Compounding continuously

When I was in school, I had studied about Compound Interest in mathematics. But recently when I came across a question, I found myself in difficulty in solving that. It was about interest compounding continuously. At last I got the formula.

So, to calculate compound interest compounding continuously, this formula is used:

A = Pe^rt, where e is called Euler's number or Napier's constant

e can be found on scientific calculator.

Gonu Jha -3

Gonu Jha was a courtier in the court of King Hari Singh. He was very intelligent and used to help the king to manage and rule the kingdom. He also entertained him with his witty remarks and ideas. 

The king was very fond of him. Other eminent personalities of the court also liked him very much. Still, there were a few courtiers who felt envious of him and always tried to find ways to humiliate him in public. One of them was the royal barber. He was very cunning. He got so insane by the praise and respect Gonu Jha received, that he decided to get him killed.

The barber was well aware that the king used to go his father’s tomb to offer flowers every day. The tomb of the king’s father was at the outskirt of the palace.  He had a huge respect for him. The barber thought to take benefit of the king’s emotion.

One day when the King went to offer flowers at the tomb of his father, he saw a piece of paper. Something was written on it in golden ink. He picked it up and read.  

Son, I am very pleased that you come here every day to offer me flowers. I am very well in heaven, but I have some problems in performing Pooja. There is nobody to help me. It would be great if you send Gonu Jha for some time. There is a heap of bricks in the east of the capital. You make him sit on that and lit after putting ten quintal hay straw on him. He will came directly to me. I will send him back after some time.

Blessings.

Your father

The king got confounded after reading the letter. He had never witnessed such an event in his life. He started contemplating over this matter.

He could not decide whether it was a move from the enemy of Gonu Jha or really his father had written him the letter. The handwriting in the letter matched with his father’s. He kept vacillating between the two probabilities, but was unable to reach on a conclusion. He decided to put the matter in the court for discussion.

That day in the court, everybody was very pleased to know that the king’s father was well in the heaven and had written a letter to him. One of them said – Gonu Jha is fortunate that the king’s father thinks of him even in the heaven. Some other said – Gonu Jha will be the only privileged person on the earth who will go to the heaven and come back after some time. Many people got jealous and shouted in excitement - We are not lucky enough, otherwise we are ready to go in place of Gonu Jha.

Hearing this, the royal barber got worried. He thought if somebody else would be sent, all his planning would go in vain. He said, “Maharaj, if your father has asked for Gonu Jha, only he should be sent. It seems that ordinary people will not be able to do the prescribed job, otherwise he could have called for anybody else.”

The King Hari Singh was still in confusion. He called it a day and decided to have a tête-à-tête with Gonu in the evening.

Next day in the court, while discussion was going on full swing among the courtiers about the letter, Gonu Jha said, “Maharaj, I am ready to go to the heaven. But I have three conditions --

1. I need three months’ time for preparation

2. Until I do not come back from the heaven, my whole salary should be given to my family

3. At this point of time I need fifty lakh rupees, so that I can arrange something at my home.”

The king was surprised. He asked, “Have you really decided to go? Do you think that my father has really sent this letter?”

“Yes Maharaj, I will really go to the heaven. Please do not worry about me.”

Maharaj Hari Singh was gloomy, but agreed with conditions of Gonu Jha. Most of the courtiers were surprised, horrified and curious. The royal barber was very happy. He was smiling on his victory.

After three months, everyone assembled in the north of the capital to witness this unprecedented incident. The king was also there.  People were feeling dejected. Some were even weeping. But there was no sign of worry on the face of Gonu Jha. He sat on the heap of bricks. Soon, he got covered by hay straw. The hay straw was lit.

Six months had been passed since this incident. The king was sad and often in the court, he used to talk about Gonu Jha who had not returned yet. One day when everybody in the court was discussing about Gonu Jha, an announcement was made – “Gonu Jha is coming here!” People got amazed and were undecided if they should take this announcement seriously or it was a joke. In an instant, they saw that Gonu Jha was coming. He was looking even healthier. Some got horrified as if they had seen a ghost, but most of them were happy to see him again.

Gonu Jha offered Pranam to the King and handed over a letter.

The king asked – Gonu Jha, are you really alive?

Gonu Jha smiled and said – Yes, Maharaj. I am alive.

The royal barber was sweating with fear.

Gonu Jha said again, “Maharaj, I am coming from the heaven. Your father is well and happy. But his hair has been grown long for want of a barber. He wants the royal barber to be sent there for some time. That’s what he has written in the letter I have given to you.”

Hearing this, the barber started running towards the exit. But royal guards caught him. He was trembling and sweating heavily. The courtiers were dumbfounded to see his condition. They were expecting that the barber would be very happy to see his name in the letter.

