERO immediately
complicated matters. If this was not bad enough, then comes the Decimal Point,
a further unnecessary complication!
Getting
back to my own problems with figures, any figure that exceeds 5 or even 4 digits
has always had me totally snookered. Whilst I lived in Britain, this was not a
serious personal problem because my bank balances never exceeded this number of
figures, even including the decimal places; but unfortunately, my mortgage did.
One GB Pound Equals…..
As
soon as I came back to Sri Lanka, and given the prevalent exchange rate in the
Old Republic, things immediately started
to get complicated for me! The girls at the local bank have fits of giggles
when I walk in but they do politely cover their mouths.
It
took me ages to work out how to key Rs 10,000 into the local ATMs. I usually
keyed in Rs 100.00 (which has the same number of digits as 10,000) and wondered
why the machine laughed at me.
The
problem is that Sri Lankan ATMs have the dreaded decimal point! Ha! Why do you
need the decimal point in Sri Lanka when anything less than a Rupee is
worthless? Once I had worked it out, just for fun, I keyed in 100.23 and the
machine got rather nasty with me and tried to swallow my card.
I recently
put up a property that I owned in Sri Lanka, for sale, at ten times less than
the market value because of my good grasp of the decimal point. Hordes
of buyers came in chartered buses to my doorstep. The Police had to be called
in.
Or
take the last time I visited Turkey. There was so much hyper-inflation there
that the lowest denomination bank note circulating at that time was the Lira 1,000,000 or was it 10,000,00…er…any way, they called it the
Bir Million. I did feel like a multi-millionaire but my brain was like an
overheated hard drive. I needed a calculator just work out how much to pay for
a single cup of Turkish coffee!
By
now you must have noticed the use of the comma or the “separator” between the
numbers. This is another complication.
Go
to any Spanish speaking country, for example Bolivia, and things get “confusco
totalmente” or totally confusing. The South Americans, for pig-headed and perverse
reasons of their own, use the comma instead of the decimal point and vice
versa! Repeat: Comma instead of the decimal point and vice versa!
Take
this scenario for instance: You are in Bolivia, a nice day, and happily
strolling down the Avenida Cinco de Mayo in La Paz and you take a sudden fancy
to a Bolivian doll…an ordinary one, not a living doll… and realize that it is
priced at Bol 20,50! Note the use of
the comma!
Work
that out for yourself. Confusion reigns! Two thousand and fifty? Si? No?
“Solo
veinte y cincuenta, Senor! Compre! Compre!” shouts the middle-aged multilayer-skirted,
blousy woman in a bowler hat. (Only twenty Bolivianos and fifty cents sir. Buy!
Buy!)
Fortunately
for me, my Spanish is better than my Mathematics. I of course buy because at
Bol 20.50 and without the comma, it
is cheap. Get it?
A Bolivian Misadventure
Or,
again in La Paz, you get the chance to take out a nice girl for a slap-up “meal
for two with a large bottle of Rose’”. You are in the only posh restaurant in
La Paz, the Hotel Presidente, and 12 floors up and with a spectacular view of
the city and the star-lit skies of the Altiplano.
You
are the only two people in there. The poor Bolivians haven’t got that sort of
money to dine out in style.
Comes
the end of a nice meal in pleasant company and you are presented with a bill
for Bol 10.000,50 by a waiter who
looks like an “El Bandido” from a Clint Eastwood film.
Without
taking my eyes off my lovely young companion I pay the guy in cash,
patronisingly. There you are!
It then
becomes totally embarrassing for me when the waiter promptly throws the money
back at me, and with an accompanying snigger.
I
have just given him a Bol 10 note plus 50 centavos! A Bol 10, at that time, was
worth US Dollars 0.001 or thereabouts, give or take a zero or a decimal point.
In my
confusion and in my embarrassment, I offer him a tip of 100 Bolivars thinking
that that is el problema. No? No Senor!
The
bill is for 10,000.50 and not for10.000,50!
Just
check out the position of the commas and dots carefully and you can see what I
mean! Very subtle! No? No, Senor?
In
case you are wondering how I got out of this embarrassing situation: I regained
my dignity and composure by tossing my credit card at “El Bandido” with a sharp
gunfire-like “Aqui tienes!” ….Here you are!
El
Bandido grunted briefly, inspected both sides of the card carefully, tapped the
side of his head with his index finger but seemed happy with it, scratched his
armpits and walked away.
When
the grinning Gorilla returned, my young companion Anna checked the credit card
slip for me very carefully. Taking the dots, commas and squiggles all into
consideration she declared that it was “OK Gyan”.
She
then leant across the table, cocked her head to one side and compassionately
held my hand.
She
didn’t laugh at me. She was wearing nice perfume. I noticed that she had lovely
teeth.
The Lovely Anna and I in Bolivia. Las memorias! |
Anyway,
my travels have always been plagued because of Zeros, Commas and Decimal
Points! However, I am made of sterner stuff and have never let Acalculia get me
down!
I do
rely on calculators like a cripple does on crutches but I, frequently and
unfortunately, hit the wrong keys on them.
The only solution for my disabling
condition is to link up with a clever, non-blond female, preferably a fellow
traveler, like the lovely Anna.
Seriously,
there is no real way around this problem for me, except to get back to Roman
Numerals and insist on restaurant bills in Roman Numerals.
A
bill for MCMXXXVI in a restaurant in Banda Berastagi in Indonesia should leave
both the waiter, me and Anna equally confused!
Copyright: Gyan C A Fernando. First published in The Sunday Times of Sri Lanka on the 5th of August 2012
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