Finally. We can finally say it’s spring!
Made the most of it today.
At Waterloo Park.
Some were recovering from a night of heavy partying.
Some were being babied.
Some were being used as a couch.
Lounging around. Totally lazy day.
And now time to relax some more and read.
What a great weekend.
Back from the hairdresser.
A close up.
First the preparation.
Of course the kids had to chip in.
Mussels. Tried it for the first time. Loved it!
Has to finished…. We willingly obliged.
Time for home made sushi!
… with wine, of course.
Yup… all that is home made.
Topped it off with a cake.
Lovely dinner as usual.
So in 2002, nanah munna Anurag Sharma left India for good to move to a better life (read for more $s) to the western civilization.
After living in Canada for 12 years $s were scarce so he acquired a beer belly
He was blessed with a daughter who looked like this :
to become this
He also keeps his dream alive of owning a Ferrai. But considering the iron grip his daughter has on him, the car will look like this :
See you soon India!
Why did the Boston Marathon incident affect me so much?
I mean for a period of 2 days I was walking around in a haze. I was doing what was expected of me at work and home but all the time I was essentially….sad.
The only reason that comes to mind is the fact marathon is a sport that is physically taxing. A runner deliberately punishes oneself to point where the person feels an exhilarating pain. This act of running is highly individualistic and gives one a supreme sense of accomplishment. Running is simple and straightforward. No complications. As a runner I sweat, I suffer and I look forward to that finish line. The world and it’s problems has no place in my life during my run. And in the last leg your energy is finished, your adrenaline is severely depleted, your will power is gone but the cheering of the crowd at the end adds a persistence to your legs that seem to drive through the cheers and claps, the high fives and the inevitable “you are almost there”. Most of the times it’s this factor that has forced me to finish with head held high and a smile on my face. And sometimes I have shed tears.
And then a bomb explodes next to you. An innocent moment utterly destroyed. I know that this happens in rest of the world at an alarming regularity and they are far worse than what happened at Boston.
But this happened to a sport I love and it hit me very hard.
I am better now. I am looking forward to the Waterloo Marathon on 28 April. I will try and run my best marathon and say a silent thank you to those killed and maimed in Boston.
This marathon run is for them.
The debate continues.
Since at least the 1980s researchers in many different fields—including psychology, computer engineering, and library and information science—have investigated such questions in more than one hundred published studies. The matter is by no means settled. Before 1992 most studies concluded that people read slower, less accurately and less comprehensively on screens than on paper. Studies published since the early 1990s, however, have produced more inconsistent results: a slight majority has confirmed earlier conclusions, but almost as many have found few significant differences in reading speed or comprehension between paper and screens.
I have now more or less switched to ebooks. The convenience factor of carrying all your books is too good pass up. Moreover, I have noticed that I read more. However, I do find that every now and then I want to go back to my paper books and I always notice the difference. Reading from a paper is far far better.
But then I come across a word I do not know and I try and invoke the dictionary on the paper book which then takes me back to my ebook.
The only hope is that the ebook screen becomes better. In the meantime, the debate continues!
Saw Discovery shuttle with 39 space missions under its belt!
Amazing! Also saw Enola Gay. The plane that dropped the atomic bomb Little Boy on Hiroshima.
And here is the working replica of the plane that stated it all….
The view from my friend’s house.