What π Day Means To A Geek
On every 14th of every March of every year, a day dawns that is the most glorious in the lives of millions of geeks around the world, a day that, when the first strand of light breaks on the eastern horizon, anabases swiftly from one mired in the plebeian battle between reality and phantasm to one that is universal in justification, universal in validity. On the calendar, it stands marked “3.14” – π Day.
Just as Dr. Cooper claims on The Big Bang Theory that his “spot” is the one thing that remains fixed in his Universe, π Day plays a significant role in the life of any geek because the value of this node is not predicated on the existence of the decimal, binary or hexadecimal number systems but one that will find definition and understanding in any logical space within this Universe… the entire Universe.
It plays a significant role because irrespective of how unabashedly voluble a circle is, the ratio of its circumference to its diameter is always going to be π. It plays a significant role because, whatever splendour of physics manages to survive the necessary torture of inquiry, the geek remains an unassailable necessity of inquisition owing to his curiosity and not what he is curious about. As another notorious geek once remarked, “it is the most transcendental day of our lives.”
And on every such day, I find a commemoration necessary. What may perhaps seem like undue commitment and pliably “geeky” to everyone else would seem to the geek like Sunday Mass does to the zealot or self-demolecularization to the kamikaze artiste: purpose. Apart form discussing the relevance of π, I (re)read SF masterpieces: on π Day, 2006, I reread Tolkien’s The Lord Of The Rings; on π Day, 2007, I reread Asimov’s Prelude To Foundation; on π Day, 2008, I reread Wells’ War Of The Worlds; on π Day, 2009, I reread Lovecraft’s Call Of Cthulhu; on π Day, 2010, I reread Gernsback’s Ralph 124C 41+; on π Day, 2011, I reread Herbert’s Dune. As the final page rests done, I feel blissful.
The answer rests in a laughable misconception that stretches conspicuously into the grounds of hypocrisy. An everyday geek like myself finds the ramifications of being called one trivial and easily ignorable, while at times the preconceived verdict can be arresting: a young lady once turned my advancements down solely because I was, “in all obviousness”, a geek. So? I fail to understand that train of thought even though it has come to be regarded as commonplace; still, that is no argument for its conscription into the grounds of logic.
I understand the antediluvian image that bars us from being taken seriously outside the vicinity of an examination: an obsession with gaming, a preference for closeted spaces (which also explains the meaningless jibes at our predominantly absent homosexuality) and the ability to draw contentment simply by knowing whatsoever we work with does so at high speeds and with high disk spaces.
All that remains is formalized ostracism. Be that as it may, we don’t care. Here, thus, I answer why: while you may consign the scope of our dreams to ambition and a humanitarian largesse, they are attained and surpassed using resources composed solely of human intelligence; nothing else! That is what being a geek is all about: an eternal and universal rallying point for ambitious exploration and excruciatingly patient investigation. There is nothing that escapes our Lidless Eyes even as, maintaining with one hand the constancy of truth in this Universe, we swat away the misanthropic flies of adulteration with the other.
We are necessary. We are the engines and the gears, the levers and the pulleys that drive this world from one aggression of quiescence to the next, smoothly and noiselessly, paying no heed to jibe or joust directed our way, paying no heed to the hypocrisy that in your hearts holds sway (couldn’t help but make that rhyme)!
π is not our retreat but our stronghold. π is not our respite but our steadfastness. π is not our transience but our universality. π is not our hope but our validity. π is not our laughter but our eyes. π is not our fixation but our promise. π is our proof of the irrefutability, inalienability and undeniableness of human thought. With that establishment, I wish you all a happy π Day! (Next post on the relevance of π: July 22)
On quite another note, Weird Al Yankovic has some words of his own.