As I sit composing my blog-post on the letter X, I
cannot help but pity the poor fellow jostled in such an un-strategic position
among heavyweights like W and Y. How many times do we think of this letter X in
our daily social exchanges? Come to think of it, the situation of the poor
letter X is like that of the diminutive status of the planet Pluto; we hardly
consider it as important for our communicative exchanges. Every time X appears
it is preceded by some other letter, or if it appears anywhere unaccompanied by
other letters in the alphabet, it signifies our wrongs, our mistakes (remember
those red crosses on our answer scripts we used to dread; they still freak me
out though) and danger (a skeletal head and two grayish long bones forming a
letter X). Even in Xmas, the letter X reminds us of the cross of crucifixion
that killed Christ the savior.
X can probably be adulated for its symmetry, but I
wonder if we can ever elevate its status and reestablish X as a neutral letter
that doesn’t bring to mind the erroneous escapades of our career.