Recovered lost data from a Windows disk. Every time a file's name gets changed, a new name isn't overwritten but instead the new name is written in a different place and it points to the file's contents while the old name still occupies the memory space it was in and points to the same file's contents, like a hard link. This is fragmentation. So, the recovery process recovers two identical files with the the same contents but with different names. The result is that recovered data is much larger than the capacity of the disk. 
Defragment regularly, Windows people. Or carry a much larger spare disk for recovery. And partition your disk.

I had started researching events that could have been witnessed by ancient cultures and ended up in various mythologies. This was over a decade ago and I lost interest after a couple of years. What I did figure out was that there were two possibly great events which could have been witnessed by humans the world over:

1) There's this god character called Shiv in Hindu mythology. He was interpreted as being "the destroyer" by writers [Max Muller, etc]. He is blue skinned (symbolising a/the harbenger of death) and wears a leopard's hide wrapped around the waist. One of the symbols, which he wears in his dreadlocks, is a crescent moon. There's a story associated with this: He got really angry when his wife killed herself in a sacrificial fire because her father had not invited Shiv to a bash of the gods. Shiv, in his Rudr (or Natraj, in some contexts) incarnation (the destroyer of worlds) picked pieces of his wife, Uma, and flew around all over and then jumped to do the dance of destruction on the crescent moon. He became so hot that he glowed like a star between the horns of the crescent and the worlds trembled. The other gods crapped and cooled him down before the worlds got busted by giving him a new avatar of Uma, now called Parvati. The oldest depiction of this chap that I came across is on a mural in the ruins of Santorini (or was it Crete? Please let me know if you happen to know what I'm talking about. I saw it in a documentary in either Discovery Channer or in National Geographic Channel before 2007). This (event?) is symbolized in ancient Middle-Eastern and South-Asian mythologies.
It is pretty evident what it must be that was actually witnessed. A similar event is recorded by monks in the British Isles in the 10th (or 11th) century CE.

2) A huge sunspot, probably causing darkening of the sun like a solar eclipse might be what is depicted by the goddess Kali, who is the consort of Shiv or an incarnation of Shiv or of Durga in different contexts. She is the avatar of one of the seven tongues of the god of fire, Agni. The word "kālī" is literally feminine of the word "kālā" which means "black" or of "kāl", which means "time period" as in ages. Kali is depicted as a killer goddess, black skinned, stopped in her rampage of death and destruction by Shiv, who lays himself down in her path, letting her step on his chest.

Seriously! I quit for the third time. Its been two and a half months now. I've quit other nice things for extended periods too at other times and I can vouch for the fact that no other withdrawal even comes close to cigarette withdrawals. Its horrible when that apprehension in the chest cavity starts showing up, mimicking what it would feel like if the person you are most attached to is lost without a trace, along with everyone you care for. It's really strange, because you cant pin that feeling of extreme loss on any person. And the frequently abrupt erections and bursts of libido are weird too.
During my last giveup, a few years ago, I tried using chewing tobacco as a substitute. It worked. But by the end of the year I was chewing tobacco and fagging at the same time. I am on nicotine gum this time 'round.

But at ₹70 for 9 chiclets in a pack that almost looks like a pack of government issued condoms, its as if they want people who smoke cheap cigarettes to not be able to make the switch. Relatively expensive cheap cigarette packs of 10 cost about ₹60, the most common cheap cigarettes cost about ₹40 or less.

Off lately there is more and more text in my dreams. I communicate with people in text messages in these dreams and the sentences have been getting longer. Usually the sentences make complete sense and when I am reading these in my dream a part of me becomes aware that its a dream and I wonder if I already know what the sentence will be. I can just about catch up with the words as they appear in the sentence but I'm just a fraction of a moment behind the leading edge of the newest word.

Last night I had my first text nightmare. The person I was communicating with in the dream started writing really long sentences and I started fearing that I won't be able to follow the sentence if it becomes too long. The message that the person was writing to me was lovely but the part of me that was aware that this is happening in a dream started paniking that such long sentences would stop making sense really soon. I woke up in a sweat.

My ex is now a penile sink. She has been trying hard to get into a relationship but apparently her 'prospective husbands' don't stick around too long after sticking it in.
Last year she nearly had a nervous breakdown after facing a lot of rejection so she quit her job and moved to her parents' place in a different city. There she had some guys avoiding her too and she's now going around with a tiffin-carrier-delivered-to-office-business-startup-chap in Bangalore. But he's about to get the boot because he's "always broke" and she "can't date a fellow who is always broke". I sure hope that he's seen through her façade like the rest of them. Meanwhile, she has her sights on a bar-owner-cum-ganster now.
Its embarassing that I was so emotionally fucked up by the way she dealt with me. "My parents won't accept you", "You are socially unacceptable" she had declared to me. Ooh! La-la!
The so-and-so had actually gone around telling her new circle of friends that I was staying with her because she had to take care of me as I was broke and had nowhere to go and thus using me for sympathy! In reality, I was staying with an old friend - with whom I am staying now, again - when she had asked me to move in with her to her new place. Alas! I was aware that she had used the case of her abusive ex-boyfriend before me for sympathy but I didn't think much of it then.

P.S.
I did something that I wouldn't stand doing under normal circumstances: I went through her FB and WhatsApp accounts on her old phone after I had been dumped and I found that I was the only one who didn't know that I was gonna get dumped. Pretty much like the tiffin wala's state right now. She had actually declared herself single in her social circle and that too in retrospect. So when she had asked me to move in with her when she was taking up a new flat, all her friends thought that we had already split 5 months ago.
I, of course, was stunned after going through her conversations. Good grief! I don't know if I should have done it or not. It's been over 3 years and I'm definitely still reeling from what I learnt that day. Would I have been better off had I not gone through her chats? I don't know. Because just about everything I found out did finally reach me through the grapevine between 1 and 2 years after the breakup.
The only possible difference could have been that I wouldn't have been this bitter about it as I am now because by the time the grapevine reached me it would have been a year. But then again, I would have possibly still thought she was a good friend which in reality she certainly wasn't, considering the way she discussed me with some of her so-called friends: If a male friend of mine talked like that about his girlfriend and if I was good friends with this girlfriend of his, I would have kicked this male friend out of my place for talking like that and even if I did not know his girlfriend personally, I would still have stayed away from him thereon.