The king said, “That time you were trying to make sure that Gonu Jha must go to the heaven. Now it is your turn and you are so terrified. Why?”

The barber understood it was better to speak the truth now. He said weeping and trembling, “Maharaj, I beg your pardon! It is me who had written the letter. It is me who had written that Gonu Jha should go to the heaven. Your father had not written any letter from the heaven.” He said further, “Gonu Jha knows black magic. That’s why he got saved from the fire. But I will die. Maharaj, please save my life. Please pardon me.”

The King got furious. He said, “Gonu Jha, tell me the truth. What happened with you?”

“Maharaj, I understood that somebody was playing a trick with me when I saw that letter. So, I thought of a plan to catch the culprit. I took three months’ time to make a tunnel to my home. When I was covered with hay straw, I came back to my home through the tunnel. People thought that Gonu Jha died. My enemies started celebrating with joy. Meanwhile, with the help of my confidants, I came to know that this barber had masterminded the plan. Today he has accepted his crime in presence of everybody.”

The king along with all the courtiers was astonished on his unmatched brilliancy. The royal barber got severe punishment. Gonu Jha got awarded for his intelligence.

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The writer says: Anecdotes of Gonu Jha are famous in the region of Mithila. He held the same place in the court of King Hari Singh (in the 13^th Century) as Birbal did in the court of King Akbar, and Tenaliram did in the court of King Krishndev. There are several humorous folktales about him, depicting him as a witty and wise man. But he is a lesser known personality in other parts of our country. My efforts are to make people of other regions also enjoy stories about him.

Stories of Gonu Jha are liked specially by Children.

Gonu Jha - 2

एक दिन गोनू झा बसुआ सं कहलथिन, "रौ बसुआ, तों बड्ड झूठ बजै छैं। तें बाज' काल किछु सोचल कर।"

एहि पर बसुआ कहलकनि, "मालिक औ, हम झूठ बजै छी से बुझबे नइ करै छिऐ।"

"अच्‍छा तं एकटा काज कर।" गोनू झा कहलथिन, "जत' हमरा झूठ बुझाएत ओत' हम ऊंहूं क' देबौ आ तों सम्‍हरि जइहें।"

"ठीक छई।"

ई संकेत दैत गोनू झा बसुआक संग पहुंचला एकटा भोज मे। दरबजा पर तमाम लोक बैसल रहैक। ओहि मे सं एक गोटे पुछलकनि, "एतेक देरी कत' भ' गेल?" गोनू झा के बजबा सं पहिनहि बसुआ बाजि उठल, "की कहू, अबैत छलहुं तं रस्‍ता मे एकटा पचास हाथक गहुमन देखलिऐ।"

"ऊंहूं", गोनू झा कएलथिन।

"नइ-नइ, गहुमन दूर रहै, लग मे गेलिऐ तं चालीस हाथ सं कम के नइ रहै।"

पुन: पुन: गोनू झा "ऊंहूं" कएलथिन।

"नइ-नइ, हमरा लग मे एकटा ढेपा रहय। टिका क' गहुमन कें मारलिऐ तं चारू नाल चित्त भ' गेलै। तखन पकड़ि क' नपलिऐ तं तीस हाथक भेलै।"

गोनू झा फेर ऊंहूं कएलथिन।

एहिपर बसुआ गोनू झा सं कहलकनि, "एह मालिक, अहूं हमरा बड़ तंग करै छी। आब तं हम गहुमन कें पकड़ि क' नापियो लेलिऐ। आब अहीं कहूं ने जे कत' घटबियौ?"

Gonu Jha - 1

गोनू झा सुतबाक कमरा मे बैसल छलाह। संग मे बसुआ सेहो छलनि। ओ बसुआ सं कहलथिन, 'रौ बसुआ, लघुशंका कर' जायब। देखही तं बाहर मे, पानि पड़ै छै?'

बसुआ जवाब देलकनि, 'मालिक, एखने बिलाड़ि‍ बाहर सं घर आयल अछि। ओकरा पकड़ि‍ क' देखियौ ने, देह भीजल हेतै तं पानि पड़ैत हेतै आ नइ भीजल हेतै तं नइं पड़ैत हेतै।'

किछु कालक बाद फेर बसुआ सं कहलथिन, 'रौ बसुआ, ओछाओन झाड़, पड़ब।'

बसुआ जवाब देलकनि, 'मालिक अहां प'ड़ू ने, भिनसरे मे हम अ‍हांक देह झाड़ि‍ देब।'

पुन: किछु कालक बाद बसुआ के कहलथिन, 'रौ बसुआ, डिबिया मिझा दही।'

