I'm wearing a rather striking shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and make me too conscious of myself. Checkered in red, grey, black and maroon, I've excused myself into donning it and looking silly for two reasons. It's Friday and…more importantly, the last working day of the year. Tailored half-a-year back, I never had the courage to wear it, not until today. It's that time of the year when it's time to reflect on the events that transpired. Last year ended on the worst possible note. Dad had expired and I was numb with shock. The repercussions rippled halfway thought this year. Things were so abysmal initially that I had lost the will to live. Acrid in everything I did, I was immensely angered by time phlegmatically flowing through its cadence. It was as if Dad meant nothing to anybody. What right did people have to live the way they always had when Dad was no more? Why was much of the world still ...
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1 feet = 2/3 cubit ........ (1)
also, 1 mile = 5280 feet ...(2)
from (1) and (2),
1 mile = 5280 * 2/3 = 3520 cubit
extra-effort% = ((3520-1) * 100)/1
= 351900 %
Hmmm.... that explains why ur all "sapped" up after coming from office.
P.S. This comment doesn't imply that I have nothing better to do in office. I have typed it while waiting for an FTP session to complete.
below are a few banglore bloggers who team up occasionally on weakends to go out trekeing and rafting etc. you can get to know many more thru their blogrolls.
Some may be english speaking Tamil junta
http://www.prabhukrish.net
http://www.anitabora.com/blog/
BTW, the Bangalore bloggers thing was a nice find.