The Satanic Curses
Written by: John A
Mother gave him the name of Isaac, but he preferred calling himself by the English surname Newton. It sounded somewhat like the unit of Force, and imparted his name some Gravity, he used to say. Day and night he played hide and seek with the sun, the moon and other celestial bodies, and tried to contemplate their movements and advances. One day in such a contemplative mood, while sitting in the Garden of Eden, under an apple tree, he fell asleep. Satan seemed to pass by when he saw Newton asleep. By his very satanic nature he decided to bring eternal tribulations on mankind. He took the shape of a Cupid and climbed up the tree and one by one dropped three red apples on Newton’s head. And that was the day in human history, when miseries of hard intangible mathematics were written on every newborn’s immature forehead. Newton fell in love with those apples. He brought them home and placed them at the centre of his table. Every day he used to muse at them, and whenever he ran out of ideas, he used to take a bite and shout, “How do you like them apples?”