एहि पर बसुआ जवाब देलकनि, 'मालिक, अहां आंखि मूनि लिअ ने, बुझबै जे डिबिया मिझा गेलै।'

फेर किछु कालक बाद बसुआ के कहलथिन, 'रौ बसुआ, केबाड़ लगा दही।'

'एह मालिक, अहूं बड़ तंग करै छी। तीन टा काज हम कैए देलहुं आ एकटा अपने क' लेब से नहि।'

Accident

On 28^th February, I met with an accident while going to office. I was behind a car and approaching a traffic signal when it was yellow and about to turn red. I was slowing down. My bike was still just behind the car.  When speed of my bike had reached almost 15 km/h, suddenly for a second--just for a second-- my mind went blank, I don't know why; probably I was too exhausted. I didn't know when my bike hit the car from behind and I fell down on my right side on the road with my bike. Just before a second I was on my bike, but now, the bike was on me. The traffic had come to a halt; probably the light had turned red. Luckily the helmet was on my head. I looked around. A biker, who was ahead of the car, dismounted and came to me. He helped me and my bike to get up. I noticed that I had hit the back-light of the car and it was smashed. Nobody got down from the car. The biker helped me to take my bike to the footpath. I took out my helmet and uttered 'thank you'. But he was not there to listen to me. He was back to his bike; the red light was about to turn green.

I felt pain in my whole body. Little finger of my left hand was split vertically up to distal interphalangeal joint and blood was pouring out. I wanted to go to hospital immediately, but I couldn't see any around. An auto rickshawwala told that there was a small clinic in the market nearby and he could take me there. I left my bike there on the footpath and went into auto. He dropped me near a small clinic. I asked him for the fare, but he refused to take. I was surprised at his philanthropic behavior. I had money and I was not unconscious, still he denied. I thanked him and went to the clinic. There, a person did the first aid, dressed my wound and suggested me to go to a hospital as my finger needed to be stitched. I thanked him and took out my purse. He refused to take any money. Again, I was surprised. Anyway, I went to my bike, my bike was still there, nobody had stolen it, police hadn't towed it away. I rode again and went to my office. Office was not very far from there and there was a big hospital near my office. I was all alone in Delhi; I thought anybody in my office could help me in case I needed. I went to my office first, and then to the hospital. Doctor got my finger x-rayed and discovered that it was fractured. They stitched it, plastered it and recommended medicines to take for 15 days.  I had to take leave that day. But, next day I was back to my office.

 My little finger 6 hours after the accident

On third day, open for dressing

On 18th Day, stitch has been just removed

Shifting from Jaipur to New Delhi

After one and half year of staying in Jaipur, I decided to came back to Delhi. My Problem was my bike which I did not know how to take with me. I was not in mood to ride three Hundred Kilometer on my bike. And more, I was not confident that it would not brake down on the way. So, I had two options - i.Call movers and packers ii. Book by train. I decided to go for the later.

I searched for the booking rules. I found that bike can be booked and transferred by train in two ways:

1) As parcel: Book in advance it will take its own time to reach, no ticket required.(Between 3 to 7 days)
2) Along with ticket: If you traveling in same train, you can take your bike with you. Bit costly and quicker compare to first one. (Comes along with you in same train)

I decided to go for the later as it was quicker. I bought a ticket for me and shown to the booking clerk to book my bike. He told me to fill the form and pack the bike. At 10:30 at night in winter, I had no any material to pack my bag. But thankfully, some men were available and they packed my bike with sag. Of course I had to pay him Rs 200 for this help. And yes, you need to empty the oil tank before packing the bike.

Along with the form I attached photocopy of Registration Certificate, Printed train ticket and my Driving Licence.

I reached station one hour before the train time to ensure that my bike gets loaded in the same train, although it was not necessary (to be there). 

Booking charge from Jaipur to Old Delhi : 640 Rs.

When I was coming out of the station with my bike in old Delhi, a police constable asked for Rs 50, although I had the gate pass and all the other papers. I paid him as I did not want to get into any trouble, thinking that some day Kejriwal will reach up to him also.

Shifting

After a long long time I have got a job, not only one job but two jobs. I appeared for weavers' studio (Kolkata) and one more in Jaipur. I got job offers from both. Now I have to decide where to go.

But actually I wanted to stay in Delhi. I did not want to move. I appeared for FDDI, Noida and if selected I would have joined Kolkata branch. I was delightfully ready for that shifting. I was waiting for the result. But unfortunately they did not select me on the basis of that I do not have prior teaching experience. In this case I was only unfortunate because they have selected many people and they did not have any teaching experience  either.

So, I have two in my hand and have to decide what to chose.