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THE STORY OF PI.

The story of Pi Take any circle, measure its circumference and its diameter. The ratio of these two numbers is a mathematical constant we call pi. while this definition is simple pi has been studied for thousands of years and History of our understanding not just of the value of pi. But also, what it means forms a history of all of mathematics it takes us from the Middle East to Europe to China to India and even America. It's a history, which involves revolutions murder and the infinite. Math is as old as civilization older even. There's evidence of counting going back thirty thousand years and two of the very earliest civilizations the ancient Egyptians and Babylonians both investigated pi around 4000 years ago the Babylonians estimated PI to be 3 and 1/8. Remember that the first few digits of pi are 3.1415926. There are more, that means that the Babylonian estimate of Pi is accurate to 1% of its true value. Which is kind of astonishing when you remember that thi...

From the diary of a teen.

It is another night; I am sitting on my couch with my laptop on my lap. My phone is a little away on which Retro Hindi songs are playing. Its mesmerising and making a vintage atmosphere around. Its winter and cold has engulfed my home village from all around. Cold chills blow and make bones shake. The chirping of birds outside and the voices and playing of animals have disappeared. I sit in my room, making myself totally comfortable with evergreen music of old Bollywood, the melodious voices of Muhammad Rafi, Kishore Kumar, Hemant Kumar and Jagjit Singh are like medicine to my soul and act as great stress relievers. I look in the mirror and try to set my hair and ignore my acne. I select this type writer font on my laptop and begin to write. It might look a bit odd for my taste of music being this old and the type-writer font and the cosy atmosphere I try to create. You won’t be wrong to call me a classic. My taste of music actually, is a bit odd itself as one hand I love M...