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Once upon a time, X, L, and M decided to go for a walk. They walked together for 37 and a half minutes before L decided to take a breather. Now L is a typical mentally challenged fellow. The one you you used to to make fun of when your school took you for NGO visits at Prayas or Shiksha. Thus, he takes a break. M, who is mentally ok but technically, special, sits so as to provide L much needed company. Now, M is lacking in the organ department. He does not have a liver. One of the 2. No wait. Is there not like 1 liver only. I am a commerce student, I do not know. And he has 203 bones. The 204th and 205th were lost were lost from the hand while trying to feed his dog and the 206th is inherent. This he has never said but I know because even his mother's chest has a rib missing. How do I know?
Anyhow. The break is currently happening when L decides to get up, he does not know why but does know that he wants to. Those typically retarded children without a purpose in life. No, actually. M gets up and they start walking towards the kirane ki dukaan. Akin to Napoleon Dynamite, they walk, shouldering each others hopes and giving fateful company. Suddenly M runs onto the road, at an incoming Maruti 800 and watching that, L gets irritated and says "loser" and keeps walking towards the kirane ki dukaan. Then he realizes that M is 30 metres from the car and will be hit in 30 seconds if he keeps running at his current speed of 1 metres per second. He gets all paranoid and starts running at double the speed, so as to catch hold. When he finally does, he gives him one tight slap. And says "one tight slap" as he slaps. Okay they, YOU are not the only one who watches MTV. He siphons off the sweat from M's brow, and starts shouting at him in the typical retarded fashion, explaining why it is not worth it being hi by a still car more so due to the fact that the court will not provide any compensation nor shall it ever be a hindrance to anyone else's life. M looks dejected and ponders for a moment and they decide that it had better be a car that was coming AT them (in motion too) and it was nothing less than a Honda Accord. Now, they are settled and they start walking to the shop again.
"Hey fuckha", shouts M, "remember the last time we were using the computer together". "4 Wednesdays ago", L retorts. "No fuckha", screams back M, "last Tuesday, when you were using the keyboard and me the mouse". L says he knows what M means but is not really in a habit to talk as much as M and thus, he will not reply because verbal communication produces energy which can be as efficient as a butterfly flapping its gay wings and that can lead to evolutionary changes in the way this world proceeds and nature becomes and more importantly, very soon movies shall be begin to be made on "the special people effect" and the last thing he wants is to be compared to a butterfly, especially in 2007 when there is so much global warming. M nods, knowing very well what L means. After all, he also harbours the ambition of being a space tourist or a Geo tourist, whichever he makes first. The kirane ki dukaan is 387 and a quarter step away when they start reminiscing their school days.
L & M had first met in class at a 'special help' school run by the Birlas in Ranchi. A class of 37 of the best delinquents and cases varying from 'missing limb' to 'wife beating' were registered there. Trying to act cool and wanting to be more active in class, as they had been back benchers in nursery, they took the second seat and sat together for an entire semester. Both very active in studies and topping the class regularly with 73 and 86 marks out of 100 respectively. 243 and a 3 quarter steps left.
All of a sudden, they break out of dreams and get into another. This is equal to an episode of jassi jaisi koi nahin when a bubble used to form near a character as the character slept into a dream. They thought of the days when they fooled the college cricket coach and went on to play in the blind cricket tournament and won it for their college and then were then picked to represent "Bihar" in 60-60 matches. They had won it and were subsequently picked to play for India and both donned the blue colours of pride on the day they stepped out at MCG to represent India in the blind cricket world cup. They were caught on suspicion of doping and using performance-enhancing drugs and tested positive for Erythropoietin. They were deported to India when they tried to flee Melbourne for Perth and that it was also proved they are not blind. They came back in the historic summer of the year in which Fiji had an Indian PM removed via a vicious coup. They wrote with pride on the beach "we was here". When they went back to check it out in 2003, the sign was gone and that removed their weird notion that a sea beach has a surface similar to a moon's. 97 steps. And thinking of all that, they start walking "tip top tip top". Like the way they used to do in their village while making the toss. 83 steps.
The Kirane Ki Dukaan is not in sight and they eagerly step up and meet other people who they have decided to ignore ever since they started listening to black metal as they think that makes them cool and kvlt and what else not. So they decide to ignore which is a very vital thing in this story as then I would have had to tell you the entire conversazione which would be like that 'about to die' chap called Anand who used to ask people about some chaat or what not they had to share when they met neat the erection minar in South Delhi. I know. 15 steps.
'There There" says M, trying to mock the subtle genius of Thom Yorke by using the song title while L fists his hand with that being followed with a \m/ sign to show how un metal his can never become and how Death and Kreator are the greatest bands in the whole black world. 7 Steps.
As they take the final steps, they go into slow motion, treading with care as they enter the Kirane Ki Dukaan and look around the Kirane Ki Dukaan. The owner looks at them and smile and asks them what they want to which they reply "nothing, we just came to make a fool out of ya, woohoo, gay people pride".
I know YOU are not pissed off yet because of a mystery. I have mastered this great art of story telling and you want to know who the fuck is X..?

Do not deny, I know.

Well, I will tell you.

According to Wikipedia,
x commonly represents an unknown variable. Even though any letter can be used, x is the most common choice. This usage can be traced back to the Arabic word šay' شيء = “thing”, which in translated algebra texts and similar was taken into Old Spanish with the pronunciation “šei”, which was written xei, which was soon habitually abbreviated to x. (The Spanish pronunciation of “x” has changed since.) But some sources say that this x is an abbreviation of Latin causa which was a translation of Arabic شيء. That started the habit of using letters to represent quantities in algebra. In mathematics, an “italicized x” () is often used to avoid potential confusion with the multiplication symbol. By extension beyond mathematics, “X” has come to represent a generic placeholder variable whose value is unknown or secret, as in project X or mister X.
x is the usual symbol for the variable represented on the horizontal axis (ordinate) in analytic geometry.
In Roman numerals, X denotes ten (there are also separate Unicode characters for this number, 0x2169 “Ⅹ” and 0x2179 “ⅹ”).
The symbol (×), similar to the lowercase x, denotes the multiplication of two numbers, the cross product of two vectors, or the Cartesian product of two sets.