People who are acquainted with the intensity of my thought(whatever foolishness the content be), like my sister, say, I will go mad by the age of 60. (I ignore the ex-colleagues-posing-to-be-friends, who remove the reference to 60 and use present tense in the previous statement.)
But going by the extent of physical activity I involve in nowadays, I am compensating for God's misery while putting me together in the vertical axis, by growth in the other two perpendicular axes. I expect my first heart attack in the 40s and then "exit(1)" in the 50s (Exit with error 1. Me no normal exit, sure.) Well that scuttles the chances of my going mad. So friends (and ex-colleagues-posing-to-be-friends):
"An extra burger(or even dosa) a day, keeps the madness away."
